Steve put on his gloves and got into the ring: "Are you ready?"
Luke nodded: "Come."
Steve said no more and moved towards Luke at a steady pace, and Luke did the same.
Misty was down there, seeing the two approaching quickly.
Then, a series of bang sounds were heard.
She was originally gasping for breath, but suddenly she held her breath.
Too fast! Too strong!
After entering the attack range, the two men swung their fists quickly and launched a fierce attack on each other.
There was no probing, just like the occasional all-out confrontation in a boxing match.
The bodies of both men were moving rapidly, but their fists were punching non-stop and frantically.
What’s even more exaggerated is that the two people’s attack and blocking are integrated into one.
No one is purely defending. Everyone is on defense and is always ready to counterattack.
Misty could swear that this was the most exciting fight she had ever seen, except for kung fu movies.
Within a short distance, the two men's fists flew across the sky, in perfect coordination as if they had rehearsed it, erupting with the ultimate power and beauty that can only be found in fighting.
Bang! Bang!
After about thirty seconds of fighting, both men threw a punch almost at the same time, hitting the other's defensive hand, and then took two steps back and assumed the starting boxing posture again.
The two looked into each other's eyes for a moment.
Luke suddenly spoke up: "It's been a while since anyone has practiced boxing with you? You're a little slow, Steve."
Steve's calm expression changed a little, and he raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Kid, I haven't used my strength yet. If I get serious, I can fight you all day long."
Luke also laughed: "Then try again?"
Steve nodded slightly: "Come on."
As soon as the words fell, the two rushed forward again and began a crazy attack.
Misty originally thought that this time there would definitely be a winner.
Even a world-class boxing champion could be knocked out in one blow in such a crazy fight.
In television matches, it is normal for this kind of attack and attack to be decided within three to five seconds.
But she guessed wrong again.
This time, Steve changed his tactics first.
He used his steps and body movements to constantly set traps.
Luke has to keep identifying these traps, otherwise he will be faced with a fatal counterattack from Steve.
From the situation, it looked like Luke was suppressing Steve, but he didn't have a clear advantage.
Steve was becoming more and more surprised: the young man opposite was so steady.
No matter how he arranged it, he always remained calm, neither reckless nor afraid, and was as solid as a rock.
Steve has rarely encountered opponents of this level.
It's not that there is no one stronger than Steve, but there are not many people who can fight on equal terms with him using the same strength - even if the two are only competing in simple boxing.
At Luke's age, it's really rare to have this level of ability.
After another thirty seconds, Luke suddenly stopped and did not chase after him.
Steve took two steps back and gave him a questioning look.
Luke waved his hand: "You attack and I defend."
Steve understood.
The fighting style of the two just now was purely a test of physical strength and willpower, to see who can outlast the other.
The two had said before that they were just playing around, and Luke's friends were standing nearby.
Steve himself said that he could fight Luke all day long.
Judging from Luke's breathing and the sweat on his body, I can still fight with him for at least another ten to twenty minutes.
This is such a waste of time.
In this competition, the two men attacked each other first, and then Steve chose to defend.
Luke meant that he also had to guard it once.
This is undoubtedly fair and more interesting.
After all, it was not a formal competition. Although neither of them thought about losing, they did not necessarily have to win.
The key is to learn from each other.
As a result, in the next minute, Misty watched the whole process again.
Except for the two players switching positions, everything was no different from before.
She found that Luke and Steve's offense and defense were quite similar.
Tough, fierce, accurate, stable and efficient. No unnecessary movements, only the most appropriate choice.
Although there are significant differences in the two people's specific technical movements, the effects achieved are basically the same.
These two... Were they taught by the same fighting teacher? She was a little confused: What kind of teacher could teach two world-class students at once!
Although her own strength is not very high, she is still quite passionate about boxing and fighting competitions, and she has no problem being a keyboard champion.
Therefore, she could see that the two were far above average.
Two boxing masters of this level suddenly appeared.
One is her young colleague, and the other is a handsome young man who is boxing alone in this old training hall. This is really unbelievable.
A minute later, this time it was Steve who stopped on his own initiative.
He raised his hands slightly to signal to stop, then panted slightly and said, "Boy, you are good at boxing. Who taught you?"
Luke pondered for a moment and replied, "Just practice casually, that's all."
Steve: …
Misty: …
After coming down to the stage, Luke whispered to Steve, "You, have been a soldier, right?"
Steve was stunned: "Well, I was a soldier for a few years when I was young. How did you know that?"
Luke: "My adoptive father is also a veteran. He served for almost ten years before retiring."
Steve nodded in understanding.
Luke: "I'm a detective from the NYPD, and Misty is my colleague. She's got some problems, and I think you might be able to help her."
Steve glanced at Misty, who was sitting on a stool nearby. “I’m not a psychologist.”
Luke chuckled, "But you are sure to gain the trust of your comrades, and you are determined."
Steve locked eyes with him again.
Luke shrugged. "I'm a detective. I've been doing this for over two years. I still have some good eyesight."
Steve asked casually, "Oh, what department?"
Luke: "Headquarters Detective Bureau."
Steve raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are really good."
From the brief exchange between Luke and Misty just now, he could tell that Misty not only trusted Luke very much, but also that the dominant power was vaguely in Luke's hands.
This is not something you can achieve with just your looks.
Steve's eyes fell on Misty who was not far away: "What problem did she encounter?"
Luke: "I'll go talk to her and let her decide whether to tell her or not and how much to tell her."
Steve didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you feel like I owe you something?"
Luke shrugged. "I just stretched my muscles with you. How about you help me in return?"
Steve: “…OK.”
He had to admit that the two minutes of fighting with Luke just now was the most enjoyable fight he had had since waking up.
Fighting bad guys or aliens is fun, but it’s fighting.
It is impossible for the opponent to engage in pure combat with him. Instead, they will use their advantages in numbers and firepower to bully him, which is very unpleasant.
Watching Luke go over and say a few words to Misty, he then took her to Steve: "Leave it to you, Steve."