Chapter 50 New Features of [Imaginary Enemy]

"No changes?"

Lu Yuan carefully read the [Fighter] occupation panel, and found that there were no new skills.

There was no information prompt.

"But I felt that I had realized something with that punch..."

While Lu Yuan was puzzled, a taxi stopped in front of him with a "creak".

The window rolled down, and the taxi driver in the car stuck half of his head out.

"Do you want to go?"

"Let's go."

Lu Yuan opened the door and got in.

Mossa Fighting Club is too far from his home. It takes 20 minutes to drive normally, and it takes at least an hour for him to walk back.

Tonight's game is late, it's almost ten o'clock now, and the bus has stopped running.

The car started.

The air conditioner is not turned on in the car, but the car window is open at this time of night, and the night wind blows in from outside, so it's not very hot.

Lu Yuan is still thinking about the punch just now.

He punched subconsciously, trying to find the feeling of throwing that punch on the ring again.

"Hu——Hu——"

A 250-kilogram punch with 12-point strength was thrown in the small car.

Lu Yuan controlled the distance of his punches.

Although each punch was thrown at the back of the front seat, none of them really hit.

But even so, the sound of the punch tearing through the air still caused the taxi driver in the front seat to look up at the rearview mirror.

"Hey, little brother!"

After driving for five or six minutes, the taxi driver couldn't help it.

"Be careful, my backrest is not strong, I will break it later..."

"It's okay, I won't touch it."

"It's a lot of noise, why don't you wait until you get off the car to practice?"

"....Okay."

Lu Yuan had to put down his fist.

In fact, he punched so many times in a row, but nothing happened.

Lu Yuan didn't give up, and said to the taxi driver, "Master, call me when you get there, I'll take a nap."

Then he closed his eyes and entered the consciousness space.

"【Imaginary enemy】, start!"

Empty venue.

On the huge ring, a tall young man wearing a raccoon mask stood quietly.

The big screens on all four sides of the venue were dark, without a single spectator, and it seemed extremely quiet.

Lu Yuan looked around, then leaned down and touched the ring floor under his feet.

It felt like the scene had become a little more real.

Apart from that, there was no major change.

This was far from the expected lv2 [Imaginary Enemy] effect, and he was a little disappointed.

But Lu Yuan didn't care about this now.

He just wanted to regain the feeling of the punch he had thrown on the ring before, and try to see if he could reproduce it a second time.

"Huh——"

Lu Yuan took off the mask on his face and threw it on the ground with a "click".

He took a deep breath, looked at the raccoon man in front of him, and gently twisted his neck.

"Come on...you waste."

As usual, he started with a mouth cannon and ridiculed, angered his opponent, and triggered his full strength form.

The raccoon man really reacted to Lu Yuan's words.

The calm eyes under the mask fluctuated.

Then, with a "bang", there was a crisp sound under his feet, and the whole person rushed towards Lu Yuan at a speed far beyond reality.

"Hu——"

The thick long legs broke through the air and kicked straight at Lu Yuan's face.

A leg shadow quickly enlarged in Lu Yuan's eyes, and his right foot subconsciously moved.

But it quickly retracted.

"This time... just use your fist."

"Bang!"

Five minutes later.

Lu Yuan slowly retracted his right fist expressionlessly.

The blond man in front of him knelt in front of him, and the raccoon mask on his face had already been shattered.

There was still a fragment deeply embedded in the flesh and bones at the center of his forehead.

The spirit in his eyes quickly disappeared, his upper body shook slightly, and then "bang" fell heavily at Lu Yuan's feet.

"No, it's not this punch... Is it the wrong way to exert force?"

Lu Yuan pondered and slowly exited the consciousness space.

The taxi was still moving. The taxi driver started to make a phone call at some point. He spoke a dialect from the rural areas around Jiaoyan, which Lu Yuan could not understand.

"Try again."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes again.

The same consciousness space, the same opponent.

This time he switched back to using his leg skills and defeated the raccoon man at a faster speed.

He tried to completely reproduce the battle at that time.

But he still could not catch that flash of inspiration again.

"I remember that when I threw that punch, there seemed to be a sound of a crane's cry in my ears..."

"If I don't trigger the passive of [Flash of Inspiration], can I really not reproduce that crane's cry punch again?"

Lu Yuan thought about it and entered the consciousness space for the third time.

This time he changed [Imaginary Enemy] and replaced the opponent with Lin Zhiqin.

"Try to feel it again."

The corridor on the second floor of the martial arts hall.

Lu Yuan didn't say much.

He kicked the door directly.

The more than 200 kilograms of leg force directly kicked the entire door panel away.

He strode in.

Lin Zhiqin, who was standing in front of the coffee table, was slowly putting out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray.

"You are called Lin Zhiqin, right?!......"

Lu Yuan pointed at Lin Zhiqin and said "arrogantly".

Before he finished his provocative words, Lin Zhiqin, who was standing in front of the coffee table, suddenly disappeared.

"Here he comes!"

Lu Yuan's heart tightened, and a familiar feeling of creepiness arose from the bottom of his heart.

If nothing unexpected happens.

The next second.

Or the next second.

He would be punched on the forehead by Lin Zhiqin and "died tragically on the spot."

But Lu Yuan didn't want it to end so soon this time.

When the light in his pupils caught Lin Zhiqin's extremely cold face again, he couldn't help but enlarge his fists.

Lu Yuan tried to retreat backwards and get out of the battlefield. Even if he could survive for one more second, it would be good.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body seemed to be enveloped by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't even move a little.

"Damn it!"

Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and forced himself to open his eyes wide, staring at the enlarging fist.

A voice shouted in my heart.

"Slow down! Slow down! I want to see more clearly!..."

result......

The oncoming fist seemed to really slow down.

"Well......."

Lu Yuan blinked in confusion.

Suddenly I found that I seemed to be able to move again.

Taking two steps forward, he found that Lin Zhiqin maintained his punching posture and actually stood still.

It was like being hit by some acupuncture technique in a martial arts novel, completely stuck in a freeze-frame state.

"what happened?"

Lu Yuan was a little confused.

But he quickly reacted suddenly.

"I know, this is the new effect of lv2 [Imagine Enemy]!"

Suddenly the journey was like discovering a new world.

He originally thought that the [Imagine Enemy] would remain unchanged after the upgrade, but he did not expect that the real changes were hidden here.

"Slow down, speed up, go forward or even go backwards..."

Lu Yuan explored the new features unlocked after upgrading the [Imagine Enemy].

Lin Zhiqin in front of him followed his instructions sometimes as slowly as a turtle crawling, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes with his fists closed and sitting down, sometimes with his hands raised to stand up...

Lu Yuan felt like he had a remote control in his hand that could control other people's lives, and he couldn't help but enjoy it.

"interesting!"

He kept asking Lin Zhiqin to repeat the punching action.

He even roughly pulled off Lin Zhiqin's clothes in order to observe the strength of the opponent's arm muscles.

Let Lin Zhiqin stand shirtless in the office.

The atmosphere in the office also became depressing little by little, as Lin Zhiqin continued to accumulate anger and resentment.

Fortunately, the momentum contained in Lin Zhiqin's punch would only burst out when he was moving.

"It's like analyzing and observing the composition of this punch under a microscope. It's impossible to do it in the real world..."

Lu Yuan's eyes were bright and full of surprise.

I accidentally let go of the "pause" button.

After being played with as a toy for a long time, Lin Zhiqin's resentment reached its peak, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he punched Lu Yuan squarely on the forehead...

"Why!"

"boom!"

Lu Yuan felt his head hit hard on a soft cushion.

Eyes snapped open.

I found that the taxi driver had stepped on the emergency brake without knowing when and had stopped the car.

"Grass!"

The taxi driver sitting in the cab pressed his hands on the steering wheel with a look of shock on his face and muttered.

"What the hell, it's so big and it suddenly jumped past in front of you.

I almost bumped into it and scared me! "

"Um?!"

When Lu Yuan heard this, his expression moved.