Chapter 50: The new function of [Imagine Enemy]
"hasn't changed?"
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."
When Lu Yuan was confused, a taxi stopped in front of him with a "squeak".
The window rolled down, and the taxi driver sitting in the car poked his head half out.
"Are you leaving?"
"Let's go."
Lu Yuan opened the car door and got in.
Mosa 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 was still thinking about the punch just now.
He punched subconsciously, trying to regain the feeling of throwing that punch in the ring.
"Huh-huh-"
A 12-point punch with a strength of 250 kilograms was swung 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 looking up at the rearview mirror.
"Hey, little brother!"
After five or six minutes of driving, the taxi driver couldn't bear it anymore.
"Be careful. My backrest is not strong. I'll break it later." "
It's okay. I won't touch it."
"It's very noisy. How about you wait until you get off the car before practicing?" "
Okay. ."
Lu Yuan had no choice but to put down his fist.
In fact, he punched so many times in a row and got nothing.
Lu Yuan did not give up and said to the taxi driver, "Master, call me when we arrive. I will sleep for a while."
Then he closed his eyes and entered the conscious space.
"[Imagine Enemy], activate!"
The empty venue.
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, not much has changed.
This was far from the lv2 [imaginary enemy] effect he expected, and he was 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 he could recreate it a second time.
"Huh--"
Lu Yuan took off the mask on his face and threw it to the ground with a "clack".
He took a deep breath, looked at the raccoon cat man in front of him, and twisted his neck slightly.
"Come on, you loser."
As usual, he started to taunt, irritating his opponent and triggering his full strength form.
The raccoon cat man actually 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.
"Huh--"
The thick long legs broke through the air and kicked straight towards Lu Yuan's face.
A shadow of a leg quickly enlarged in Lu Yuan's eyes, and his right foot moved subconsciously.
But he quickly retracted.
"This time, just use fists."
"Bang!"
Five minutes later.
Lu Yuan slowly retracted his right fist with no expression on his face.
The blond man in front of him knelt in front of him, the tanuki mask on his face already in pieces.
There is also a fragment between the forehead and the eyebrows deeply embedded in the flesh and bone.
The look in his eyes disappeared quickly, his upper body shook slightly, and then he fell heavily at Lu Yuan's feet with a "bang".
"No, it's not this punch. Is the way of exerting force wrong?"
Lu Yuan thought and slowly exited the space of consciousness.
The taxi was still driving, but the taxi driver didn't know when he started talking on the phone. He was speaking in a dialect spoken in the countryside around Jiaoyan, and even Lu Yuan couldn't understand it.
"Try again."
Lu Yuan closed his eyes again.
The same conscious space, the same opponent.
This time he turned back to using his legs to finish off the tanuki man at a faster speed.
Trying to completely recreate the battle at that time.
But still failed to capture that spiritual light.
"I remember that when I threw that punch, there seemed to be a roaring sound in my ears." "
Without triggering the [Flash of Inspiration] passive, is it really impossible to recreate that crane punch?"
Lu Yuan thought. Thinking, entering 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 hall.
There is no nonsense about the long journey.
He kicked the door directly.
The foot force of more than 200 kilograms directly kicked the entire door panel away.
Stride inside.
In front of the coffee table, Lin Zhiqin was extinguishing the burning cigarette in his hand bit by bit in the ashtray.
"Your name is Lin Zhiqin, right?!"
Lu Yuan pointed at Lin Zhiqin and said "arrogantly".
Before he could finish his provocative words, Lin Zhiqin suddenly disappeared in front of the coffee table.
"Here it comes!"
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 on 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 caught Lin Zhiqin's extremely cold face again, he couldn't help but enlarge his fists.
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.
But no matter how hard he tried, his body seemed to be enveloped by an inexplicable force, and 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 enlarging fist.
A voice in my heart shouted.
"Slow down! Slow down! I want to see more clearly!" As
a result,
the fist that was coming seemed to slow down.
"Uh"
Lu Yuan blinked in confusion.
Suddenly I found that I seemed to be able to move again.
Taking two steps forward, he found that Lin Zhiqin maintained his punching posture and actually stood still.
It was as if he had been hit by some acupuncture technique in a martial arts novel, completely stuck in a freeze-frame state.
"What's going on?"
Lu Yuan was a little confused.
But he quickly reacted suddenly.
"I know, this is the new effect of lv2 [Imagine Enemy]!"
In an instant, the journey was like discovering a new continent.
He originally thought that the [Imagine Enemy] would remain unchanged after the upgrade, but he did not expect that the real changes were hidden here.
"Slow down, speed up, move forward or even go backwards"
Lu Yuan explored the new functions 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's hand seemed to be
holding a remote control that could control other people's lives, and he couldn't help shouting. Enjoyable.
"Interesting!"
He kept asking Lin Zhiqin to repeat the punching action.
He even roughly pulled off Lin Zhiqin's clothes in order to observe the strength of the opponent's arm muscles.
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, the momentum contained in Lin Zhiqin's punch would only burst out when he was moving.
"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, full of surprises.
I accidentally let go of the "pause" button.
After being 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. "Hey!" "
Bang
!"
Lu Yuan felt his head hit something hard. On the soft cushion.
Eyes snapped open.
I found that the taxi driver had stepped on the emergency brake without knowing when and had stopped the car.
"Fuck!"
The taxi driver sitting in the cab muttered with his hands on the steering wheel and a look of shock on his face.
"What the hell? Such a big one suddenly jumped past in front of me.
It almost hit me and scared me!"
"Huh?!"
Lu Yuan's expression changed when he heard this.
(End of chapter)