Djinn starting from Marvel

The training ground on the outskirts of New York City is a venue opened by Kingpin. It is classified according to different needs. The area where Rogers and Vandal are located is the hand-to-hand combat area.

Because the main purpose here is to provide a warm-up and preview place for players who are preparing to enter the Black Soul game world, the area is not small.

It is a training ground with a length and width of about 100 meters, which should be enough for unarmed combat.

Fandral took off all his equipment, revealing his strong body, and wrapped bandages on his hands to get ready.

Rogers on the other side is dressed similarly to his usual outfit. The only difference is that he doesn't have his shield this time.

Saul and others stood at the edge of the field. After both sides were ready, Saul raised his hands, "Three, two, one, start!"

As soon as the fight started, Fandal rushed directly towards Rogers, and in just five or six seconds, he was in front of Rogers from the right edge.

Rogers put his hands on his chest and immediately began to bunt after Vandal broke into the attack range.

The rhythm of close combat is more important than anything else. Being able to master the rhythm means that victory is not far away.

The sound of fighting resounded throughout the battlefield.

Dao Feng frowned as he watched from the side. With his fighting experience, he couldn't tell which of the two people in the field had the upper hand.

By chance, Jane, who came to join in the fun, touched Sol and asked, "Are they evenly matched?"

Thor shook his head, "Fandral gained the advantage, but not by technique, but by bone hardness and physical advantages."

"Ah?" Jane opened her eyes wide. She only saw the fists and shadows of the two people interlacing, attacking and defending each other, and she didn't see the point of what Sol said at all.

"You don't need to look at the specific situation of their match, just feel the rhythm. At the beginning, Rogers' offensive and defensive rhythm was very stable, but now, Rogers' rhythm is a bit messy. When it is time to attack, the offense is not in place, so he can only forcefully switch to Defense.”

Sol pointed to Rogers in the field and explained to Jian.

The actual battle situation was just as Saul said. Rogers in the field felt that his hands were numb.

Fandral's pure strength without using energy is similar to Rogers, but the physical quality in all aspects is very different. As the three warriors of Asgard, Fandral's ability to resist blows far exceeds that of Rogers.

no! If you keep fighting like this, you will definitely lose!

Rogers dodged a jab from Fandal and took several steps back.

Fandral calmed down slightly and did not continue to attack. He also understood the problem. Winning like this would feel a bit overwhelming. The competition was about skills, not who was stronger.

"Are there any restrictions on moves in fighting?" Rogers waved his hands and asked loudly.

"No, inserting eyes, lifting vaginal legs, whatever you can do is fine." Fandral replied. They were a little too polite just now, and they didn't say hello to the lower third party.

"okay, I get it."

Rogers breathed out and was about to show off his real skills. It just so happened that there were many martial arts and fighting skills on earth that were suitable for the weak to defeat the strong.

After all, the original purpose of martial arts is to allow the physically weak to defeat the strong.

Rogers took the initiative to move forward, and after Vandal's attack, he punched directly with his shoulder. His hands were intertwined inside and outside, blocking Vandal's elbow joint, and turned in the opposite direction.

There was a clear click, and Fandral frowned, kicked Rogers away, and shook his hand. The joints were rotated, and there was a slight pain.

This is one of the coping methods Rogers came up with, joint technique.

Your bones are harder than mine, and your joints can never be harder than mine. One injury for another injury is absolutely not a loss. Even if you seize the opportunity and control the main joints, you can win with one blow.

Thor's eyes lit up. This move was a bit new to most Asgardians. No one in Asgard had ever put much effort into this kind of thing.

Because for Asgardians, there is no need at all. The cost of practice is high and the price-performance ratio is low.

After two consecutive collisions, Fandal roughly understood what Rogers wanted to do and strengthened the protection of his joint positions.

When Rogers repeated his old tricks, Fandal suddenly changed his moves. While sideways dodging the grab, he slashed at Rogers' back with a machete hand.

Rogers bent over, hooked his left foot, and then used this fulcrum to turn his body half a circle on Fandral. Then he exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and then with a downward swing of force, he directly threw Fandral away.

Fandral put his hand on the ground to steady his body, "What move is this?"

"Jiu Ji, a move I researched myself." Rogers said with a smile. He is proficient in many kinds of martial arts. The throw just now had shadows of various martial arts, but it is really not exactly the same. It can be said that he created it himself. It's not a big statement.

"It's interesting..." Fandral muttered, and he really became serious.

Opposite Fandral, seeing that joint techniques and jujitsu were working well, Rogers had an idea in his mind that he could try combining them.

Next, everyone present saw a strange situation. Rogers did not launch an active attack on Fandal at all, and frantically looked for various opportunities to restrict Fandal's movements, making him extremely uncomfortable.

It's like a lock, stuck in Fandal's various playing points, preventing him from scoring three points despite his full strength.

After being defeated many times in a row, Fandral did not think of a way to crack it. Instead, he was a little confused and exposed a flaw.

Rogers immediately rushed forward, clasped Fandal's legs with both hands, and locked his legs directly around Fandal's neck. He turned around and knocked Fandal to the ground.

After a period of confusion, Rogers and Fandral overlapped, with every part touching each other. Rogers successfully locked Fandral completely.

And because Fandral doesn't understand this locking technique at all, Rogers can affect far more important joints than Fandral can protect.

Squeaking and squeaking, Fandral was gradually stuck in a U-shape. The joints all over his body were ringing, the veins on his head were bulging, his breathing was not smooth, and everything hurt.

"What is this!" Thor was surprised. This was the first time he had seen this kind of trick, and he couldn't figure out how to break it without exploding energy.

Fandral, who was getting more and more uncomfortable, couldn't hold it in any longer. A force exploded from his body, and Rogers' legs that had locked his hands bounced away. Then he turned over and punched.

"Fandral!" Thor shouted.

Fandal quickly braked and his fist stopped in front of Rogers' forearm.

"I'm sorry, I committed a foul. I lost." Fandral, who calmed down, retracted his fist, lowered his head and sighed.

"It's okay. This rule is too advantageous for me. If you don't mind, actually, I want to try an unrestricted battle under normal circumstances." Rogers stood up and said.

"Are you serious?" Fandral asked with a frown.

Rogers took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and adjusted his body to an unusually harmonious state. A majestic force stirred up the dust.

After staying in the Bermuda Triangle base for so long, being frightened by ghosts controlled by Ethan, discussing the power of magnetic fields with Dr. Banner, and studying martial arts books borrowed from the Dragon Kingdom, Rogers gradually found a power of his own.

In the dark web, this power is identified as absolute domain power.

A power that transcends the limitations of one's own body may not be as universal as the power of a magnetic field, but it is also a way to tap into the deep power of the body.

Call ~

Rogers opened his eyes, and abundant strength filled his body. His physical fitness improved in all aspects, and the biggest improvement was his nerve reflex speed.

Fandal looked at Rogers like this and became interested. Before Rogers entered this state, he didn't feel any energy response from Rogers at all. Judging from this, this kind of power also has merits.

"Blade, my shield." Rogers shouted.

Blade picked up the shield at his feet and threw it hard. The shield drew an arc in the air and fell into Rogers' hands.

Thor also threw Fandral's sword. After getting the sword, Fandral's temperament was completely different from before. It was extremely sharp, as if he was a sword himself.

When a new fight was about to start, Thor touched the blade and said, "If they get hit on the head later, let's be careful to stop them and don't really cause trouble."

Blade nodded in understanding.

Then Thor pulled Wolstad, who had been watching the show, over and pressed him next to Jane, "I'll give you a task. Protect Jane. Don't let the aftermath of the battle affect her."

"Understood!" Volstagg said, patting his chest.

Shiv looked in other directions. Even watching a fight requires someone to protect him. What the hell, I definitely don’t agree with that.

"How about I hide for a while? It will save you trouble." Jane said a little embarrassed.

"No, don't worry. Volstagg is professional in protection, and this fight will be great to see." Thor said and turned his attention to the fighting arena.

Fandral raised his sword, swung it lightly, and a sword energy shot out. This was a test. If Rogers couldn't accept it, he should go back to his home as soon as possible and stop fighting.

With a move of Rogers' fingers, the shield turned sixty degrees, directly knocking the sword energy to the ground aside. The surface of the shield was still extremely smooth, with no trace at all.

The material of this shield is not a problem, let alone some sword energy.

"Up!"

Fandral reminded him, and rushed over with his sword in hand. The shadow of the sword instantly enveloped Rogers. During the sword energy, the dirt and sand were directly wrapped up.

After super-strengthening his nerve reaction speed, Rogers can still see these attacks clearly. The shield in his hand always appears in the right position, and the defense is watertight.

Even when Fandral was connecting with swordsmanship, Rogers slapped his shield upwards, deflecting the sword, and at the same time knocked Fandral flying with an uppercut.

Half Moon Cut!

Fandral's sword energy in the air was like the moon, forcing Rogers back, "Have you seen my swordsmanship before?"

"No." Rogers replied, that was purely the peeking effect brought about by the absolute domain power.

Fandral was a little depressed, what's the matter? He originally wanted to earn some face to come back, but he was afraid he would have to throw it out again.

Rogers didn't waste any time. He held up his shield and started to move forward little by little. When he got close to five or six meters, Rogers suddenly threw the shield in his hand violently.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the shield spun and flew towards Fandral.

Fandral held his sword across his chest, and with a bang, the shield hit the sword and flew back.

Rogers' right hand stayed on the trajectory of the shield flying back in advance. With a slight move, with the blessing of absolute domain power, the shield slid through a large angle and bounced towards Fandral again.

This blow was powerful and heavy.

Fandral lowered his body and blocked again. Several sparks exploded from the violent collision of the swords, and the shield popped out again.

Rogers accurately predicted, and the shield accelerated towards Fandral for the second time.

This time, Fandral changed his response method. While quickly moving to avoid it, he swung the long sword in his hand vigorously, and the sword energy of more than ten meters long swept through the air.

When the sword energy came, Rogers' absolute field opened to 100% and entered the explosive state. His body disappeared in a flash. When the shield was spinning in the air, a figure appeared on the trajectory. A little further, the shield rotated and flew out again. .

Fandral kept moving, and the sword energy in his hand continued to sweep towards Rogers. The key to this confrontation has become who hits the opponent first.

Rogers' afterimage kept appearing in the field, and each time he was able to avoid Fandral's sword energy. During this period, the speed of the shield was getting faster and faster, far exceeding the speed of sound. Fandral's reaction time was shortened to three minutes. Less than a second.

While moving around in a panic, Fandral was already a little confused about how to break this move.

However, the energy in Rogers' body is also fading rapidly, and super-speed movement is very taxing on the body. Moreover, as the speed of the shield becomes faster and faster, it becomes more difficult for Rogers to operate it.

"This is the final blow! Death Spin!"

Rogers appeared in mid-air. Logically speaking, the flight trajectory of the shield should not be so high. The current height already means that Rogers cannot control it.

The air on his fingers traced across the shield, and the shield circled Rogers twice before bursting out.

While Rogers was charging up, Fandral had already predicted that he would not be able to block this blow. The long sword rolled up the energy floating in the air, and the sunlight shining here dimmed a bit.

Asgardian swordsmanship, dazzling strikes!

A dazzling light flashed in the air.

When the light dimmed, Thor was already standing in front of Fandral. Rogers' shield was pressed against Thor's arm, pushing him back continuously.

Similarly, the blade has also appeared on Rogers' body, and the surging blood turned into tentacles, tightly entangled with the flying sword in the air.

After a second, the four of them stopped, their shields and swords stuck in the soil.

The entire site was completely out of shape. There were ravines everywhere that could kill someone and pits big enough to bury an adult.

Rogers sighed, "I lost."

If the shield hits Fandral, there is a high probability that Fandral will survive, but if the sword pierces his chest, it will be difficult to see whether he can survive.

"Let's call it a tie." Thor rubbed his wrist. This broken shield was made of something, but it was too hard, and it was difficult to be bounced away by lightning, so he had to force it.

"Well, let's call it a tie. I have a sharp weapon and I have a slight advantage in offense." Fandal said.

"I lost. The material of my shield is special. If I replaced it with an ordinary shield, I would have lost long ago." Rogers said at the same time.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, looked at each other and laughed.