"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the ring inside Fogwell's gym, Peter and Matt's training has begun. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's the most parry training they usually do. Specifically, Peter needs to block Matt's attacks one by one in the fastest and least effortless way.

And this is not like the feeding training on that video, which has been rehearsed many times in advance. Matt didn't show mercy in this regard. The speed and frequency of his shots is no slower than he is in actual combat. In the beginning, Peter would get a dozen punches a day. Although Matt had regained a lot of strength, it was still quite painful.

As usual, Matt controlled the speed of his shots in the first three or four moves, and when Peter was almost used to the rhythm, his speed began to pick up gradually.

Lightning unleashed three hooks in quick succession, but Matt's attack was blocked by Peter without moving. With only a slight movement of the arms in front of him, he could easily block most frontal attacks.

"Yes, that's it! Relax and make sure your body is ready to respond to any attack! ”

After a few more punches to no avail, Matt changed his pace. He feinted and threw a quick two steps to the side and went around Peter's side, a knife slashing at the back of his neck. Peter's left arm stretched out and drew a semicircle in mid-air, pulling Matt's hand away. And the next moment, Peter's fist swung straight up.

This is clearly not the content of parry training anymore.

"Good, good!" Matt was not surprised and laughed. Peter's punch was caught in his hand, and before he could do anything, Peter's foot stepped out, trying to hook and trip Matt.

Matt's response was simple, he let go of the hand that was holding Peter, and took a step back himself, allowing Peter's blow to miss. This also caused a brief gap between his movements, and Peter took advantage of the gap to throw two consecutive punches with both arms, both of which were blocked by Matt. Instead of taking advantage of the momentum, Peter took two steps back and raised his arms in front of him again.

"Good job, that's the end of today's training." Matt nodded approvingly, and Peter, who heard this, breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his raised fists.

Although it was just a discussion, in the first few back and forth, Peter and Matt obviously did not spare the slightest hand. Each of their attacks brought a violent wind, and even if they were punched by the other party, they would probably leave a lot of injuries. In a battle at this intensity, the physical exertion is quite high, but the mental exertion is much higher than that. It is not easy to carefully observe every move before your opponent makes a move, and to decide in a split second how you want to react to that move. A true master has to let his body react subconsciously during a long period of training. However, Peter has a plug-in that allows him to skip this paragraph directly.

However, while Peter's passive foresight gives him an edge in this regard, Matt is still able to suppress him in this regard. This made Peter a little embarrassed.

The gap between the two can be illustrated by just one example. Matt's reason for daring to go all out was that he was confident that he would retract most of his strength the moment he hit Peter. And the reason why Peter dared to go all out was simple, he knew that he would definitely not be able to hit Matt...

But even so, Peter was much better than he had been a month earlier. At that time, he had no power, but he didn't know how to use it. It's like a child with a pistol, maybe he is indeed dangerous, and he also has a certain threat ability to ordinary people, but in front of a real master, his proud power is simply full of holes.

And now Peter, under Matt's tutelage, has begun to master the basic skills in martial arts. How to use punches, what kind of attacks to block and dodge. Peter had already mastered the basic theories, and all that was needed now was more practice. And when this step is completed, he can start to march towards more advanced theories and moves.

With just the passive perception of the Force and his own fighting skills, Peter now has no problem holding on to Matt's hands a few times. If he can use the active abilities of the Force, he will be able to fight with Matt in a short period of time, and even have the upper hand. But Peter was now reluctant to actively use the Force too much. Whenever he came into contact with the Force Ocean, its dark side also touched Peter's psychic power, trying to seep in.

Although it understands that the price of using it is one's own sanity, it always exudes a sense of deadly allure. And the intensity of this temptation increases with the amount of Force he uses.

Even with his passive ability to foresee and heal, the Dark Force's mental contamination remained in his mind, making him more emotional. The only way to eliminate it is to say that you have completely severed your connection with the Force. Peter didn't try it, and he didn't dare to experiment with his abilities. If something really goes wrong, I'm afraid there is no one in the world who can help him.

Now Peter is still in the groping stage, and he can only take it carefully step by step until he has accumulated enough experience.

"You shot again last week? I saw it on the news. Matt, wiping his sweat, sat down next to Peter, who was still in deep thought. Peter nodded silently, but Matt looked a little dissatisfied with the answer.

"We've agreed that you can't fight until you're in full control of your abilities." Matt's voice was a little heavy. "Your current stability is too low, and it's easy to be in a state where you can't hold your hand. And if you get into that grumpy state, the likelihood is multiplied. ”

"I know, I know." Peter squeezed out a slight smile, looking a little downcast. "But I always feel that when I encounter this kind of thing, I obviously have the ability but I don't care about it."

"Your involvement adds so much risk for no apparent reason. You're a precarious weapon at best, and you're not a full-fledged law enforcement officer. Once things get out of control, the damage you do will be far greater than what you have done. Leaving aside the possibility of harming the innocent, the lives of criminals are still lives, and it is still wrong to kill them. ”

"If you can guarantee that those wicked people can't do evil again in the future, isn't this just a disguised protection for the people they may hurt in the future?" Peter asked rhetorically, blurting out his own thoughts. Matt hesitated for a moment before giving his answer.

"But you also rob them of the possibility of doing good in the future. You are not qualified to make this decision for him. Remember, your purpose is to protect the good, not to be an arbiter of punishment. The difference between these two is huge, and you have to figure it out. You should have more trust in our justice system and the police. ”

Peter couldn't help but think of the hour-long delay of the police that night, and sighed. "The problem is, based on their performance, it's a little hard for me to trust them."

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At the police department's headquarters in Manhattan, New York City, George Murphy. Stacy clenched her fists. Looking at Director Paddington, who was talking at length in front of him, a wave of anger rose from George's heart.

So that's what you answered me? I've been doing this for more than 20 years, and now you want to put me at the airport and be a patrol cop for dinner? George gritted his teeth and squeezed out the sentence, and Director Paddington, who was in front of him, moved his fat ass unnaturally in his chair, apparently not knowing how to answer the question.

"Sheriff Stacy, that's not what I said." The director, who looked a little embarrassed on his face, began to play haha. "Your salary and authority haven't changed, have they? Although this time it is a little farther away, but we have to obey the above arrangement after all, right? Besides, what's so bad about being quiet at work? You are a family man, and you have been working here for so many years, there is no need to risk your life. ”

"But I'm happy to fight that way!" George replied unconvinced, and Director Paddington was speechless.

In fact, to be honest, George has accepted this fact in his heart. The appointment made from above is not something that can be changed by a little tantrum on his part here. In fact, Paddington's willingness to talk to him has already given him a lot of face.

"George, you have to understand us—" Paddington finally reluctantly revealed a little information. Some of your previous actions have put you in an awkward position. Maybe you don't know it yet, but on the whole, you may have done us a favor. It's for your own good to move you a little farther away this time. ”

"Got it, I got it." George looked at the table in disbelief, then looked up again. Looking at the colleague in front of him who had been working with him for many years, he didn't know how to say the complicated feelings in his heart for a while. He stood up abruptly and gathered up his things.

Paddington also stood up and walked in front of George. A rather hard hug came and Paddington slapped George twice on the back.

"Pay attention, it's good to divide An'an." Paddington said meaningfully, and George sighed a little.

"Good luck, John." In the end, he had to say goodbye to his old friend like this.