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What is the absolute factor that influences close combat?
Strength, speed, and reflexes—none can be absent. If one also possesses skill, it becomes even more advantageous.
Luke's punches are heavy, and his speed is not slow. With rich fighting experience, his reflexes are equally impressive.
However, he is facing Shasha, a person whose speed, reflexes, and strength surpass his own.
With super reflexes, the abilities of Liquid Snake, the Super Spider Gene, super throwing capabilities, and the S-Class Tremor Fruit—each of these abilities is formidable on its own, and some are exceptionally powerful. When combined, this individual can no longer be considered a normal human.
So, can Luke Cage win against a non-human?
After just ten exchanges of blows, Luke's brows furrowed deeply. He had thought he was facing someone easy to bully but found instead a skilled opponent. It had been a long time since he felt so suppressed since becoming a Super Soldier.
Yet the more he faced this situation, the more fierce Luke became, as if he wanted to test his limits.
In the face of such reckless fighting style, Shasha remained unafraid. Fighting desperately? Sometimes even that wouldn't guarantee victory.
The suppression continued; Shasha hadn't even used her Fruit Ability. She relied solely on her physical attributes and skills to keep him firmly under control. The tables and chairs in the bar had long turned to fragments, and the onlookers were fervently cheering.
It felt like the most primitive arena; the primal instincts within people were ignited by bare-knuckle combat.
It had been a long time since Luke experienced such exhilarating feelings. He once thought that experts were lonely but now realized what it meant to have someone beyond oneself. At this moment, Luke no longer held the arrogance he had when first encountering Shasha.
The sound of fists slicing through the air echoed ominously; even a mere graze from these simple punches could lead to death or serious injury for an ordinary person.
After a series of warm-up exercises, Shasha finally loosened up; indeed, this was merely a warm-up.
"That's enough. This is the final move. If you can take it, then we’ll pretend we never met. I will also honor our previous wager. What do you say?" Shasha said as she prepared herself for the next strike.
Luke frowned at the words; it felt like charity being offered to him. Yet, he had no reason to refuse. After a brief moment of hesitation, he nodded slightly. His muscles began to tense up slowly, and if a mutant with the ability to see through his physical condition were to appear, they would clearly notice that the density of his muscles and bones had significantly increased. Even bullets might struggle to penetrate his body.
Shasha's keen eyes observed Luke's transformation, realizing that this punch was infused with Vibration!
In an instant, as his right leg stepped forward, the fist wrapped in Vibration struck Luke's chest with tremendous force.
Crack!
A sound reminiscent of something breaking echoed, and Luke felt a metallic taste rise in his throat. Unable to hold back any longer, he coughed up blood—fresh blood he hadn't seen in a long time.
Staring blankly at Shasha before him, Luke slowly extended his right hand and gave a thumbs-up.
The next moment, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Shasha, having retracted her fist, exhaled a breath of relief. She turned and draped her jacket over her shoulder before hoisting Luke's muscular body up and walking slowly out of the silent bar.
When Luke regained consciousness, he found himself by the riverbank. Not far away sat the person who had defeated him, surrounded by several cans of beer. He slowly got up and stretched his body; aside from a dull ache in his chest, everything else seemed normal. It appeared she had shown some restraint.
With a quiet sigh, he walked over to Shasha and unceremoniously grabbed a can of beer, popping it open and downing it in one go.
"Your injuries have just healed; it's not suitable for you to drink alcoholic beverages," Shasha remarked casually while sipping her own beer.
Luke paid little mind to her warning and finished the can with satisfaction, wiping his mouth afterward. "Why did you look for me?"
"Because you're suitable," Shasha replied honestly; she wasn't good at deceiving others.
After a moment of silence, Luke sighed again. "You're part of an underground organization, aren't you?"
Shasha raised an eyebrow, "How did you figure it out?"
"Your aura," Luke pondered. "I've seen many people—gang bosses, organization leaders, successful businessmen, and street thugs. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were someone from the underground world. Even if you don't admit it, there's a captivating dominance about you."
Running her fingers through her golden hair, Shasha smiled playfully, "So it seems that people like me are born to be villains?"
To her surprise, Luke shook his head. "You don't carry any brutality in your fists."
"You can sense that?" Shasha was astonished, feeling a sense of admiration for someone who spoke with their fists.
"Regardless, you beat me, so I'll work for you. It's only fair," Luke said as he opened another can of beer and downed it in one go. For the first time, a smile appeared on his face. "But the condition is that you help me deal with the trouble from S.H.I.E.L.D. You should know that Nick Fury has always had it out for me."
Hearing this, Shasha chuckled lightly. "Don't worry about that; I'll come up with terms he can't refuse."
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