The Collection of The End

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Normandy, connection program.

"Cough cough cough--"

Anderson slid down the wall of the martial arts hall, coughing dryly on the abdomen he was hit because of difficulty breathing.

"Neo, why are you holding your belly?" Morpheus copied his hands and walked over.

"Oh, why? Was it hit there?" Anderson asked questioningly.

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

"...Inch punch?" Anderson tried to use Jeet Kune Do to explain the strike just now.

"No, that's Octopus Fist," Murphys shook his head slightly: "After it hits the enemy's torso, it penetrates through the palm, starting from the heart, and smashing 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 belly.

"No, I didn't feel it at all," Anderson pressed his abdomen, "So you didn't hurt me before?"

"To be precise, you hurt yourself before," Murphys pointed to the surrounding martial arts hall wall: "This is not a'matrix'. We will not make [rules] for training venues that will cause the death of trainers. Although the pain simulation is turned on to improve the actual combat effect, it will be stuck at the limit of [lethal]. You will feel pain before, because you [thought] that you are attacked like that and then hit the wall, which will cause the corresponding consequences. "

"Because I've never been beaten to ‘gutted rupture’ and I don’t know what it feels like, so this kind of mortal attack will not be ‘simulated’?" Anderson guessed.

However, the internal organs are broken... I seem to know this feeling, and it seems that I don't have it. What is this...

"Actually because the previous blow did not cause internal organs to rupture," Murphys raised his mouth slightly: "You thought I was [joking] after hearing that sentence, so even the original ordinary injury [eliminated] Now, and this characteristic of [denial of reality] is the key to our fight against the matrix."

"So, if I have this quality--"

"You really are the savior, Neo."

"..."

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"call!"

"what!"

"Wow!"

Although Anderson understood the importance of learning fighting, the fighting skills he was "indoctrinated" had not yet been integrated, so the martial arts competition continued.

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

Although there are different genres of fighting, in the final analysis, they are all about attacking the enemy's body. During this process, oneself will also enter the opponent's attack range. At that time, the two sides will be in "strength", "speed", and "speed". Compete on the "technical".

"Strength" and "speed" have nothing to say. The greater the power and the faster the speed, the more advantageous it is. However, it is difficult for ordinary humans to completely suppress the same kind in these two attributes, so the competition of "technique" It seems particularly important.

Generally speaking, the attack method can be divided into the upper section, the middle section and the lower section according to the target position, and the specific methods are divided into striking techniques, catching and throwing techniques and counterattack techniques.

The striking technique restrains the shot technique, the shot technique restrains the defensive movement and counterattack technique, and the counterattack technique restrains the attack technique.

Each fighter knows these rules very well, so they cannot use obvious inferior moves to deal with the enemy's attack. So on this basis, broken moves, tricks and fake moves have appeared. These skills have risen to the psychological game. The fighters need to consider all the responses in close combat.

This is why Anderson was beaten badly at the beginning.

"Wow!" "Boom!"

For example, Anderson rushes forward with small steps, and then the whole person leaps into the air and kicks his feet towards Murphys. This is a blow technique aimed at the mid-range, and Murphys palms his elbows to block the flight. While kicking, grabbing his calf and throwing him to the wall of the martial arts gym is a perfect counterattack.

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

"This is a bit difficult," Anderson turned and jumped up, quickly approaching Murphys to continue attacking: "I only started learning fighting today, just imitating and using it, I have tried my best, and I have not yet broken or surpassed it. "

During the offensive and defensive transition, Anderson gradually felt handy and his movements became faster and faster. The movements of Murphys, who had been invisible, became gradually clear and able to be analyzed and predicted.

"You are too modest. This level is not something a beginner can achieve." After a dozen moves with Anderson, Morpheus retreated continuously and left the attack range: "However, haste is not enough. Let’s learn about fighting, let’s take a look at parkour."

Hum——

Following his words, 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 high-rise buildings suddenly rose up around them, and finally a building appeared at their feet. Its roof topped the two of them to the height of other buildings before stopping.

"Well, I still know about this kind of extreme sports," Anderson leaned down and looked down at the traffic that was as small as an ant. "Where is the goal?"

No wonder he asked, because even if ordinary parkour is carried out in high-rise buildings, the scheduled route will ensure that it is done with human fitness enough, and there is at least between the building under your feet and its nearest neighbor Thirty meters.

"Relax, it's basically impossible for people who take this test for the first time to pass," Murphys clapped his hands. "Let go of your consciousness and believe you can do it."

"Even if you say that, but to be specific—" Anderson was halfway through, and stopped just because he saw Morpheus' actions.

I saw the bald black man, who had changed back to the windbreaker and sunglasses, made a run up on the roof, and then jumped directly out of the gap in the roof.

The hunting windbreaker was like pitch-black wings, making Morpheus look like a big bird, but the bald head spoiled the impression.

Without the expected fall, Morpheus jumped out of a high parabola, and then landed steadily on the roof of another building. Anderson visually observed that the building was about 50 meters away from the roof under his feet. about.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Murphys called from a distance.

"You're kidding, the world record for run-up and long jump is nine meters!" Anderson responded loudly.

"But why should you care about the world record of a virtual world?" Morpheus replied also loudly.

"...Well, I can do it." Anderson was speechless, so he shook his shoulders, made two small jumps, charged towards the edge of the rooftop, and made a war roar as he took off: "Wow-da !"

Then he fell.

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