Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

rooftop.

The two figures moved rapidly, the wind caused by their bodies and fists whistling.

Hong Fei's body stepped step by step like an old tree taking root into the earth. His steps were as steady as a giant elephant, but his upper body was like an ape in the forest. There was no hesitation in his movements, almost instinctive.

Frank's steps appeared lighter and more agile, and his two slender arms were as powerful as steel spears.

Frank's fighting style is based on free fighting, blending the essence of many modern fighting techniques. Coupled with many years of practical fighting and life-and-death fighting experience, Frank's fighting style is indeed far beyond the reach of others.

However, if you look closely, you can see that Hong Fei has closed his eyes at this time.

Frank lunges forward with a straight fist, facing the door.

The subtle sound caused by the fist and the sudden squeezing of air in front of him formed a clear feedback in Hong Fei's mind. He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways, his fist brushing the tip of his nose. At the same time, he stretched out his palm and put it on Frank. of iron arms.

Instantly, Frank's feet were firm and he jerked his hand back.

Hong Fei's hand first moved in the direction of Frank's fist, but immediately felt Frank's muscles tighten, and he immediately gave up the force. When Frank tried to pull back his arm, he also at the same time with Frank used his strength in one place.

As a result, Frank's force in pulling out his arm suddenly increased, and his upper body suddenly leaned back. He could only move quickly to stabilize his body.

However, Hong Fei had already stuck out one of his feet.

With a plop, Frank sat down on the ground, a little confused in his eyes.

Seeing that Hong Fei still didn't open his eyes and just waved towards him, Frank gritted his teeth suddenly, stood up and clenched his fists again.

This time he did not rush to attack, but slowly moved closer to Hong Fei inch by inch.

Hong Fei suddenly changed his position and took a step forward. When he inhaled, he opened his muscles and bones and spread his arms like an eagle's wings. When he exhaled, he lowered his elbows and sat astride, and quickly restrained his strength. He put the palm of his right hand outward in front of his eyes and the palm of his left hand. Down to the lower abdomen.

Apart from the sound of the wind, the only sound on the entire rooftop was the scraping sound of Frank's footsteps moving against the ground.

Frank stared at Hong Fei's body without blinking, as if every inch of his body had been imprinted in his mind. Any slight movement would allow him to judge Hong Fei's next move.

As the two gradually approached, the rustling in their ears became clearer, and Hong Fei's judgment of the distance between them became more accurate.

Frank maintained his fighting posture meticulously, keeping his center of gravity and moving his right leg forward as a test. If there was any difference, he could immediately retreat and raise his right leg to defend.

Hong Fei can naturally remain motionless if he is in an advantageous position, and Frank must not be impatient if he wants to seize the opportunity.

White clouds were flying, a gentle breeze was passing by, and suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded on the street.

Frank's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had no time to think. He instantly tightened his arms to his chest and curled up his upper body to prepare for the unknown impact.

I saw the muscles in Hong Fei's right leg suddenly swelled, and he strode forward suddenly. Although he didn't open his eyes, he still accurately stepped behind Frank's right foot, preventing the opponent from withdrawing his legs and retreating, and rushed forward. In the process, he twisted his body, with his right shoulder as the forward driver, and his arms lowered. His own weight, forward inertia and his own burst of power were integrated into one, as if an invisible air mass was formed in his body, driven by his muscles and bones. Rushing towards the right arm.

In Frank's eyes, Hong Fei's whole body suddenly shot straight in without warning, and the tiny figure suddenly enlarged in his eyes, like a huge and heavy beast that could not be separated for an instant.

Bang! !

An extremely dull sound suddenly spread out. Centered on the forerunner's arms, a round and strong force was released in an instant. Frank's arms crossed in front of his chest immediately contracted further inward and pressed against his chest under the heavy blow. The penetrating force penetrates skin, muscles and even bones with devastating force.

Immediately, Frank flew three meters into the air like a sandbag, and with a loud bang, he made a deep dent on the electrical box on the rooftop. After falling, he continued to curl up on the ground, motionless for a long time.

Frank felt as if Hong Fei had directly inserted his big hand into his chest and ravaged his internal organs. Whether it was his heart, lungs or other things, they had suffered unimaginable shocks. This directly caused his breathing to stop suddenly, and his heart The moment it stopped pulsing, the brain quickly began to lack oxygen, and the strength of the body disappeared immediately. The control of the body was also directly taken away by the brain, because what his body needed at this moment was to resume breathing and ensure the supply of oxygen to the brain. All unnecessary movements were unnecessary.

As the body repaired itself, the still heart began to beat again. Frank's crouched body bounced away. He lay on his side and opened his mouth with all his strength to breathe, ignoring the fine sand and dust on the ground and sucking it into his mouth.

After a while, his breathing slowly became calmer and his eyes began to focus.

Hong Fei was seen standing motionless beside him, showing him a rather gentle smile.

Frank turned over and lay flat on the ground, panting and saying with difficulty: "Last time, I remember, it wasn't like this."

"I know too much, I'm sorry." Hong Fei clasped his fists helplessly.

What he cares more about is, why didn't the skill card drop this time?

Can one person only lose one?Or is Frank just one skill?Is there a drop rate for skill cards?

after an hour.

Frank was shirtless, his arms and chest were shiny with oil, which was the ointment Hong Fei made himself.He was half-lying, his arms naturally resting on the pillow, and his fingers would occasionally tremble slightly involuntarily.

"You are revenge."

"No."

"Yes."

"You're slandering me."

Frank said solemnly: "You almost killed me, I feel like I almost died!"

Hong Fei put down the tablet and said helplessly: "Isn't he alive?"

"But you have such intentions."

Hong Fei shook his head and stood up and walked to the open fitness room on the side of the living room.

Facing the sandbag, Hong Fei said: "If I wanted to kill you, I would change the way I exert my force, not to mention using two arms. I should do it like this."

With that said, Hong Fei struck a pose again and then quickly stepped forward.

This time, Hong Fei did not turn sideways with his shoulders and arms first. Instead, he lowered his center of gravity. He suddenly raised his hands from bottom to top like a dragon emerging from the water. He twisted his elbow joints and raised and lowered his arms suddenly. Two palms landed on the sandbag in no particular order.

Bang!

A crisp sound echoed in the room, but the sandbag was not knocked away. However, the leather on the north side seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and a crack instantly exploded.

The fine sand flowed, and Hong Fei turned around.

Frank seemed to see Hong Fei suddenly approaching, opening the boxing frame he was protecting on his chest with both hands, and then pressing his palms against his chest, tearing the skin with force and penetrating through the heart...

After a while, Frank put away all his complaints and stared at Hong Fei seriously: "How did you do that?"

"practice."

"How old are you?"

"22. Don't worry about this. It doesn't matter how long you practice. What matters is whether you have the right direction when practicing, whether you continue to improve every time you practice, and how much you improve. You can learn, but there is no need to follow. I’ll learn it because you already have a technique that suits you, and your body, reactions, and instincts are all integrated with your technique, and there’s no need to change it anymore.”

Frank fell into deep thought after listening.

Hong Fei: "Actually, in other words, it should be easier for you to understand."

Frank looked up quickly.

"you're old."

Frank's eyes twitched.

Hong Fei stood up immediately: "Okay, you can rest! I've given you all the information. In New York, you make your own decisions on how to act. Come to me when you need help."

"Why don't you participate?"

"Of course because I have more important things to do."

Going down to the bookstore on the first floor and raising the roller blinds, Hong Fei saw more people standing outside the glass door.

When the face with a warm smile appeared completely, Hong Fei was very disappointed.