Steve put on his gloves and got into the ring. "Ready?"
Luke nodded. "Coming."
Steve didn't say anything else. He steadily approached Luke, and Luke did the same.
Below, Misty saw the two of them approaching quickly.
Then, there was a series of bangs.
She, who had been panting heavily, suddenly held her breath.
Too fast! Too strong!
After they entered each other's attack range, they quickly swung their fists and launched fierce attacks at each other.
There was no probing, just like the occasional all-out attack in a boxing match.
Both of them were moving at high speed, but their fists were still madly punching out.
Even more exaggerated, their attacks and parries were merged into one.
Neither of them was purely defending. While defending, they could counterattack at any time.
Misty swore that this was the most exciting fight she had ever seen outside of kung fu movies.
As if they had rehearsed it, the shadows of their fists burst out with the ultimate power and beauty of a fight.
Bang! Bang!
About thirty seconds into the fight, the two of them punched each other almost at the same time, hitting each other's defensive hand at the same time. They took two steps back at the same time and resumed their boxing stance.
They looked at each other for a moment.
Luke suddenly said, "It's been a long time since anyone sparred with you, right? You're a little slow, Steve. "
Steve's calm expression changed a little, and he curled his lips. "Kid, I haven't used any strength yet. If I get serious, I can fight you all day. "
Luke smiled. "Then let's try again?"
Steve nodded slightly. "Come on."
As soon as he said that, the two of them charged forward again and began to attack each other crazily.
Misty had thought that a winner would be decided this time.
Even a world-class boxing champion could be KO'd in one hit in this crazy exchange.
On TV, it was normal for this kind of exchange to be decided in three to five seconds.
But she was wrong again.
This time, Steve was the first to change tactics.
He used his footwork and body movements to create traps.
Luke, on the other hand, had to constantly see through the traps, or what awaited him would be Steve's killing blow.
It looked like Luke was suppressing Steve, but he didn't have an obvious advantage.
Steve was getting more and more surprised. 'This young man is really too steady.'
No matter what he did, he maintained his composure. He did not advance rashly nor was he afraid. He was as firm as a boulder.
Steve hadn't met many opponents of this level.
It was not to say that no one was stronger than Steve, but there were not many people who could match him in a fight with the same amount of strength — even if it was just a simple boxing match.
It was rare for someone of Luke's age to have such skills.
Thirty seconds later, Luke suddenly stopped and didn't chase after him.
Steve took two steps back and gave him a puzzled look.
Luke waved his hand. "You attack, I'll defend."
Steve understood.
The way they fought just now was purely a contest of stamina and willpower to see who could outlast the other.
They had said earlier that they were just playing, and Luke's friend was standing next to them.
Steve himself had said that he could fight Luke all day.
Judging from Luke's breathing and the sweat on his body, he could fight him for at least another twenty minutes.
This was a waste of time.
In this match, the two would first attack, and then Steve would choose to defend.
What Luke meant was that he would defend once as well.
This was undoubtedly fair and more interesting.
After all, this wasn't a regular match. Neither of them wanted to lose, but they didn't necessarily have to win.
The main point was to learn from each other.
In the next minute, Misty watched the whole process again.
Apart from the fact that they switched positions, everything was the same as before.
She realized that Luke and Steve's attacks and defenses were quite similar.
Tough, fierce, accurate, stable, and efficient. There were no unnecessary movements, only the most suitable ones.
Although there was a big difference between the two of them, the effect was basically the same.
Could they have been taught by the same boxing teacher? She was a little confused. But what kind of teacher could teach two world-class students at the same time?
She wasn't very strong herself, but she was quite passionate about boxing and fighting. It wouldn't be a problem for her to be a keyboard boxing champion.
Thus, she could tell that the two of them were far more skilled than ordinary people.
Two boxing experts of this level had popped up all at once.
One was her young colleague, and the other was a handsome young man who was boxing alone in this old training hall. It was truly unimaginable.
A minute later, it was Steve who took the initiative to stop.
He raised his hands slightly to signal for them to stop. Panting slightly, he said, "Kid, you're pretty good at boxing. Who taught you?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke replied, "I just practiced a little. That's all."
Steve: "…"
Misty: "…"
After they left the ring, Luke asked Steve in a low voice, "You were a soldier, weren't you?"
Steve was stumped for a moment. "Yes, I was a soldier for a few years when I was young. How did you know? "
Luke said, "My adoptive father was also a veteran. He served for almost ten years before he retired."
Steve nodded in understanding.
Luke said, "I'm a detective from NYPD. Misty is my colleague. She's running into some problems, and I think you might be able to help her. "
Steve glanced at Misty, who was sitting on a stool next to him. "I'm not a psychologist."
Luke chuckled. "But you'll definitely win the trust of your comrades, and you'll be determined."
Steve stared at him again.
Luke shrugged. "I'm a detective, and I've been working for more than two years. I have a good eye."
Steve pretended to ask casually, "Oh, which department are you in?"
Luke said, "HQ Detective Bureau."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you're pretty good."
From the brief exchange between Luke and Mysty just now, he could tell that not only did Mysty trust Luke, but she was also in Luke's hands.
That wasn't something that could be done with a pretty face.
Steve's gaze fell on Misty not far away. "What's wrong with her?"
Luke said, "I'll talk to her. She can decide if and how much to say."
Steve didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Why do you make it sound like I owe you?"
Luke shrugged. "I helped you exercise just now. How about you repay me by helping me out?"
Steve: "… Okay."
He had to admit that fighting Luke for two minutes was the most enjoyable fight he'd had since he woke up.
While it was fun to beat up bad guys or aliens, that was a fight.
It was impossible for the other party to fight him purely. Instead, they would bully him with their advantage in numbers and firepower, which was very unpleasant.
Luke said a few words to Misty, then led her to Steve. "I'll leave it to you, Steve."
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