**Chapter 166: So You Think You're the Only One Who Can Fly?** “Take this!”

Fujino's body spun, and the wooden sword in his hand went straight for Kaito Kuroba's head.

*Bang!*

Unable to dodge in time, the wooden sword hit Kaito Kuroba square on the forehead, causing him to fall from the statue, landing on the stone floor with a thud.

He nearly face-planted on the ground.

"Kaito Kid's balloon popped!"

"Kaito Kid has been subdued by Fujino with a wooden sword!"

"Will Kaito Kid be captured by Detective Fujino today?!"

"Let's wait and see!"

The female reporter nearby continued her commentary enthusiastically, clearly excited about the events.

Kaito Kid glanced at the female reporter, feeling a bit annoyed.

What does she mean by subdued?

He clearly just fell off the bronze statue, okay?

"What's with this guy? Why does he show up at every one of my heists?"

Kaito Kuroba slowly stood up, dusting off his white suit, and glanced at Fujino standing on the bronze statue. "Could this guy be stalking me?"

But before he could figure it out, Fujino on the bronze statue gave him no time to think.

With the wooden sword raised high, Fujino leaped off the statue, once again aiming for Kaito Kuroba's head.

Kaito Kuroba wasn't just going to sit there and take it. With a wave of his cape, he threw out two small canisters.

The canisters suddenly emitted a thick smoke, quickly filling the entire museum hall.

"Cough, cough!"

Fujino, the closest to the smoke, inhaled it first.

He initially felt a bout of dizziness, then his body felt weak.

"It's sleeping gas!"

Fujino immediately realized something was wrong. Holding his breath, he used the wooden sword to hit his own arm.

The pain brought him back to his senses, quickly dispelling the brief dizziness.

But others, unaware of the hypnotic smoke, weren't so lucky.

Within a few breaths, they all passed out.

*Crash!*

Suddenly, the dome above shattered.

Kaito Kuroba, gripping a suction cup gun and wearing a gas mask, was being pulled up toward the dome by the gun.

Turning around, he struck a pose toward Fujino and taunted, "See ya, Detective!"

"Tch."

Watching Kaito Kuroba ascend, Fujino clicked his tongue.

He glanced to the side.

By now, the female reporter and the cameraman had already passed out, lying on the ground sleeping like babies.

The camera had also fallen from the cameraman's hand, its lens hitting the ground.

"So, you think you're the only one who can fly?"

Seeing this, a sly smile appeared on Fujino's lips.

He pulled out a grappling gun from his pocket and aimed at the steel beams on the dome.

He was usually reluctant to use the grappling gun in front of the camera.

After all, this was a piece of equipment used by his Batman persona.

If the hardcore fans found out, there was a risk of his cover being blown.

But since the camera was on the ground now, and there was the sleeping gas for cover...

Get ready for the judgment of the wooden sword!

"Kaito Kid!"

Fujino pulled the trigger.

The grappling hook shot toward the dome, wrapping around the steel beams, and then he took off after Kaito Kuroba.

"Huh?"

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Kaito Kuroba turned around in surprise at the sound, only to see Fujino charging toward him, a grappling hook in his left hand and a wooden sword in his right.

"The detective is still chasing me!"

**TMD!** (Chinese slang, similar to "damn it!")

...

On the rooftop of the museum.

"Kaito Kid, surrender now!"

Fujino pointed his wooden sword at Kaito Kuroba. "Obediently let me hit you twice with this, and maybe I'll let you go."

That last strike—if it had been any ordinary person, they'd have probably passed out by now.

But Kaito Kuroba had just fallen off the statue and gotten back up like nothing happened.

This was expected by Fujino.

The sword, called "Okamoto 0.01," was a reward he received from the system after completing his first task in this world.

Besides its incredible durability, it had the special ability to not cause physical harm but still inflict pain and some negative effects.

It's a characteristic that's both good and bad. Not causing harm helps avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, if he used his full strength, he could easily knock someone out, possibly cracking their skull.

The wooden sword relies on pain to the head to stimulate the brain and cause unconsciousness.

But there's an obvious downside.

If the person has strong willpower, it might take two or three strikes to knock them out.

Still, Fujino had never met anyone with that kind of willpower—until Kaito Kuroba.

Now, he wanted to see how many hits this guy could take before passing out.

"One hit from you could kill me!" 

Kaito Kuroba was speechless.

Did this guy really expect him to stand still and take two strikes?

Recalling the time when Fujino split a toilet in half with one strike, and just moments ago when Fujino leapt several meters into the air, Kuroba felt a chill run down his spine.

The toilet had been smashed with a single strike.

He doubted his skull was stronger than a toilet.

As for letting him go…

He wasn't even sure if he'd survive two hits.

This guy probably wanted to kill him!

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, loud, menacing laughter echoed from behind.

Kaito Kuroba froze, his body stiffening as if he had seen something terrifying.

Fujino furrowed his brows and turned around, also stunned by what he saw.

Behind them, a dark figure was suspended midair by a golden web.

The figure's face glowed with three bright electric beams, surrounded by a thick black mist, making the scene incredibly eerie.

"Welcome to my domain! I will bring you both into your worst nightmare!"

The black figure spoke in a deep, cheerful tone, the three red dots on its face glowing brighter.

As the figure's words fell, the world around them suddenly changed.

With a gust of wind, the deep night sky turned blood red.

Fujino blinked, and the rooftop transformed into a dark alley.

In the alley, a shadowy figure wielded a sharp sword, slashing down at something beneath it.

As the sword swung, blood splattered all around the shadowy figure.

The figure turned around, its body pitch black.

Fujino trembled, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over him, a deep fear spreading through his body.

The dark figure whispered something as it slowly stood up.

Fujino stared at the figure, frowning.

Though an inexplicable fear had seized him, his mind remained unusually calm—calmer than ever.

But before he could react, the black figure lunged at him, sword in hand.

(End of chapter)