"Ahem, can the guys at the back please step back a bit? I'm a bit panicked right now."
The soldiers in the crowd were stunned. The soldiers sitting in the innermost circle swallowed their saliva and subconsciously moved their buttocks back, fearing that the fight between the two would affect them.
Kyle blocked the punch once again. Although he did it with ease, he was just defending and gradually became a little breathless under the pressure of the crazy attack.
This made Steve secretly happy, and he felt that his gamble of insisting on the attack was right. However, when they passed each other, he suddenly saw a smile on Kyle's cold face.
He was actually laughing.
Cold sweat broke out on Steve's forehead, but at this time the two were fighting in close combat, and it was impossible to stop the attack. He could only bite the bullet and go all the way to the end.
"Did you finally realize it?"
Kyle kept smiling. Steve understood him very well and knew that his offensive skills were much stronger than his defensive skills. So he tried his best to strengthen his offensive from the beginning, not wanting him to take the initiative to attack.
"What a pity! Don't you understand that you are giving up your natural defensive advantage?" Kyle shook his head slightly, and the defensive posture of his hands and feet suddenly changed, forcefully transforming himself into the offensive party.
Counter attack fighting!
Endurance Fight!
Military boxing and fighting! Grappling techniques!
…
More than a dozen offensive fighting moves can be switched smoothly to fight to the end!
Steve's face changed drastically. Kyle's fighting skills changed too quickly.
He wanted to switch from offense to defense, but was hit by a series of punches and kicks, and he had no strength to fight back or defend.
"Let me teach you what attack is!" Kyle smiled coldly, and suppressed Steve tightly, punching him hard with a slight force, leaving him no room for resistance.
Steve smiled bitterly, and was in a passive position, he could only protect his face with his hands, and was beaten like a sandbag.
"What on earth happened?"
"Lieutenant Kyle was being suppressed at first, but in the blink of an eye, he has Captain Steve hanging and beating him?"
“I don’t understand either…”
The American soldiers watching were in an uproar, looking at the dramatic scene in the central area with complicated expressions.
"You little bastards, I taught you not to work hard to learn fighting skills." A voice came from outside the crowd of soldiers. Some soldiers looked back and saw that Chief Joseph, who was dressed in an officer's uniform, had become a member of the audience at some point.
Joseph said as he watched the two people fighting, "Steve's fighting skills are far inferior to Kyle's. If Steve has five fighting skills, then Kyle has more than fifteen."
At this point, Joseph laughed and exclaimed: "This kid is really a monster among monsters!"
"Pour it for me!"
In the center area, Kyle threw a straight punch with all his strength, hitting Steve's abdomen cleanly and neatly, knocking him away.
Steve groaned in pain, and the shield on his back fell to the ground and slid along the ground, only stopping when it sank into the crowd of surrounding soldiers.
"Give up, Steve. There is still a clear gap between you and me. If you were the enemy, you would be dead within fifty rounds." Kyle breathed coldly, staring directly at Steve who was lying on the ground.
If we only talk about physique, the two are actually indistinguishable from each other.
But even if the extremely brutal killing methods could not be used, Kyle's strength still crushed Steve. Just like what Joseph said, the difference in their fighting skills was too great!
Kyle knows the same fighting skills that Steve does, but Steve may not know the same fighting skills that Kyle does.
This is certainly not Steve's fault. Even if he has the ability to learn quickly, he still needs to rely on a lot of energy to learn and master it, as well as practical training.
But Kyle is different. There is no need to learn or not. He can just read and draw cards. This is a bit like the helplessness of privileged members in online games when they encounter cheating players.
“Not yet…” Steve struggled to get up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, and said firmly: “I haven’t given up yet, I can still fight like this for another day!”
"Whatever you want." Kyle shrugged and was about to continue attacking, but Steve's next move made him look a little surprised.
It was Steve who put the Adamantium Shield on his left hand.
"That's right, otherwise it would be too boring." Kyle said with a smile, and suddenly accelerated and dived forward.
Steve did not attack rashly this time. He looked at Kyle who was rushing towards him, raised his shield calmly, and suddenly swung his left hand forward, causing the shield to fly out of his hand.
He actually used the shield as a long-range throwing weapon!
Kyle's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the shield coming towards him and quickly raised his right fist to collide with it.
The shield did block it, but with a swish sound, the shield turned back to the original direction of throwing like a boomerang.
"This shield—is not good!"
Kyle realized something and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Steve had already leaped in front of him and caught the flying shield with his left hand, knocking it down from top to bottom.
In a hurry, Kyle could only use his elbow to hit the shield. As soon as his elbow hit the shield, the force of the elbow was absorbed immediately.
At the same time, Steve's shield strikes continued to fall powerfully, instantly pressing Kyle's body down, forcing him to kneel on one knee on the ground for support, and even hitting the compacted mud created an obvious dent.
The first time Kyle faced the characteristics of the Adamantine Shield, he suffered a great loss.
The vibranium component of this shield obviously completely absorbed the power! As long as the attack landed on the shield, it would be forced to miss!
Chapter 36: Shield and Sword Clash
"How about this?" Steve held the round shield with both hands and used his own body weight to try to crush Kyle directly.
"Not bad." Kyle responded with difficulty, his left shoulder pressed against the shield, one knee and right palm pressed into the mud.
Steve tried to pin him to the ground with his shield, and Kyle tried to push the shield away and stand up to fight back.
The game of chess between the two men, at this moment, completely turned into a tug-of-war of pure power!
"Kyle, just give up!" Steve said solemnly, and began to put all his strength into pressing down with both hands, and the shield was lowered little by little.
After all, he has the upper hand, and in terms of pure strength, Steve believes that he is not inferior to Kyle.
"It's not that simple." Kyle gritted his teeth and insisted, maintaining the shield-holding posture without any wavering. The lowering of the shield - in fact, it was just the collapse of the mud where it was located.
Although he was wearing a tight black combat uniform, one could still see that the muscles all over his body were visibly bulging, and his right palm, which was supporting the ground, had been clenched into a fist at some point.
The golden sunlight shone on Kyle's steel-like body. At this moment, he was like a bronze sculpture representing strength.
Amid the exclamations of a group of American soldiers and Steve's incredulous gaze, the shield that was pressing down on Kyle quickly rose up inch by inch.
"If you want me to give in, this is far from enough." Kyle pushed Steve's shield away, stepped back a few steps, and gasped for breath exhaustedly.