Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

"Weather forecast!"

The precision of weather forecasting is only E, but it can accurately manufacture a closed cloud space suit. Perhaps it cannot accurately control the target of the attack during a large-scale attack.

If you use clouds and electricity, ordinary people can see it. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the best way at this stage is to use wind.

Generally speaking, wind can form wind blades, violent winds, tornadoes, etc. as means of attack. If you attack at close range, you can also swing a fist with wind pressure. You can also use wind walls as defense.

So if you adjust the direction of the wind and accelerate it when attacking, can you speed up your attack?

After thinking about it, start experimenting.

Raise your right hand and make a fist. The wind gathers around the arm and rotates. When punching towards the boxing bag, the wind speed is increased to increase the attack power. You can strike in advance before contact.

With a sound of "Bang!", the boxing bag was shaking.

Fix the boxing bag, increase the wind speed, increase the rotation speed, and let the wind in front of the fist rotate.

One more punch!Just hammer a big hole in the boxing bag.

Pulling out his arm, Joyce was excited. The experiment was successful, but it was not easy to use on ordinary people. If the strength was not controlled well, it could easily pierce people's hearts.

Continue to experiment with various ways to control the wind, or directly control the avatar to carry out long-range strikes such as wind blades and cyclones.

I have a basic understanding of the small-scale attack methods of the wind system. Rain, thunder, lightning, and snow are temporarily inconvenient to use due to site factors.

I continued to train my body in close combat, and joined several clubs in college, so I still had a little foundation.

After hours of exercise, Joyce became more and more proficient in controlling her body.

Wiping the sweat from his head, he put his hands on his hips and looked at the messy gym. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He should be considered to have entered the initial stage of being an extraordinary person.

After cleaning up, I went back to the second floor to wash up, get into bed, lie down, and slowly fall asleep while looking at the ceiling.

...

Three days passed quickly. In addition to his daily work, Joyce was exercising in the gym. Occasionally Freya would come over to chat with him, which also added a touch of color to the ordinary life.

At five o'clock in the morning, Joyce got up on time for morning prayers.

After adjusting himself, he opened the door of the church, ate some breakfast outside, and then made himself a cup of tea.

Then he sat on a chair in the tea room, closed his eyes and rested, preparing to face his first challenge.

It was around nine o'clock. After dealing with the affairs of several believers who came to confess, Joyce, who had more sensitive senses, heard messy footsteps outside and the sound of objects dragging on the ground.

After moving his body a little, in order to avoid causing damage to the church, he got up and walked out the door.

Seeing a dozen gangsters in the distance walking towards this side laughing and joking, I couldn't help but tighten my fists.

Although I had a few fights when I was still studying, I had never had any contact with gangsters in society.

I saw the gangster leader Ivanovich carrying a baseball bat on his shoulder, walking forward with a carefree step, and said with a playful smile: "Dear Father Joestar, are you here to greet us so early? Today I am I brought a dozen brothers to confess, what do you think?"

After saying that, he turned back and pointed at the group of gangsters following behind.

Joyce looked at the gangster leader expressionlessly and said indifferently: "God once said that some people don't think about logical things like money. They cannot be bribed, intimidated, reasoned with, or negotiated. Some people just want to see the world burn."

While speaking, he slowly rolled up the sleeves of the priest's robe.

Ivanovich, who was still laughing at first, was stunned and a little confused. He really couldn't imagine when God said this sentence, and he didn't understand what it meant. He calmed down, turned to stare at Joyce and said seriously. : "Father, no one has dared to go against us in Hell's Kitchen for a long time."

"If you resist today and he resists tomorrow, how can we survive in Hell's Kitchen?" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised a baseball bat with his left hand and hit Joyce hard.

At the moment when the baseball bat was about to hit his head, Joyce grabbed the baseball bat firmly. Ivanovich pulled back with both hands, but was unable to break free. Then he turned around and yelled: "Come on, everyone!" Go ahead and break his dog...!" Before he could finish his words, Joyce kicked him in the stomach and flew more than two meters away, rolling three times on the ground.

Looking at the group of gangsters rushing toward him, Joyce retreated instead of advancing.

"Weather forecast!"

With a thought in his mind, a strong wind blew up to disturb the pace of the gangsters, and then formed an air current to cover him. He walked a few steps quickly, jumped up, turned around and kicked away a gangster who was rushing towards him.

After landing, he used the wind to start quickly, moving like a bolt of lightning through the crowd.

A punch hit a gangster on the bridge of the nose, blood immediately flowed out, and he let out a scream.

One-to-many fighting requires highly flexible mobile combat, and with the assistance of a substitute, one can move through the crowd very well.

"Kill this son of a bitch!" The people who were beaten yelled, swung the baseball bats in their hands, and hit Joyce hard.

"Bang!" The fist hit one of the baseball bats, and there was a loud noise. It broke and fell to the ground. At the same time, a force of energy was transmitted along the fist.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out from the mouth of the man holding half a baseball bat.

Joyce kept observing the gangsters around him for weaknesses, and would quickly seize the opportunity to attack whenever he saw an opening.

Although he knocked several people to the ground, in the end, the opponent was outnumbered.

I saw a baseball bat from the side hitting my head with great force. I didn't dodge in a hurry, and I didn't care about hiding my clumsiness. A substitute appeared and grabbed the bat firmly.

Ivanovich, who was still rubbing his belly on the ground and conducting remote control command in the distance, was startled when he saw this, and saw an obvious pause in the stick that his younger brother smashed down.

I couldn't help but shout, "Everyone, be careful, this kid is weird, come together!" Everyone heard the sound and moved towards Joyce.

At this time, Joyce's figure flashed and reappeared, punching one of the gangsters away, and hitting the other one with another fist.

Five or six people were eliminated in a flash. Joyce reached out and grabbed the shoulder of one of the gangsters, and pulled him forward. The gangster fell forward uncontrollably!Joyce's eyes flashed with fierceness, "Wind Pressure Fist!" He made a fist with his left hand and used the force of the wind to rush straight towards the chest of the flat-headed gangster.

With no time to dodge, the short-haired gangster had no choice but to cross his arms in front of him, and "Bang!" he punched the intersection of his arms.