Anderson slid down the wall of the martial arts gym and coughed dryly as he pressed his abdomen where he was hit because he felt difficulty breathing.
"Neo, why are you holding your stomach?" Morpheus came over with his hands in his hands.
"Ahem, why? Where was it hit?" Anderson asked in confusion.
"But do you know the effect of that palm?" Morpheus asked.
"...Inch punch?" Anderson tried to explain the striking technique using Jeet Kune Do.
"No, that's Bajiquan," Morpheus shook his head slightly: "After it hits the enemy's torso, its palm power penetrates directly into it, starting from the heart and smashing all the internal organs."
"..." Anderson was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up from the corner.
"Does it still hurt?" Morpheus looked at his abdomen.
"No, I don't feel it at all," Anderson pressed his abdomen, "So you didn't hurt me before?"
"To be precise, you injured yourself before," Morpheus pointed to the surrounding walls of the martial arts gym: "This is not the 'Matrix', and we will not set [rules] for the training venue that will lead to the death of trainers.
Although the pain simulation is turned on to improve the actual combat effect, it will be stuck at the [fatal] limit. You will feel pain before because you [think] you are being attacked like that, and then hitting the wall will lead to corresponding consequences.
"
"Because I have never been hit with a 'ruptured internal organ' and don't know what it feels like, so this kind of fatal attack will not be 'simulated'?" Anderson guessed.
However, visceral rupture... I seem to know this feeling, but I don't seem to know it. What is this...
"Actually, it's because the previous blow did not cause the internal organs to rupture," Morpheus raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "After hearing that sentence, you thought I was [joking], so even the original ordinary injuries were [eliminated]
Yes, and this [denial of reality] trait is the key to our fight against the Matrix."
"So, since I have this quality -"
"You are indeed the 'savior', Neo."
"..."
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"call!"
"ha!"
"Wow!"
Although Anderson understood the importance of learning to fight, the martial arts competition continued because the fighting skills he had been "indoctrinated" had not yet been integrated.
Anderson was beaten from the beginning and gradually began to fight back and forth with Morpheus.
Although there are various schools of fighting, in the final analysis, they all involve attacking the enemy's body. In the process, you will also enter the opponent's attack range. At that time, the two sides will compete in "power", "speed", and "
Compete on "technique".
There is nothing much to say about "power" and "speed". The greater the power and the faster the speed, the greater the advantage. However, it is difficult for ordinary humans to completely suppress the same kind in these two attributes, so the competition of "skills" is
appears particularly important.
Generally speaking, attack methods can be divided into upper, middle and lower sections based on the target part, and specific methods are divided into striking techniques, catching and throwing techniques and counterattack techniques.
Strike skills restrain catch and throw skills, catch and throw skills restrain defensive actions and counterattack skills, and counterattack skills restrain strike skills.
Every fighter knows these rules very well, so it is impossible for them to use moves with obvious disadvantages to deal with the enemy's attacks. Therefore, on this basis, there are breaking moves, deceptive moves and feints. These skills have risen to the level of psychological games.
level, and the fighter needs to consider all responses carefully in the lightning flash of close combat.
This is also the reason why Anderson was beaten so badly in the beginning.
"Wow!" "Boom!"
For example, Anderson dashed forward in small steps, then jumped up into the air and kicked Morpheus with both feet. This was a strike aimed at the midsection. Morpheus blocked the strike with his palm on his elbow.
While kicking, grabbing his calf and throwing him against the wall of the gym was a perfect counterattack.
"It's getting better and better, Neo, but it's not enough." Morpheus maintained a martial arts stance and looked at Anderson, who was sent flying to the wall again: "The fighting skills instilled in you are also the same.
Data, and as long as it is data, it can be flexible, it can be broken, and you can be stronger. Don't think about whether you can do it, but [believe] that you can do it."
"This is a bit overwhelming," Anderson jumped up, quickly approached Morpheus and continued to attack: "I just started learning fighting today. I have tried my best just by imitating and using it, but I haven't reached the point where I can break or surpass him.
"
During the transition between offense and defense, Anderson gradually felt more comfortable and his movements became faster and faster. Morpheus's movements, which were originally unclear, gradually became clearer and could be analyzed and predicted.
"You are too modest. This level is not something that beginners can achieve." After fighting Anderson for more than a dozen moves with fast strikes, Morpheus stepped back and left the attack range: "However, haste makes waste."
, let’s learn fighting here first, let’s take a look at parkour.”
Hoo hum——
As he spoke these words, the four walls, ceiling and floor of the martial arts hall quickly flew away in six directions, revealing a pure white space again.
Before Anderson could say anything, countless high-rise buildings suddenly rose up all around, and finally a building appeared under their feet. Its rooftop lifted the two of them to a height similar to other buildings before stopping.
"Well, I know a lot about this kind of extreme sports," Anderson leaned down and looked down at the traffic as small as ants: "Where is the target?"
No wonder he asked this, because even if ordinary parkour is performed between high-rise buildings, the predetermined route will ensure that it can be completed with sufficient human physical strength, and there will be at least a few feet between the building under your feet and its nearest neighbor.
It's like thirty meters.
"Relax, it's basically impossible for people who take this test for the first time to pass it," Morpheus clapped his hands, "Relax your consciousness, I believe you can do it."
"Even if you say that, but specifically-" Anderson stopped mid-sentence because he saw Morpheus's movements.
I saw this bald black man who had changed into a trench coat and sunglasses taking a quick run on the rooftop, and then jumped out directly from the gap in the rooftop.
The rustling windbreaker is like dark wings, making Morpheus look like a big bird, but the bald head ruins this impression.
The expected fall did not occur. Morpheus jumped out of a high parabola and then landed steadily on the rooftop of another building. Anderson visually determined that the building was about fifty meters away from the rooftop under his feet.
about.
"Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Morpheus shouted from afar.
"You're kidding, the world record for long jump is nine meters!" Anderson responded loudly.
"But why do you care about a world record in a virtual world?" Morpheus answered equally loudly.
"...Okay, I can do it." Anderson was speechless, so he shook his shoulders, jumped two steps, charged towards the edge of the rooftop, and let out a war cry while taking off: "Wow - da
