Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 121 Meeting old friends
  Tyrana's self-confidence, which had grown simultaneously due to his crazy rise in strength, actually encountered a setback in a completely unexpected place.

When he removed all the enhancements and was easily put down to the ground by Danny for the fifth time, he could even clearly hear Clint's chuckles from the side.

Peter, who was also watching, didn't understand why Clint smiled so exaggeratedly.

"You don't understand. You haven't been severely beaten by him in any project where you are confident."

Clint seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "I almost thought Terry was almost omnipotent!"

Even Danny couldn't help it anymore, and with a confused look on his face, he reached out and pulled Terry up who was lying on the ground and groaning.

"Strange, your talent is so strange."

Terry rubbed his sore shoulders and grinned: "What's weird?"

"Your swordsmanship is indeed very good, but it stands to reason that there are similarities between close combat and weapon combat."

Danny spoke slowly, as if he was thinking about how to phrase his words in a way that wouldn't hurt Terry's pride.

As long as it is a weapon supported in the pixel game, Terry is a natural user of top-tier talents.

Clint rolled his eyes.

In other words, Terry can basically use some of the special weapons in that game in a decent way, such as darts, hidden weapons, spears and whips.

shit!

He is a false weapons master.

Only in hand-to-hand combat, Terry can only show his original appearance.

Terry moved his shoulders angrily, his eyes were sad, and he looked up to the sky and sighed.

Or rather, the talent he possesses probably corresponds to the five professions in that pixel game!
  No wonder Jacques and Clint said that his swordsmanship talent was incredible, and Mayfair also believed that his magic talent could climb to the top of the world.

"and many more!"

Terry suddenly thought of something.

He finally knew where his so-called super swordsmanship talent came from.

Melee, Mage, Marksman, Summon, Rogue!
  No one is left empty-handed.

"Perhaps if you simply describe it as horrific, it would be a more accurate description!"

"But your talent is completely divided. Except when you use palm skills, there is a shadow of swordsmanship attached to it. It really surprised me at the time and made me think that your melee talent was equally outstanding.

Once you get rid of the influence of swordsmanship, your... spirituality in boxing, kicking, and joint skills will be somewhat poor. "

Danny pursed his lips, struggled for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

Yes, Terry's melee talent is terrible.

It was actually given by superpowers.

"You can find a more suitable modifier! Danny!"

Clint smiled even more wildly, and clapped while helping to supplement.

He repositioned himself, then made fists with both hands, and then slowly opened them, keeping a certain curvature of his knuckles.

"Now try again, my melee talent?"

Danny was a little helpless, but he still cooperated with the same posture, thinking that he should hold back some strength later to avoid injuring Terry again.

As a result, this time, the two of them had only reached the third move when Danny was hit by Terry's extremely fast and violent hem, which tore the training uniform on his chest.

If Danny hadn't dodged in time, he might have gotten a few scratches on his chest.

"Is this...claw skill?"

Danny touched his chest in disbelief, as if he couldn't understand how Terry, whose spirituality dropped drastically after giving up his sword attack, could deliver such a clever and violent blow.

However, Danny never dwelled on unanswered questions for too long.

"Sure enough, your fighting talent is really weird."

Terry also loosened his claws, laughed and scratched his head: "That's about it. I've figured out what to do when I don't have a weapon. In fact, it's not bad. As long as I don't make a fist, my martial arts skills will be better." It won’t be particularly bad.”

As Terry stepped back, Peter, wearing a loose black training suit, came forward with an excited look on his face.     “Is it my turn?”

Terry, who stepped down from the stage, smiled and walked towards Clint, who had just laughed at him.

Clint originally wanted to avoid it, but suddenly remembered that he was wearing nothing but standard training clothes, and he suddenly became hardened again.

"What are you doing!"

"It's nothing, it's just that your training ground looks impressive. It won't just provide a stage for unarmed fighting, right?"

Clint was a little confused: "Of course it's impossible, it's just separated by compartments. You can train whatever you want."

"I would like to learn about all shooting techniques including bow and arrow. Is there a shooting range here?"

Clint didn't notice for a moment, nodded first, and then his expression changed.

Terry sneered: "Now, you can't even get two hundred dollars. Take me to see you, dear senior brother~"

Clint was obviously reluctant, and Natasha, who was watching with folded arms, quickly gave Clint a stabbing blow.

"According to Nick, we must provide the All-Victory Commandos with all the training methods we can provide."

"Shut up! Of course I know!"

Clint replied angrily, and then waved to Terry dejectedly.

"what do you think?"

At some point, a tall and muscular figure also arrived at the 'Science and Strategic Defense Agency', the de facto branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, he did not choose to enter the training ground immediately. He just stood outside and stared motionlessly at the three extremely active and energetic young people in the surveillance video.

Thanks to the magical instrument provided by Terry, Steve Rogers, who woke up from the ice, skipped the rest and recovery stage. After replenishing some water and food, he heard Nick say that a new victorious commando team had been formed. He directly made a request to come and have a look.

Nick went back and forth between SHIELD and the Science and Defense Agency for this matter, but he was still patient and waited quietly for Steve's answer.

The blond man wearing a brown leather jacket looked at Peter and Danny who were moving around on the ring. His eyes seemed a little out of focus, as if he was reminiscing about something.

When his attention returned, Steve whispered.

"Rarely valuable youthful energy."

But just when Nick's eyes showed anticipation, Steve shook his head.

"Can you give me some more time to think about it carefully?"

"Uh, sure, but I hope you don't think about it too long."

After a brief moment of surprise, Nick quickly replied: "Of course I can wait for you, but not in a crisis."

Steve nodded silently, putting his hands in his pockets.

His attention left the monitor screen and turned to Nick himself.

"Long time no see, Nick, you've changed so much."

Nick hadn't shown his true emotions in front of anyone for a long time, but for some reason, when he saw the captain who had led the Howling Commandos seventy years ago again, Nick actually raised his hand and touched his own. face.

"Really? In fact, I always feel like I haven't changed since the day the Howling Commandos disbanded."

Steve smiled.

"You've rebuilt the Victory Commando, aren't you going to consider rebuilding another Howling Commando?"

Nick looked solemn: "But the real situation now is that even the new victorious commando team may not be enough to cope with the crises that will follow in the future. I have been preparing a more powerful team in my heart."

"So I said you have changed a lot."

Steve didn't seem to hear what Nick said about the bigger crisis, or that his attention wasn't on it at all, and turned around and walked toward the door.

"Allow me to leave for a while, and-"

Steve paused briefly.

"I don't want you to follow me."

(End of this chapter)