Lu Yuan carefully looked at the [Fighter] career panel and found that no new skills appeared.
There is no information prompt either.
“But I clearly felt that I had understood something with that punch..."
While he was still confused, a taxi screeched to a stop in front of him.
The window rolled down, and the taxi driver sitting in the car poked half of his head out.
“Can you go or not?”
"Walk."
Lu Yuan opened the car door and got in.
Mossa Fight Club is too far away from his home. It takes twenty minutes to drive normally, and it will take him at least an hour to walk back.
It's late tonight. It's almost ten o'clock now and the buses have stopped running.
The car starts.
There is no air conditioning in the car, but at this time of night the windows are open and the night breeze blows in from outside, so it’s not very hot.
Lu Yuan is still thinking about the punch just now.
He punched subconsciously, trying to regain the feeling he had when he punched in the ring.
“Hu——Hu——”
12 points of strength and a punch of 250 kilograms were thrown out in the small carriage.
Lu Yuan deliberately controlled the distance between his fists.
Although each punch was aimed at the back of the front seat, none of them actually hit.
But even so, the sound of his fist tearing through the air still made the taxi driver in the front row keep raising his eyes to look in the rearview mirror.
“Hey little brother!”
After driving for five or six minutes, the taxi driver couldn't bear it any longer.
"Be careful, my backrest is not strong, I will break it later..."
“It’s okay, I won’t touch it.”
“The noise is really loud, why don’t you wait until you get off the car before practicing?”
"....All right."
The road is far away and I have no choice but to put down my fists.
In fact, he punched so many times in a row and got nothing.
Not giving up on the journey, he said to the taxi driver, "Master, call me when you get there and I'll take a nap."
He immediately closed his eyes and entered the space of consciousness.
“[Imagine enemy], activate!”
Empty venues.
On the huge arena, a tall young man wearing a civet cat mask stood quietly.
The big screens on all sides of the venue were dark, there was no audience, and it seemed extremely quiet.
Lu Yuan looked around, then leaned down and touched the floor of the arena under his feet.
It feels like the scene has become a little more real.
Other than that, there haven’t been any big changes.
This is far from the effect of the lv2 [imaginary enemy] he expected, so he is a little disappointed.
But Lu Yuan doesn’t care about this now.
He just wanted to rediscover the feeling of that punch before in the ring and try to see if it could be repeated a second time.
Lu Yuan took off the mask on his face and threw it to the ground with a "clack".
Take a deep breath, look at the civet cat man in front of you, and gently twist your neck.
“Come on...you loser.”
As usual, taunt the opponent first, irritating the opponent and triggering his full strength form.
The civet cat man really reacted under the stimulation of Lu Yuan's words.
The calm eyes under the mask fluctuated.
Then there was a "bang", a crisp sound exploded under his feet, and the whole person rushed towards Luyuan at a speed far beyond reality.
The long and thick legs broke through the air and kicked straight towards the door far away from the road.
The shadow of a leg quickly enlarged in Lu Yuan's eyes, and his right foot moved subconsciously.
But he quickly retracted it.
“This time... just use fists.”
"boom!"
Five minutes later.
Lu Yuan slowly retracted his right fist with an expressionless expression.
The blond man in front of him knelt in front of him, the civet cat mask on his face had long been shattered.
There is also a fragment deeply embedded in the flesh and bone on the forehead between the eyebrows.
The look in his eyes quickly disappeared, his upper body swayed slightly, and then he fell heavily at Lu Yuan's feet with a "bang".
“No, it’s not this punch...is it the way of exerting force that’s wrong?”
Lu Yuan was thinking and slowly exited the space of consciousness.
The taxi was still driving, but the taxi driver started to make a phone call at some point. He was speaking in a dialect spoken in the countryside around Jiaoyan, which he couldn't understand despite the distance.
"try again."
The road is far away and I close my eyes again.
Same conscious space, same opponent.
This time he switched back to using his legs to finish off the civet man at a faster speed.
Attempt to completely recreate the battle at that time.
But still could not capture that spiritual light again.
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“I remember that when I threw that punch, there seemed to be a roaring sound in my ears..."
“Is it really impossible to recreate that crane punch without triggering the [Flash of Spirit] passive?”
Lu Yuan thought for a while and entered the consciousness space for the third time.
This time he changed the [imaginary enemy] and changed his opponent to Lin Zhiqin.
“Feel it again and see.”
The corridor on the second floor of the martial arts gym.
There is no nonsense in the long journey.
Kicked the door directly.
The foot force of more than 200 kilograms directly kicked the entire door panel away.
Strode in.
Lin Zhiqin was extinguishing the burning cigarette in his hand in the ashtray in front of the coffee table.
"Your name is Lin Zhiqin, right?!..."
Lu Yuan pointed out that Lin Zhiqin was "arrogant" and said something.
Before he could finish his provocative words, Lin Zhiqin suddenly disappeared in front of the coffee table.
"coming!"
Lu Yuan’s heart tightened, and a familiar creepy feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart.
If nothing unexpected happens.
The next second.
Or the next second.
He would be punched in the forehead by Lin Zhiqin and "died tragically on the spot".
But Lu Yuan didn’t want it to end so soon this time.
When the light in his pupils once again caught Lin Zhiqin’s extremely cold face, and his fists that couldn’t help but enlarge.
Lu Yuan tried to retreat backwards and get out of the battlefield. Even if he could survive for one more second, it would be good.
No matter how hard he tried, his body seemed to be enveloped by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't obey his orders at all. He couldn't even move a little.
“Damn it!”
Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and forced himself to open his eyes wide, staring at the ever-expanding fist.
A voice in my heart shouted.
“Slow down! Slow down a little! I want to see more clearly!...”
result......
The oncoming fists seem to have really slowed down.
"Well......."
Lu Yuan blinked his eyes in confusion.
Suddenly I found that I seemed to be able to move again.
Took two steps forward and found that Lin Zhiqin maintained his punching posture and actually stood still.
It was like being hit by some acupuncture technique in a martial arts novel, completely stuck in a frozen state.
"what happened?"
The journey is a bit confusing.
But he quickly reacted suddenly.
“I know, this is the new effect of lv2 [Imagine Enemy]!”
Suddenly, the journey was like discovering a new continent.
He originally thought that the [imaginary enemy] would remain unchanged after the upgrade, but he did not expect that the real changes were hidden here.
“Slow down, speed up, go forward or even go backwards...”
Lu Yuan was exploring the new features unlocked after upgrading [Imagine Enemy].
Lin Zhiqin in front of him followed his instructions sometimes as slowly as a turtle crawling, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes with his fists closed and sitting down, sometimes with his hands raised to stand up...
Lu Yuan felt like he had a remote control in his hand that could control other people's lives, and he couldn't help but be hooked.
"interesting!"
He kept asking Lin Zhiqin to repeat the punching action.
Even in order to observe the strength of the opponent's arm and body muscles, he roughly pulled off Lin Zhiqin's clothes.
Let Lin Zhiqin stand shirtless in the office.
The atmosphere in the office also became depressing little by little, as Lin Zhiqin continued to accumulate anger and resentment.
Fortunately, only when Lin Zhiqin moves, the momentum contained in his punch will burst out.
“It’s like analyzing and observing the composition of this punch under a microscope. It’s impossible to do it in the real world..."
Lu Yuan’s eyes were bright and full of surprise.
Accidentally, I accidentally let go of the "pause" button.
Having been played with as a toy for a long time, Lin Zhiqin's resentment reached its peak with a cold light in his eyes, and he punched Lu Yuan on the forehead with a clean punch...
"Why!"
"boom!"
Lu Yuan felt like his head was hitting a soft cushion heavily.
Open your eyes suddenly.
I found that the taxi driver had stepped on the emergency brake without knowing when and had stopped the car.
"Grass!"
The taxi driver sitting in the cab pressed his hands on the steering wheel with a frightened look on his face and muttered.
“What the hell, it’s so big and it suddenly jumped past in front of you.
Nearly bumped into me, it scared me!"
"Um?!"
Lu Yuan’s expression changed when he heard these words.