The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"What's that for?" Although the sturdy soldier felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, he still asked bravely.

"Speed ​​is important, but accuracy and stability are even more important." After Hayabusa finished saying this, he ignored the soldiers and continued his actions.

Hayabusa's attainments in swordsmanship are getting higher and higher. He no longer only pursues speed as he did at the beginning. Now, he pursues accuracy and stability more.

He tried to make the frequency of each sword draw exactly the same, so as to accurately calculate the attack speed of his starting hand.

Zero error, this was his goal, but for every ten swords he fired, one was always 005 seconds slower or faster.

This is an error that ordinary people cannot see clearly, but Hayabusa can see it clearly now.

It's not that he's more proficient in swordsmanship, but that the Extremis virus has improved his reflexes and made his vision sharper.

With a swish, the three standing bamboo sticks in front of him were cut into six sections by a sword. The fractures were silent, which showed that his sword was approaching a certain level, which was the level of the sword god.

"Good! What an invincible sword!" The sturdy soldier praised loudly. He neither saw clearly how Hayabusa drew the sword nor how the bamboo stick was cut into six pieces. He only saw the previously good bamboo. The stick was now lying on the ground in six pieces.

"Invincible?" Hayabusa frowned, and a trace of sadness suddenly flashed across his face.

"What's the matter, brother?" the stout soldier asked.

Hayabusa sighed, "No matter how high my swordsmanship improves, it will still be limited. How can those who are stronger than me be able to surpass them overnight?"

"Yes, do you mean the boss?" the sturdy soldier asked.

"It's Roman Dai. He is an enemy I met in the alien world. I can't even hurt a hair on his face." Hayabusa said.

"That's really impressive." The sturdy soldier pursed his lips and said.

Just when the sturdy soldier finished speaking, Hayabusa suddenly covered his head and knelt on the ground. Then he closed his eyelids and lay on the ground, motionless.

All this happened so suddenly that the sturdy soldier was taken aback.

"Hello? What's the matter with you?"

No one answered.

The strong soldier came to Hayabusa, squatted down and turned Hayabusa over with his hands. He saw that Hayabusa had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He used his hand to explore Hayabusa's nose. His breathing was slightly thin, but he was still breathing, which meant that Hayabusa was still alive.

"Hey! Wake up!" The soldier shook Falcon Dragon's body. After shaking for a few seconds, Falcon Dragon still didn't open his eyes.

"I'm going, I'm the only one here. If something goes wrong with him, the responsibility will be on me. It won't be good if I become the object of suspicion."

After the soldier finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to leave, but saw a man standing in front of him. The man was young, with short yellow and black hair, pale face, wearing a white research uniform, and holding a white sniper gun in his hand.

This man was none other than Leo Fitz, who was supposed to be in the scientific research area.

"What happened to him?" Fitz asked.

"What, what's wrong?" The soldier hadn't figured out how to answer.

"Why did he fall?" Fitz asked, "Did you do it?"

"No, no! How could it be me? He was right here and suddenly collapsed!" The soldier had a look of panic on his face.

"If you didn't do it, why are you sweating?" Fitz pointed to a drop of sweat on the soldier's forehead.

"Because I'm the only one here, and I'm afraid you'll think it's me who did it. Besides, it's normal to sweat in the fighting area!" the soldier argued, "You, what about you? You also appeared alone. Here! If you tell this matter, we won’t be able to get away with it!”

At this time, Simmons walked out of the blind spot. She stared at the soldiers, "We just came to the combat area to do some exercise and strengthen our bodies, but we saw such an unexpected scene. Do you still want to quibble?"

"No, it's not me!" The sturdy soldier raised his hand and said, "I have nothing in my hand, just a pair of fists. Look, how could it be me."

"You knocked him unconscious," Simmons said.

"No, me, how can I beat him? He is holding a sword, and I am using my bare hands."

"Stop trying to quibble," Fitz said. "We saw you doing bad things."