Steve put on his gloves and got into the ring: "Ready?"
Luke nodded: "Come."
Steve didn't say any more, and approached Luke steadily, and Luke did the same.
Misty was below and saw the two approaching quickly.
Then, a series of bang bang sounded.
She was gasping for breath, but she held her breath.
too fast! It's too strong!
After the two entered the attack range, they swung their fists quickly and launched a fierce attack on each other.
There is no temptation, just like the occasional all-out attack scene in a boxing match.
Both bodies were moving rapidly, but their fists were outputting crazily.
What's even more exaggerated is that the attack and block of the two are integrated.
No one is purely defensive. They are all defending and keeping up with counterattacks at any time.
Misty could swear it was the best fight she had ever seen outside of kung fu movies.
In close proximity, the two men's fists and shadows criss-crossed, as if they had been rehearsed, they fit together, bursting out with the ultimate power and beauty unique to fighting.
Boom! Boom!
About 30 seconds into the attack, the two punched almost at the same time, hitting the opponent's defending hand at the same time, and both stepped back two steps, and resumed their boxing starting posture.
The two stared at each other for a moment.
Luke suddenly said: "Have no one practiced boxing with you for a long time? The speed is a bit slow, Steve."
Steve's calm expression also changed a little, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Son, I haven't tried hard yet. I'm serious, and I can fight with you all day."
Luke also laughed: "Then try again?"
Steve nodded slightly: "Come on."
When the voice fell, the two rushed forward again and started a crazy confrontation.
Misty originally thought that this time there would be a winner.
Even a world-class boxing champion may be KO'd in this crazy confrontation.
In TV games, it is normal for this kind of confrontation to decide the winner within three to five seconds.
But she guessed wrong again.
This time, Steve first changed tactics.
Using his steps and body shaking, he kept making traps.
Luke had to keep seeing through these traps, otherwise what was waiting for him was Steve's backhand blow.
On the surface, it looked like Luke was fighting against Steve, but he didn't have a clear advantage.
Steve was more and more surprised: the young man opposite was really too stable.
No matter how he arranged it, he always remained calm, not aggressive or afraid, as solid as a rock.
Steve has never met many opponents of this level.
It's not that no one is better than Steve, but that with the same strength, there are really not many people who are as good as him in fighting—even if the two only compete in simple boxing.
At Luke's age, it's really rare to have this level.
Thirty seconds later, Luke stopped suddenly and did not catch up.
Steve took two steps back, casting a puzzled look.
Luke waved: "You attack and I defend."
Steve understood.
Just like the way the two played just now, it was purely a struggle of physical strength and willpower, to see who could consume the other.
As the two said before, they were just playing around, with Luke's friend standing beside them.
Steve himself said that he could fight Luke all day.
Looking at Luke's breathing and the sweat on his body now, he can fight him for at least ten or twenty minutes.
This is such a waste of time.
In this competition, the two first played against each other, and then Steve chose to defend.
What Luke meant was that he also had to guard once.
This is undoubtedly fair and more interesting.
After all, it wasn't a regular match. Although neither of them thought of losing, they didn't necessarily have to win.
Learning from each other is the key.
As a result, in the next minute, Misty watched the process again.
Except for the offensive and defensive transposition of the two, everything is no different from before.
She found that Luke and Steve's offense and defense were quite similar.
Tough, fierce, accurate, stable, and efficient, there are no redundant actions, only the most suitable choice.
Although there are not small differences in the specific technical movements of the two, the effect achieved is basically the same.
These two... Could it be that they were taught by the same fighting teacher? She was at a loss: But what kind of teacher can teach two world-class students at once!
Although her own strength is not very high, she is still quite enthusiastic about boxing and fighting competitions, and it is no problem to be a keyboard boxing champion.
Therefore, she could see that the level of the two of them was far beyond the ordinary level.
Two boxing masters of this level appeared at once.
One is her young colleague, and the other is a handsome young man boxing alone in this old training gym, which is really incredible.
A minute later, this time it was Steve who took the initiative to stop.
He slightly raised his hands to signal to stop, then panted slightly and said, "Boy, you're good at boxing, who taught it?"
Luke pondered for a moment, and replied, "Practice yourself casually, that's all."
Steve: ...
Misty: …
When he got down to the stage, Luke whispered to Steve, "You, have you ever been a soldier?"
Steve was taken aback: "Well, I was a soldier for a few years when I was young. How did you see that?"
Luke: "My adoptive father is also a veteran, and he served for almost ten years before retiring."
Steve nodded knowingly.
Luke: "I'm a police detective from NYPD, and that Misty is my colleague. She has encountered some problems, and I think you may be able to help her."
Steve glanced at Misty, who was sitting on the stool next to him: "I'm not a psychologist."
Luke chuckled: "But you will definitely gain the trust of your comrades-in-arms, and you will be firm."
Steve's eyes fixed on him again.
Luke shrugged: "I'm a police detective, and I've been working for more than two years, and I still have a little vision."
Steve asked casually, "Oh, what department?"
Luke: "Headquarters Police Detective Bureau."
Steve raised his eyebrows: "It seems that your skills are really good."
From the brief exchange between Luke and Misty just now, he could see that Misty not only trusted Luke a lot, but also had the dominant power in Luke's hands.
It's not something you can do with your face.
Steve's eyes fell on Misty who was not far away: "What problem did she encounter?"
Luke: "I'll go and talk to her, she decides whether or not to say it, how much to say."
Steve couldn't laugh or cry: "Why does it seem like I owe you?"
Luke shrugged: "I exercised my muscles and bones with you just now, and you will be rewarded for your help, how about it?"
Steve: "...OK."
He had to admit that the two minutes he played against Luke just now was the happiest time he had played since he woke up.
Fighting bad guys or aliens is fun, but that's combat.
It is impossible for the opponent to engage in pure fighting with him, but will bully him with the advantage of numbers + firepower, which is very unpleasant.
Watching Luke go over and say a few words to Misty, and then lead her towards Steve: "I'll leave it to you, Steve."