Scott formed an inverted "big" character on the wall, and his head was embedded in the wall.
Midsummer Night was shocked by this scene. Usually, such a scene would only appear in an anime, right?
He walked up to Scott and heard him say, "I'm starting to believe that you're really a superhero now."
Midsummer Night nodded. "Thank you."
He reached out his hand to 'pull' the man out from the wall. However, just as he was about to reach out his hand, the man in the shape of the word '大' suddenly disappeared. Then, an extremely small figure quickly approached him.
It even let out a weak "Ah!!!"
It was full of momentum, and it moved forward. Then … it hit Midsummer Night's palm, and with a thud, it slowly fell to the ground.
Midsummer Night squatted down. "Are you okay?
I think you probably misunderstood something. I told you to sneak attack me, not … like now, to launch a suicidal attack. "
"… I thought I was sneaking an attack." Scott's voice was very soft, but fortunately, Midsummer Night could hear him clearly.
He smiled. "You need to understand the true meaning of sneak attacks. Otherwise, you'll definitely be beaten up for three minutes every day."
Midsummer Night did not continue to torture him. He turned around and left the basement.
Scott's body had returned to normal. With the protection of the battle suit, and Midsummer Night's control of the strength of his attacks, he did not suffer too serious injuries. He just turned over and sat on the ground, thinking of a countermeasure.
"Sneak attack?"
Scott muttered. "Shouldn't it be a sudden punch when the opponent doesn't have the chance to react?
Or, should I suddenly give him a killing blow when he doesn't even know where I am? "
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…
"Thinking is the first lesson in combat."
In the study, Hank gently clapped his hands. "The wonderful thing is that he can let his students learn to think on their own, instead of repeatedly giving useless instructions."
Hope nodded. "This is very useful. Maybe, he really has some skills."
"Don't underestimate him."
Hank glanced at his daughter. "You should know that as a superhero who is active in this world, there is almost no news about him.
He's not Iron Man, nor is he Hulk. Iron Man is in the news every day, and there's never a lack of news about Hulk helping an old lady cross the road. But he's different … He's always been active, but there's no news about him. Tell me, what does this mean? "
Hope frowned. She had an idea, but she didn't want to say it.
Hank smiled. "You guessed it right."
"I haven't said anything yet …" Hope rolled her eyes.
"I know you, even better than you know yourself."
Hank waved his hand. "It's very exciting that someone like him is willing to teach Scott."
"Maybe we should try to figure out his purpose?"
"The goal is very simple."
Hank looked at the monitor and saw that Midsummer Night was in the living room. He raised the cup in his hand to the monitor.
He smiled and continued. "And this is also what I'm thinking about."
Hope fell silent and looked out the window. "I hope that's right."
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…
Half an hour was neither long nor short, but the result was obvious. Scott had no chance at all.
Moreover, he thought that he could use his size to hide himself, but he failed completely.
Summer Night was like a monster with countless eyes. No matter where he was hiding, even if he was hiding behind a coffee cup in the cupboard, he could easily find him.
He smiled and said, "Next, it's combat training."
"… I don't think it's fair. I don't know anything about you." Scott came out of the cupboard and returned to his original size. Then, he protested.
Midsummer Night thought for a moment. "What do you want to know about?"
"Which superhero are you?"
Scott's thinking was very simple. As long as he knew the identity of the other party, he would probably know what kind of ability the other party had.
In the age of information, superheroes were no secret. Some basic information was also posted on some forums by some enthusiasts.
Some people worshiped them, some cursed and attacked them, and some people specialized in researching the abilities of superheroes. They added a lot of their own guesses and ways to crack the superheroes.
Although no one had been able to try those methods so far, it was better than having no clue.
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…
Midsummer Night smiled and shook his head. "When you can withstand my fist for three minutes, I'll tell you who I am.
And now … Let's continue. "
"…" Scott gritted his teeth and could only follow Midsummer Night into the basement.
Although it was training, it was actually getting beaten up.
In three minutes, he didn't even touch Midsummer Night's clothes, let alone fight back and forth with Midsummer Night.
When the three minutes were over, Scott's face was colorful. He said with his eyes wide open, "I thought you wouldn't use your full strength during training?"
"Believe me, if I used my full strength, you wouldn't have the chance to say something like that now," Midsummer Night said as he opened his palm. There was already a syringe in his hand.
"How did you do it?" Scott was stunned. He grabbed Midsummer Night's hand and checked it repeatedly. "Magic?"
"You can guess with your own understanding."
Midsummer Night smiled. "And now, if you don't want to be unable to get up tomorrow, you can use this to inject it.
Of course, you can consider it, but only for ten minutes. After ten minutes, the things inside will directly become useless pure water. "
"You give me a bad feeling."
Scott held the syringe and looked at the dark green liquid inside. "Are you sure this isn't the latest model of drugs?"
"… It's much more expensive than any other drugs."
Midsummer Night smiled. "If you don't use it today, I won't give it to you next time. Okay, that's enough talking. I have to go. My girlfriend is off work."
He took his coat and went straight out the door without saying goodbye to Hank.
Scott took the syringe in his hand to the door and waited until Midsummer Night drove away in his super flashy car. Then he turned around … and saw Hank and Hope.
"This … he said this thing can be injected?" Scott held the syringe in his hand and said, "It looks very suspicious."
Hank glanced at Hope, who nodded and took the syringe from Scott's hand. Scott nodded in satisfaction. "I knew it. There's something wrong with this thing. You guys can study it. If there's any problem … Ouch!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a slight tingling in his neck. He turned around and saw that Hope was injecting the suspicious dark green liquid into his body.