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After a few seconds, Steve sighed deeply, and the appearance of a smartphone appeared in his mind, or a colorful advertising screen, or a WiFi box, in short, it was something he couldn't understand. Steve muttered to himself, "Okay, Steve, you should have seen it a long time ago. ”

If Venom knew that the American team would equate it with an ordinary mobile phone, I wonder if Venom would have made a fool of the American team......

Steve muttered to himself, already getting up and up, but the offense turned to defense in a second, his left arm blocked by the side of his ear, and was swept away by a half-meter whip leg from Summer.

Steve stepped back and dodged, dodging Summer's further kicks, his tight thighs were hard to force, his body was like a cannonball, and he threw a punch into Summer's right cheek, but was also blocked by Summer's left arm.

In just a few seconds, the fierce offensive and defensive transitions between the two were dazzling and jaw-dropping, and at such a close distance, dodging, elbowing, knee raising, punching, retreating, and even a seemingly dispensable action could affect the entire battle situation.

Steve's blood is slowly boiling, the youth in front of him is completely different from the youth in the afternoon, no longer limited to the youth of boxing rules, all parts of the body have become offensive weapons, hands, arms, shoulders, calves, and even the head, the continuous offensive makes Steve a little breathless, the two of you go back and forth, from the lower corner of the ring to the central part.

Steve slammed his hands on the sandbag, only to feel his arm go numb, and a huge force came from the bottom half of the sandbag, and Steve roared angrily and punched the top half of the sandbag.

"Whoa"! The upper and lower sandbags were shattered almost at the same time.

Steve's fist smashed Summer's chest through the layers of fine sand, and the sandbag that was broken in the lower half burst outward with sand, and Summer's uppercut also hit Steve's lower abdomen hard, blasting the sturdy body into the shape of a "shrimp".

Summer flew out lying on his back, Steve bowed upside down and flew out, leaving a piece of broken sand at the confrontation between the two, and the sound of flowing on the ground made people sound very comfortable.

"You might need some weapons." Steve clutched his lower abdomen and bent over to get up with difficulty, even with a smile on his face, "Maybe... Tactical dagger? ”

Summer also slowly got up and said, "Then do you need a shield?" ”

"Haha." Steve laughed out loud, laughing heartily, but stopped abruptly halfway, coughing violently, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care, wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely, and there was only one meaning in his blazing eyes: war!

"That's a good bet, your shield." Summer jumped on her feet and rushed towards Steve.

"Boy, you haven't won me yet! Including the afternoon one! Steve shouted, his eyes bursting with astonishing battle intent that seemed to set the arena on fire.

Far above tens of thousands of feet in the air, in an all-in-one fighter, Coulson looked at Agent Hill on the screen in front of him, and his heart was also excited.

"I have to state up front that he has a special way of disappearing, and I'm pretty sure of our agent's ability, he just disappeared without a trace, and if he really went to Asgard as you say, then it's not hard to explain." Agent Hill's face was still cold, but if it weren't for the fact that the matter was so critical and urgent, she would never have entrusted the matter within her jurisdiction to Coulson.

Who made Coulson and Summer have a relationship? This "ghost" summer has never left any information, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been able to find the slightest clue about him despite all its efforts, and this time, he actually played with the captain again, and it was in the same place!

Hill didn't want to admit that this was a provocation to S.H.I.E.L.D. in the summer, after all, Hill knew very well how terrifying a behemoth like S.H.I.E.L.D. was, and removed all the impossibilities, and the only possibility left was that the summer had no fear! Since he can disappear once, he can disappear a second time.

In the face of the invasion of Loki, an Asgardian, S.H.I.E.L.D. will never allow it to fail again, let alone let this "boiled duck" fly, so after Hill got the report from his subordinates, he contacted Coulson as soon as possible, and in the hierarchical and strict S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson is one of the few people she trusts.

"I'm on my way, tell your men not to disturb them." Coulson said, thankfully, he hadn't gone too far from New York, and everything was still in time.

Coulson landed as fast as he could on a civilian airport closest to the venue, drove his car through the streets of New York, and ran out of the stadium in a puff of smoke, which had been guarded by armed agents one after another, and the surrounding streets had long been cordoned off.

"They're still in there?" Coulson asked.

"Yes, sir!" One soldier responded.

Coulson nodded, straightened his clothes, pushed the door and walked in, the ticket gate was empty, and the old man who played the guard had already been invited out.

Coulson walked briskly when he heard "Bah! Bang! There was a loud bang, and the heavy gym equipment slammed into the floor with a dull sound. Coulson looked at this messy venue and couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

Poof!

A figure flew over and slammed into the butterfly machine, smashing a groove out of the back of the chair.

And when Coulson saw the man's face clearly, his heart trembled slightly, it turned out to be Steve!? The man with a wound, panting, and a blood stain on the corner of his mouth turned out to be Captain America!?

Before Coulson could step forward, a figure rushed forward and punched Steve, who was sitting on his back in the butterfly machine.

Steve grabbed the armrest of the chest clamp with both hands and slammed it in the middle.

Summer's fist didn't hit him in the face, and his wrist was sandwiched directly between the armrests, and then, he was kicked out by Steve.

Steve let go of the armrest of the chest clamp, and the weight lifted high behind the instrument fell down with a heavy sound, and Steve's figure sprang out.

Coulson looked like he couldn't bear to look at it directly, his face was a little strange, watching the rushing American team being kicked on the ceiling five meters above the ceiling by a summer "rabbit kicking eagle" lying on the ground, and the ceiling was suddenly blasted out of a big hole, and Steve also rolled down to the upper layer and disappeared.

Indiscriminate fighting is also divided, if ordinary people can still be confined to the ring, then these two peak fighters with explosive physical fitness will fight at the level of heaven and earth.

Summer closed his eyes, picked up the barbell on the side, hit his right hand up and down, the barbell piece fell to the floor with a "clang", and Summer took the lonely horizontal bar and threw it out like throwing a javelin.

Almost at the same time, another part of the ceiling cracked, and Steve's body slammed down against the crossbar, and with one hand he clenched the crossbar by the way, and his body flipped in the air with a clever flip, and flung it back against the direction of summer. Steve's body also stayed in mid-air for a short time because of the upward force of the horizontal bar.

Summer's body moved back 10 centimeters, and the horizontal bar was deeply diagonally inserted into the floor in front of him, and Summer stepped on the horizontal bar and jumped up, and the two strong and heavy bodies collided, shattering the ceiling again, and disappearing into the previous floor.

Coulson smacked his lips, listening carefully to the sound of "whooping" from the upper floor, his eyes kept moving, there was a crisp sound, the ceiling in the distance shattered, and Steve stepped on Summer's body and fell heavily.

Summer in mid-air clenched Steve's ankle and threw it down with a spin, but he didn't want to be caught by Steve's ankle, and in a short distance, he didn't have time to make any movements, boom! The two of them slammed their bodies on the floor on their sides, and there was another sound of the floor cracking......

"Heh... Scold...... Ahem......" Steve grimaced, curled up, breathing heavily, "this move... What do you think? ”

Contrary to Steve's expectations, a summer with a strong attitude, but this time there was no response, did he admit defeat?

Steve struggled to stand up, and when he looked around, he saw Summer lying in the broken floor, silently looking at the ceiling.

"Throw in the towel?" Steve spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled with difficulty.

"Quite the opposite." Summer blinked, and all that was left in his heart was emotion, just now, he heard the system prompt.

"Ding!

Fighting Master Skill Level +1.

Current level 7. ”