Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 77 Alternative Teachers’ Day

"You are insulting my skills!"

Clint almost growled.

Unexpectedly, Terry shook his head, his expression was very sincere.

"Brother, now is the era of hot weapons. If I want to be a marksman, why don't I practice shooting?

Practicing swordsmanship can also be said to strengthen the body and enhance self-protection capabilities, but what is the purpose of practicing bow and arrow?
  Let yourself become the hunting king of the urban jungle in this modern society? "

Terry's mind is very clear, and he doesn't really live in the original environment of that pixel game. Hawkeye's bow and arrow skills are indeed very useful in some special tasks that require concealment, but he doesn't need to be an agent.

Even as an agent, he can still use a pistol with a silencer, so why must he use a bow and arrow?

Even the shooter profession in pixel games has many firearms and weapons that can be used.

"So I'm really not insulting you, senior brother. I just don't have that urgent desire for bow and arrow skills."

Moreover, the most true point is that although Hawkeye did have a high appearance rate in his memories before time travel, whether it was comics, animations or film and television dramas, he really did not see how powerful an archer who was always on target was.

Although as an agent, he can rely on his extremely high success rate to prevent his colleagues from slandering him in person, but in fact many people still talk behind his back.

what?
  Clint was a little confused, but he still took out his phone.

"He shoots so accurately, why not use a gun?"

The moment the two attack distance circles touched, the two sharp swords also made contact for the first time in the trial.

Real sword fighting training is very different from wooden sword training. The two sides will no longer fight so fiercely without any scruples.

After knowing each other for so many days, this was the first time they exchanged contact information.

But what's the use? He was vulnerable to superpowers. The handgun looked intimidating, and one shot deducted 30 points of his health. Then the effect of the stainless steel suit Terry wore instantly restored him to 15 points.

Hey~
  At that moment with the crisp metallic sound echoing in the venue, the two finally began to show off their talents.

Frank the Punisher whom I met that night was one of them.

As soon as the fifteen minutes were up, Terry got up, passed over Clint who was squatting there and didn't know what he was thinking, and took the Western-style sword thrown by Master Jaq.

Isn’t there someone in this world? A swordsman wearing a red and black tights once said that he didn't know the meaning of Hawkeye's existence. If he was given a set of bows and arrows, he could completely replace Hawkeye's position in the Avengers.

"Okay, bows and arrows do look cool - but why doesn't he use a gun?"

"Who knows, just to be cool."

"He is so good with a bow and arrow, why not use a gun?"

Terry and Jacques held the metal swords in their hands, staring at each other intently, taking cautious steps, seemingly walking in circles, but actually approaching each other at a very slow speed.

Terry looked at the silent Clint, rolled his eyes, and took out his cell phone.

"Add your contact information. I have to see a private doctor in the afternoon. I will contact you in the evening."

At such a close distance, if there was a need for a fight, either Spider-Man or Terry himself would probably be able to prevent the Punisher from firing a second shot.

Clint seemed a little melancholy. In fact, this was not the first time he heard a statement similar to Terry's.

Because in this world, there are many sharpshooters who are also able to hit the target with perfect accuracy.

Cold murderous intent swept through the whole body in an instant. The seemingly light but actually heavy swords had collided more than ten times in the blink of an eye. The sharp sword shadows rose and fell alternately with the pace of the two people. If those swords were moved at any time. The sword light that could kill someone disappeared, and it looked more like two men dancing some kind of weird and elegant dance.

The sound of metal colliding continued, and both sides were very alert. Even their breathing activities stopped, until the more experienced Jacques thrust the sword into Terry's blade, directly against Terry. Ray's throat.

A drop of blood soaked the tip of the sword, then slipped down and dripped on Terry's collar.

The two of them let out a sigh of relief, and a large amount of sweat suddenly appeared on their skin, and a thick white mist began to evaporate on their foreheads.

Thirteen moves failed.

If it was a life-and-death fight, Terry might have been stabbed through the throat with a sword at this time.

"As expected of Master Jacques!"

Terrihun stepped away carelessly, then his legs went weak, and he staggered several steps in succession.

If he hadn't used the sword in his hand to nail the floor with his backhand in time, he might have fallen to his knees.

The fight just now lasted less than ten seconds. Even if the time spent by both sides testing circles was included, the total was only about thirty seconds. But the physical exertion was more tiring than the previous hour and a half of fake sword fighting training combined.

Jacques also retracted his sword with trembling arms, opened a gap in his lips, and gasped for several breaths before he managed to calm down his breathing.

"Today's training ends here and will continue tomorrow."

Terry nodded and shook his head before standing up.

With the help of Nebula Dewdrops installed in the accessories column again, he managed to recover by almost a third.

Respectfully, he handed the Western sword back to Master Jacques with both hands. Terry then turned around to pick up his schoolbag, and then made a phone gesture towards Clint, who was still squatting on the ground in a daze.

By the time Terry left the swordsmanship hall, his physical strength had returned to its peak level again.

Except for the strong smell of sweat on his body and his slightly dry lips, it seemed like nothing happened.

Terry drank the rest of the energy drink in one gulp, licked his lips, found a trash can and threw the bottle away. Terry got into an Uber private car heading to the Green Heart Clinic.

Half an hour later, Terry sat across from Mayfair's desk on time.

Mayfair pinched his nose with a look of disgust on his face, lightly touched the floor with the front ends of his two high heels, pushed the office chair back a certain distance, opened the window behind him with his backhand, and then turned around to complain.

"Every time you come here, you smell bad, which pollutes my office environment!

It's all your fault, I don't have any business now! "

Terry rolled his eyes. God is the one who pays, so he will not be polite at all: "You actually don't have much business in the first place, right? You're a guy pretending to be a psychiatrist to cheat money!"

"How presumptuous! Is this how you talk to your savior!"

Mayfair slapped the table fiercely, then shivered again, and rubbed his red palm with tears in his eyes.

This……

It was hard for Terry to say anything, after all, what Mayfair said was the truth.

Moreover, if Mayfair hadn't mysteriously appeared in Hei's spiritual world to save the situation that day, Terry, who was haunted by all kinds of evil thoughts and evil thoughts at that time, really didn't know what serious consequences there would be.

You can discuss things as they happen.

After Terry knew that Mayfair really had nothing to do with the so-called psychiatrist, he actually didn't think much about it.

But this inexplicable woman, Mayfair, actually used Terry's weak point to threaten him!

"If you don't show up on time every Thursday, I'll tell your uncle."

This gave Terry a huge headache. What he feared most was that Uncle Martin's love education would definitely criticize him very harshly for not caring about his body.

"Is this ridiculous?"

Terry whispered: "You just get paid and don't work."

The corners of Mayfair's eyes twitched. She actually couldn't figure out why Terry, despite being a rich man, always looked so fussy in these innocuous places.

"So after you think you won't have any mental problems, you think it's not worthwhile to come to my place?"

"Um...can I get my money back?"

"Of course it's impossible!"

Terry sighed: "Then let's talk. Just talk casually and treat it as a psychological diagnosis."

Seeing Terry's attitude at the moment, Mayfair couldn't help but clenched her silver teeth in hatred, and her little eyes rolled around a few times.

"Hey!"

Mayfair forced out a smile that he thought was moving.

"Want to learn magic?"

Terry was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head in confusion.

"What? Another one? Is today Teacher's Day?"

(End of this chapter)