Conan's Beginning was Picked Up by Xiaolan

A look of surprise flashed across Jack the Ripper's face, and in just a short moment, Xiao Cheng left his original position and retreated three meters away.

Xiaocheng looked around with a calm and indifferent expression. He didn't understand what was going on. Looking at his own tender little hands, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

This is...

Strange, the scene was strange, the environment was strange, even his own body was very strange, and the only thing that was familiar to him was the pain that seemed to come from the abyss.

Number Zero raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Jack the Ripper in front of him. He felt the crazy murderous intent from the opposite side.

Enemies? Dead people? Zero took action. Everything was unfamiliar, but killing people was still as familiar as ever....

"Bang..." When Jack the Ripper saw the opponent rushing towards him, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, because from the previous fight, he knew that the opponent's speed was far inferior to his.

So Jack the Ripper underestimated his enemy, which meant he lost the initiative and flew backwards. Zero's eyes were deep and he felt the weakness of this body.

But it did not affect his actions. Before Jack the Ripper fell to the ground, Zero had already passed him. He clenched his fists and looked at Jack the Ripper's head.

Without further ado, he used the core strength of his waist to mobilize the strength of his whole body. His punch was like wind and thunder, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard. He used physical skills and killed with his punches.

"Hmph..." At the critical moment, Jack the Ripper finally recovered. He adjusted his body and moved. He couldn't avoid the punch, but he didn't intend to avoid it either.

His left shoulder was dislocated by Zero's right hand. He groaned, and at the same time, his pale and slender hand wrapped around Zero's hand like a night elf.

The target of the slender fingers was Zero's neck.

"Bang..." Zero kicked Jack the Ripper straight out with a straight kick, but his other hand blocked Zero's kick, and he also relieved the force on his body while flying out.

Zero touched his neck with his little hand and looked at the blood on his fingers. He then looked at Jack the Ripper. At this time, he forcibly bent his dislocated left shoulder back.

The bone density is far higher than that of ordinary people. Is he an experimental subject? Or is he trained?

The sword steps flashed, the afterimages passed by, he had doubts, but did he need to know the answers? No, when a person died, no answers were needed, and they were not important.

The body's senses were working like crazy and the pain was piercing his heart and marrow, but Zero was like nothing. He had long been accustomed to this kind of pain.

"Bang..." Zero's powerful flying kick was blocked by Jack the Ripper's right arm.

Jack the Ripper's eyes flashed with excitement and madness. He kicked Zero, who had revealed his weakness, with his left hand into the air with murderous intent. He wanted to cut off Zero's leg.

How could Zero do what he wished and use the force to push upwards...

"Ai, do you think Xiaocheng really went to find Jack the Ripper?" Ayumi looked at the sad Ai beside her.

"By the way, I don't know if you noticed, but there was something wrong when Xiaocheng came in. He didn't say a word the whole time." Yuantai recalled Xiaocheng's posture when he came in.

They were looking for the small town at this time. Conan scratched his head irritably. He analyzed the route of the street, but after searching around, he still couldn't find the small town.

'Hideki Moroboshi' watched this scene. Of course he knew where Xiaocheng was, but he kept setting the pace to prevent this group of people from finding that place. In his eyes, Xiaocheng would be eliminated sooner or later.

On the other side, Zero and Jack the Ripper were fighting like crazy, with punches hitting flesh and blood flying everywhere. Zero saw with his own eyes that a piece of flesh on his left arm was cut off by Jack the Ripper's hand.

Not only that, Zero was now covered in wounds, and his clothes were torn to shreds by Jack the Ripper.

Zero knew that it was not that Jack the Ripper's fingers were as sharp as blades, but that each of his slender fingers was equipped with some kind of sharp weapon like nails.

Zero was also aware that his recovery ability had weakened, but he didn't think about it. Looking at Jack the Ripper, who was obviously in better condition than him, his brain was analyzing everything around him.

He wants to twist off the opponent's head while being at a disadvantage.

"You can't beat me, hahahaha... You can't beat me in this world. It's futile. Your end will be death in my hands." Jack the Ripper's tone was arrogant.

His eyes were chilling and his snow-white sharp teeth were faintly visible in the moonlight. Behind his cruel and crazy smile was an endless murderous intent.

Zero's eyes were calm. He raised his head. Although Zero was only as tall as a child, his eyes looked down on him. What are you talking about? I don't understand, and I don't want to listen.

Zero's calm eyes, those black eyes, seemed to flash a hint of red, emerging like a faint light. It was a bloody dark red color, which was particularly eye-catching in this dark environment illuminated only by the moonlight.

He raised his foot and took another sword step. This time his gaze shifted from the fatal part of Jack the Ripper's body to Jack the Ripper's hands, wanting to cripple his hands or remove the weapons from his fingers.

But the latter analysis turned out to be extremely difficult, and indeed the probability of success was higher if he crippled his hand.

Approaching Jack the Ripper, he switched from sword steps to shadow steps. This was the close combat footwork that Zero built up from changing steps, sneaking steps, and dodging steps in combat.

Different from the sword step which is straight forward and completely emphasizes speed, the Shadow Step is, in simple terms, a kind of false movement that seems fast and slow.

A kind of footwork that uses fake footwork, fake position, and fake vision to confuse the enemy and create opportunities for yourself in actual combat. That moment of opportunity is enough for Zero.

"I can smell the strong smell of your blood. Your face has turned pale. You don't understand. No one in this world can kill me. I will live forever, until the next century..."

"Bang..."

"Dong..."

Fists and feet were fighting, and Jack the Ripper saw Zero's figure gradually slowing down, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. This is the only way to go.

There was a flash of bloodlust in his eyes, and seeing the gap at Zero's left shoulder, his right hand, like a ghost, pierced into Zero's left shoulder in a swift and silent manner.

"Puff..." Jack the Ripper twisted his right hand with a sick look. His eyes were fixed on Zero's face, as if he wanted to see the expression of pain on Zero's face.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. He didn't see Zero's painful expression, but he seemed to see Zero's indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Jack the Ripper's heart was filled with alarm bells. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt uneasy at this moment.