My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Leslie made a gesture, with his left and right feet slightly staggered, one in front and one in back.

Hold the steel sword with both hands, raise it to your shoulders, lean forward slightly, and make an attacking posture.

Great momentum!

Wei Chen was more relaxed, holding the steel sword with both hands, keeping it at the waist and abdomen, with the tip of the sword slightly raised.

"I'm getting fucked, Uncle Eric."

Leslie gave a warning, then stepped forward to attack.

The practice steel swords used by Leslie and Wei Chen are somewhat different from real sharp blades, which will bite when collided.

The practice sword cannot do this because it is blunt.

So there are still some differences between the actual feel and the real blade.

Leslie attacks from the center line.

Wei Chen raised the steel sword and stuck to her sword.

"Clang clang!"

The two swords intersected, making a gorgeous collision sound.

A huge force came, almost knocking Wei Chen's sword out.

My body has been optimized by genes, and my strength and physical strength have far surpassed the peak of ordinary people, and I can't match the strength of little Leslie!

Wei Chen was taken aback.

The swords of the two slashed and collided with each other, and Leslie had the upper hand in terms of power control.

But in sword fights, the one who controls the situation is not necessarily the one with the strongest strength.

Leslie was overjoyed when he saw the steel swords clashing fiercely, and he controlled the center line to stick to the opponent.

Taking advantage of the victory to pursue, the blade cut across an elegant arc, posing at a strange angle, and stabbed at Wei Chen's hand.

At the same time, Wei Chen's steel sword was lowered, destroying his posture and making him unable to defend effectively.

In fencing, once the weak parts of the opponent are attacked, such as the hands and neck, it is considered the most effective killing. You can win directly.

Although he was wearing armor, once he stabbed Wei Chen's hand, the competition would end in Wei Chen's failure.

The mid-line crossing lost "control" and fell into a disadvantage, but Wei Chen calmly turned his wrist, pressed the blade on the opponent's steel sword, and dragged it forward along the blade.

The target was Leslie's face!

Both sides attack each other's weak points with their own attack methods.

During the ups and downs of the rabbit, Wei Chen's sword tip stabbed Leslie's face first.

"Pan!"

The tip of the steel sword struck Leslie's hood, making a crisp sound.

The victory and defeat have been divided!

"How... how?"

Leslie's eyes widened, obviously he controlled the center line, how could he fail?

Leslie was extremely depressed, with unwillingness and annoyance written all over his face.

Although losing to Uncle Eric wasn't a big deal, it was really... a bit uncomfortable.

I just need to be faster!

she thought.

"Leslie, our magical girl, do you know why you lost?"

Wei Chen took off his mask and asked Leslie.

"Maybe I'm not fast enough? Or I'm too careless. You should completely suppress Uncle Eric and prevent your hands from being able to move."

Leslie concludes.

"No, in fact, I believe your kendo teacher must have emphasized the importance of 'control' to you. When two sides exchange swords, once one side controls the situation, it means that you are stronger or you have more experience , in short you gain the initiative and control."

Wei Chen looked into Leslie's eyes, and continued, "Then, that's what I want to emphasize. If you have gained control, then stab him directly in the face, don't complicate it, just do it!"

"Am I supposed to stab your hand? Uncle Eric."

"Sword skills are killing skills, and they focus on the fastest and simplest methods. It is necessary to abandon all cumbersome and complicated moves and directly target the opponent's weaknesses.

One hit kill. "

Leslie held her chin with her right hand and listened carefully.

"And after you gained control, you actually made a juggling move. Although it was beautiful, it was useless. Instead, it wasted precious opportunities. If you stabbed me in the face cleanly, then I must be the loser. Leslie, do you understand?"

Leslie nodded heavily, "I see, Uncle Ariel, my movements are too complicated and fancy!"

"Good Girl!"

Leslie stepped forward and hugged Wei Chen's arm, the depression on his face was replaced by excitement, "Sure enough, Uncle Eric is the best!"

Being hugged tightly by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, Wei Chen felt a little overwhelmed, "Leslie, go and wipe your sweat, your body is covered with sticky sweat!"

"What! She is obviously fragrant!"

Leslie still used that coquettish expression to show off her cuteness. Although she is already a big girl.

Shameful cuteness!

Wei Chen felt that he had fallen a little bit, and he had no resistance to this kind of contrast.

 …

New York University Medical Center.

The invisible man lying on the hospital bed had no blood on his face, staring at the medicine in the infusion tube, drop by drop, falling into the regulator.

The air is gray, and the whole life feels meaningless.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Someone walks in.

The invisible man licked his dry lips and moved his eyes slightly.

It's the Homelander and Maeve from the Super Seven.

"Hey, how are you? Transparent man."

The motherland showed a concerned look.

But no matter how you look at that expression, it looks like a high-ranking sarcasm.

The invisible man didn't want to speak, so he turned his face away.

The tiger lady Maeve walked to the hospital bed and glanced at the invisible man whose buttocks were wrapped into meat dumplings, "We have to understand a hero whose chrysanthemum has just been damaged. blow."

Maeve made an understanding expression.

The man from the motherland made a half-smile expression, "But I heard that you stabbed the samurai sword into his ass?"

People from the motherland always show an expression with the corners of their mouths upturned, but you must not think that it means that he is in a happy mood, and sometimes it means that he is not in a good mood.

Maeve understands this well.

"Actually, it was just a small mechanism set up by the enemy, and unfortunately I acted as the trigger of the mechanism."

Maeve shrugged, "I was also hit by an ultrasonic bomb! I almost died. Strictly speaking, I am a victim who should be more concerned."

"Hey!"

The motherlander turned around and faced Maeve with a startled expression, "You never told me about this."

"I don't think we're that close."

Maeve looked at him with an intriguing expression.

"That hurt me because you used to talk to me about everything. We were boyfriend and girlfriend, weren't we? Even though it's a thing of the past, it's still closer than a co-worker relationship."

"Can we talk about something else? Like who was the villain who attacked me and the invisible man? What's his purpose?"

Maeve turns the conversation to the attacker.

After a while of silence.

"Ah......"

The motherlander suddenly showed a bright smile and pointed at Maeve, "Look, this is why I love you."