[Comprehensive Yingmei] Push the boss to do things

Washington, Hell's Kitchen, Wayne Enterprises branch interior.

"Don't run around, Leo, attack," Matthew Murdoch said as patiently as possible, "don't get distracted."

He swung another punch, Ba Dao dodged with a low body, Matthew judged the opponent's evasion trajectory and swept a leg, Ba Dao rolled on the ground and fled to the side.

"Attack? With fists? Seriously?" Ba Dao shouted after standing up, without the slightest awareness that he asked the other party to teach him to fight without weapons. "Fists are not the means of attack!"

He was always careful not to look at Matthew's face, because that would have strange effects.

For example, "heartbeat".

Matthew is too tempting, making Ba Dao constantly churning with dangerous thoughts.

"Fist is the last hole card." Matthew said.

Matthew tossed a few coins, deduced the location of Ba Dao from the echoes caused by the coins falling in the room, and attacked Ba Dao, beating Ba Dao without a knife and gun all over the ground.

Ba Dao occasionally attacked with his legs in between dodges, and was beaten so violently that he couldn't find time to fight back.

Ba Dao's attack method is legwork. Matthew can use both hands and legs, has a very high attack speed, and is very good at melee combat. He has a good grasp of rhythm, which can be said to have an overwhelming advantage.

"What's so good about fists!" Ba Dao hid in the well-equipped training room, "If you don't grasp it well, you will break your wrist!"

"That's a very low-level mistake, and only untrained people can do it," Matthew explained while chasing, and the flat and open training room allowed his senses to be used to the limit. "Your understanding of fists is only at the level of brute force , Leo."

"Isn't it just brute force!" Batman's iron fist is not a joke, Batao has been beaten for a whole year!

Ba Dao narrowly and dangerously blocked Matthew's straight punch, and then was caught off guard by the fists that came one after another and knocked him to the ground.

"The punches just now weren't very powerful." Matthew didn't pursue, and waited for Ba Dao to get up before continuing to punch and attack. "It doesn't take much effort to block my strength."

"Who can withstand such a fast frequency!" Ba Dao didn't even dare to try to block this time, and simply ran all over the field to evade, rolling or jumping up from time to time to dodge Matthew's endless attacks.

Matthew's attack frequency is changeable, and the methods are also varied. One second he is still punching heavily, the next second he is punching continuously at an extremely fast frequency, and when you are fully alert to his fists, he will A sudden sweep of a leg towards you caught you off guard.

"You need to catch the rhythm, Leo," Matthew stopped the attack and stood still, "repeat what I just did."

Ba Dao, who just got up after rolling, said, "..."

Repeat what Matthew did just now, and hit him with your fist?

Matthew is a disabled person. Although he is a vigilante with excellent skills and powerful combat capabilities, he is blind!With the face of Da Dao Da Dao!Is Ba Dao really worth it?

and……

Ba Dao looked down at his hands with a constipated face, and clenched his fists, feeling uncomfortable all over.

His hands were made for holding knives, and it would be strange not to hold anything in them!Such a pair of hands, a pair of hands that must be protected in the sword-handling battle to prevent being disarmed, need to be used as a means of attack without holding anything?

Reason tells him that as long as he learns and trains, he can do it like other people, but it is difficult for Ba Dao to overcome this hurdle.

Punching, using fists as the main source of damage means abandoning the fighting mode of using knives and breaking away from the fixed framework of "Badao".

Fists are not absent in the game. In the past, when Ba Dao was disarmed in the game, he could attack the enemy with a "long fist" that did little damage and could be used as a tickle.But tickling is really just tickling, which is equivalent to touching the opposite side.

But it is necessary to learn how to fight without weapons.

He tried his best to ignore his strange thoughts, clenched his hands into fists, and recalled Matthew's attack just now.

A quick left fist, followed by a right fist, and then a sudden increase in force with the left fist and another blow.

After calculating the force and angle that can achieve the maximum damage while bringing the least danger to himself, Ba Dao bit the bullet and prepared to attack.

"I'm here, Matt." Even though he knew the opponent was very powerful, Ba Dao still tried to launch an attack after reminding him first.

Then in the middle of the punch, Matthew grabbed his wrist and threw it over his shoulder.

The Ba knife was lying on the ground before it was released.

The wooden floor of the training room did not cause much damage to Ba Dao. He lay on the ground and did not want to wake up, immersed in the huge self-doubt brought about by the transformation.

The attack was resolved too easily and without a plan.

He has never been wronged like this!

"The force is too small, and the movement is too great," Matthew commented cruelly. "You need more variable attack frequency and faster reaction speed. You can't do nothing without a knife."

He almost said "you're just a crayon".

"... Seriously, Matt," Ba Dao reluctantly got up, "You must have some super powers other than super senses!"

For example, "Fist Blessing", a superpower that strengthens close combat.

"No, there isn't," Matthew denied, "but I believe that the only thing that will always be with me in the dead end is my fist."

"It sounds like there is such a thing..." Ba Dao squeezed his fists a few more times, "It's so difficult."

"That's because you think it's hard."

"I do not have!"

"You have."

"Well... even without a weapon, I can use kicks—"

"It's stupid to waste the attack method in your hand," Matthew said bluntly, "You can donate your useless hands to those in need."

Ba Dao looked at the "soft, cute and cute" blind little lawyer in disbelief, feeling hurt.

"...You've learned badly, Matt." He said aggrievedly.

"Learned from you, Leo," Matthew said, "Fist is the most basic way of attacking a person."

"Jio is the one!" Ba Dao immediately retorted and began to prepare to attack, "Jio's strength is three times that of the hand!"

"There are only so many things your feet can do," Matthew crossed his hands to block Ba Dao's kick after he finished speaking, and quickly reached out to grab his leg while Ba Dao withdrew his feet and took him down to the wooden floor. Bullying forward, his fist quickly reached the fallen Ba Dao's face, just a short distance away from his face, "Like this."

Ba Dao was lying on the ground, and the wind from Matthew's fist blew his hair, and he didn't move in a daze.

The fist stopped in front of his eyes, and he didn't know how Matthew, who was a blind man, estimated the position of Ba Dao Lian.In the eyes of Ba Dao, the fist that is close at hand and covered with scars has healed is solid and full, and beating someone must be very painful.Behind the fist is Matthew's sexy and seductive face that resembles Bruce. The light-colored eyes revealed by taking off the sunglasses for the convenience of fighting are innocent and innocent, which is simply attractive and criminal.

think……

No, stop thinking about it.

Ba Dao: "...Hmm."

Matthew: "..."

Matthew stood up and bent over to pull Ba Dao, who was trying to pretend that the ostrich would not punch, to continue a new round of practice.

Gotham City, Batcave.

Batman looked at photos of Matthew Murdoch and Bruce Wayne side by side for a long time.

"No, although the details are somewhat similar, you will never have the same face," said the Red Hood.

"Leo wouldn't lie about something like this, Little Wing," Nightwing retorted.

Robin frowned, and carefully observed the data given by Kyle for a long time before speaking: "This cannot change the fact that neither machines, AI nor human eyes can agree with Ba Dao's rhetoric."

Even the 3D facial modeling specially made by Kyle can only draw the conclusion of "similarity", which is far from "having the same face".

"But both mental pollution and Thea Quinn can agree with his statement." Red Robin raised doubts.

The little birds all looked at Batman with his back to them in front of the computer, trying to draw a conclusion.

However, there is no conclusion.

Batman gave up on such ambiguous matters for the time being.He closed the two photos displayed on the screen, and opened the new email from Ba Dao.

What filled the full screen of the email was a photo of the Vigilante Spider-Man, Peter Parker, who was recently updated by Ba Dao, 15 years old.

In an alley near dusk, a little spider wearing a hoodie and diving goggles looked up helplessly at the high place where he was shooting. Next to him was a schoolbag that was glued with spider silk and fell to the ground in a mess.He seemed to have just looked up and found the photographer, so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands. Under the mask, he must have panicked like a little puppy who just wanted to sneak out but was caught face to face.

The matching word is very short: want to raise.

Ye Yi: "...I want to too."

Red Hood glared at him, but the stare from under the hood didn't convey his master's meaning.

Robin observed critically, and reluctantly raised no questions.

Red Robin silently flipped through the photos in various positions and poses in Spider-Man's profile, and then stared at Ye Yi...'s buttocks.

So here comes the question, who has more hips, Little Spider or Nightwing?

Nightwing: "..."

Red Hood snorted like a sneer.

Should this laughter be interpreted as "You see, even a 15-year-old child can't compare to the group, Dicky Bird", or should it be interpreted as "You can show your buttocks to compare with others"?

"...Hey, Little Wing!" Ye Yi complained dissatisfied.

Robin frowned tightly. He looked at his elder brother with disgust, and then his gaze involuntarily slid to... Ye Yi's buttocks.

Red Robin was lost in thought.

"...Wait, are you really thinking about this kind of thing?" Ye Yi asked in disbelief.

He condemned and looked at his brothers one by one, and all the people who were seen looked away and did not look at him.

"...Oh, Grayson." Robin didn't know what to think of, so he said this.

Ah, it started again.Batman, who sat in front of the computer from beginning to end without looking back and without speaking, thought.

In a short time, the little birds changed from bullying the big brother together to the big red bird and the little green bird. The little red bird also joined the battle, and finally the innocent big blue bird was also involved. Everyone watched under the smiling eyes of Ah Fu They fought together, and the bat darts and other small props in the display cabinet and the Batmobile and other equipment on the lower floor were tragically affected.

Hey, my brain hurts.

Now Batman has become Buddhist enough to let the birds play by themselves. After all, he really doesn't have the energy to take care of this group of birds every time.

Afterwards, they just cleaned up the scene obediently under Ah Fu's watchful eyes.

Comparing this way, Ba Dao, who is very restrained and will not destroy the field no matter how you play, is really a little angel.

In addition to like to touch Batman's ears and challenge him repeatedly.

With the fighting sounds of the birds as the background sound, Batman replied for the first time to the message sent by Ba Dao: Yang.

Then, under Ah Fu's kind gaze, he added: Remember to come back after New York.

Ah Fu served today's cookies with satisfaction.