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Normandy, connection program.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Anderson slid down the walls of the martial arts gym and coughed dryly in the abdomen as he felt his breath work.

"Neo, why are you holding your stomach?" Morpheus walked over with his hands in his hands.

"Ahem, why? Hit there? Anderson asked quizzically.

"But do you know the effect of that palm?" Morpheus asked.

“…… Inch fist? Anderson tried to explain the striking technique in Jeet Kune Do.

"No, that's the Eight Extremes Fist," Morpheus shook his head slightly, "After it hits the enemy's torso, the palm force penetrates through and will start from the heart, shattering all the internal organs." ”

"......" Anderson was silent for a moment, and 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 on 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 hall: "This is not a 'matrix', we will not set [rules] for the training venue that will lead to the death of trainers, although the pain simulation is turned on in order to improve the actual combat effect, but it will be stuck at the limit of [lethal], before you will feel the pain, because you [think] that you are attacked like that, and then hit the wall, it will lead to corresponding consequences." ”

"Because I've never been hit with 'ruptured internal organs,' I don't know what it's like, so this kind of attack that is sure to kill won't be 'simulated'?" Anderson guessed.

However, the internal organs are ruptured...... I seem to know this feeling, but I don't seem to have it, what is this......

"Actually, it's because the previous blow didn't cause the internal organs to rupture," Morpheus curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "After hearing that sentence, you thought I was [joking], so even the original ordinary injuries were [eliminated], and this [negative reality] quality is the key to our confrontation matrix." ”

"So, if I have this trait—"

"You're the 'savior,' Neo."

“……”

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"Whew!"

"Hah!"

"Wow!"

Although Anderson understood the importance of learning martial arts, the martial arts competition continued because the martial arts skills he had been "instilled" had not yet been integrated.

Anderson was pressed and beaten from the beginning, and gradually began to fight back and forth with Morpheus.

Although there are various genres of martial arts, in the final analysis, it is about attacking the enemy's body, and in the process, you will also enter the opponent's attack range, and then the two sides will compete in "strength", "speed", and "skill".

There is nothing to say about "force" and "speed", the greater the strength and the faster the speed, the more advantageous it is, but it is difficult for ordinary humans to reach the point where they completely suppress their peers in these two attributes, so the competition of "skill" is particularly important.

Generally speaking, the attack method can be divided into the upper, middle and lower sections according to the target position, and the specific means can be divided into strike skills, grasping and throwing skills and counterattack skills.

Striking techniques restrain the grasping technique, the grasping technique restrains the defensive movement and counterattack technique, and the counterattack technique restrains the striking technique.

These rules are well known to every martial artist, so it is impossible for them to use obviously inferior moves to respond to the enemy's attacks, so on this basis, there are broken moves, tricks, and feints, and these skills have risen to the level of psychological games, and fighters need to think through all the responses between the lightning and flint of hand-to-hand combat.

That's why Anderson was beaten badly in the first place.

"Wow!" "Boom!"

For example, Anderson's small step forward, and then the whole person soars into the air and kicks Morpheus with his feet, which is a striking move aimed at the mid-section, and Morpheus palms his elbow, blocks the flying kick while grabbing his calf and throwing him to the wall of the martial arts hall, which is a perfect counterattack.

"It's getting better and better, Neo, but it's not enough," Morpheus kept a certain martial arts starting style and looked at Anderson who was knocked to the wall again: "The fighting skills instilled in you are also data, and as long as it is data, you can be flexible, you can be broken, you can be stronger, don't think about whether you can do it, but [believe] that you can do it." ”

"It's a bit of a strong man," Anderson rolled over and jumped up, quickly approaching Morpheus to continue his attack: "I just started learning martial arts today, and I've done my best just by imitating and using it, and I'm not at the point where I can break or surpass it. ”

Between the offensive and defensive transitions, Anderson gradually felt handy, his movements became faster and faster, and Morpheus's movements, which were originally unclear, gradually became clear and able to analyze and predict.

"You're too modest, this level is not something that beginners can achieve," after a dozen moves with Anderson with fast fighting, Morpheus stepped back and left the attack range in succession: "However, if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, so let's learn martial arts first, let's take a look at parkour." ”

Huzz –

As soon as he said this, the four walls, ceiling, and floor of the martial arts hall flew away in six directions, revealing a pure white space again.

Before Anderson could say anything, countless tall buildings rose up all around them, and eventually a building appeared beneath their feet, its roof lifting the two of them to about the same height as the other buildings.

"Well, I'm pretty familiar with this kind of extreme sports," Anderson leaned down to look down at the ant-like traffic, "where is the goal?" ”

No wonder he asked, because even if ordinary parkour was carried out between tall buildings, the predetermined route would be sufficient for human physical fitness, and the building at his feet would be at least thirty meters away from its nearest neighbor.

"Take it easy, it's basically impossible for someone who takes this test for the first time to pass," Morpheus clapped his hands, "let go of your consciousness and trust that you can do it." ”

"Even if you say that, but specific—" Anderson stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Morpheus's movements.

I saw that the bald black man who had changed back into a trench coat and sunglasses ran on the rooftop for a while, and then jumped out directly from the gap on the rooftop.

The hunting trench coat resembles pitch-black wings, making Morpheus look like a big bird, but the bare crown of his head spoils that impression.

Instead of the expected fall, Morpheus jumped out of a high parabola and landed steadily on the roof of another building, which Anderson visually distanced about fifty meters from the roof beneath his feet.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Morpheus shouted from afar.

"You're kidding, the world record for running and jumping is nine meters!" Anderson replied loudly.

"But why should you care about a world record in a virtual world?" Morpheus replied similarly loudly.

“…… Well, I can do it. Anderson was speechless, so he shook his shoulders, took two small steps, and charged to the edge of the rooftop, letting out a battle cry as he jumped: "Wow! ”

Then he fell.