Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

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Just as the two were carrying their loot and preparing to leave the wilderness, five figures suddenly appeared from one end of the alley and quickly moved towards the resource spawn point.

"Oh no, Jack! It looks like the Blood Gang! Run!"

Jimmy reacted quickly, grabbing Jack and running away. The last time he was cornered, not only were all his cans stolen, but he was also nearly raped.

Skid Row is rife with perverts, and the Bloods are particularly notorious for it, with at least half of their members being gay.

After running a few steps, five more people came from the other end, mostly half black and half white, including the Sean brothers who had been beaten up by Ma Jie before.

"Dude, is this the great place you were talking about?"

Seeing Jimmy's utterly bewildered expression, Ma Jie couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was clearly a sting operation, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

I thought I was blessed by Lady Luck again, but it turns out I'm about to face the harsh reality.

"Yo Yo Yo." Completely blocked by ten Blood Gang members, the leader, Sean, licked his lips exaggeratedly: "Look who's here, isn't this the little girl who collects cans and her new boyfriend?"

As she spoke, her gaze roamed freely over Jimmy's body, noticing the slight bulge in his beach shorts.

"Are you two little cuties lost? This street is our Blood Gang's territory. Breaking in and stealing will be punished."

"Lawson Sean, stop talking nonsense!" Jimmy gritted his teeth in anger when he heard the other party declare his territorial rights in front of him. "It's been two weeks since I first discovered this place. I've come here almost every day and I've never seen anyone from your side."

"Really, baby? That means you've been stealing our jars for half a month now, which means the consequences are even more serious."

After saying that, he took the spray paint can handed to him by someone, shook it vigorously to mix it well, jumped onto the trash can, and sprayed a red skull onto the wall.

Then, right below the skull, a long string of English letters appeared: We do not welcome the Blue Hair Squad!

Finally, she turned around, stretched out her arms, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Lady, do you understand who the master is now?"

He leaped down from the height, landing in front of Ma Jieke. He rubbed his nose, which was still bandaged, grabbed Ma Jieke's collar, and his eyes were so fierce they could spit knives.

"Asian kid, I've been looking for you for ages! You don't actually think that what happened before didn't affect you, do you?"

"Sorry, buddy," Ma Jie laughed dismissively, "There are so many stray dogs on the street, how am I supposed to remember which one you are?"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this provocation, Lawson Shawn paused for a moment before letting out an extremely infectious laugh: "Hahahaha, buddy, are you a comedian? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard besides Oprah Winfrey. Why don't you open your eyes and take a look? There are ten living, breathing people standing in front of you, not ten bleating lambs."

"I don't care, it's all the same to me."

Ma Jieke shrugged indifferently, then suddenly changed his expression and delivered a swift headbutt to the white dog's still-healing nasal bone.

"Waaaaaah!!!!!"

The other party suffered a severe blow and covered its nose, letting out a whistle like a train whistle.

"Damn it, get him! Beat this yellow-skinned monkey to death!"

Seeing this familiar scene, Lawson Shawn's brother was so angry he was about to explode, and he couldn't care less about any sense of martial ethics.

At the command, nine men rushed over almost simultaneously. Two of them, dressed in dark skin, looked like they had been trained; their fingers were wrapped in thick bandages, and their clothes were bulging with muscles.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made Jimmy's face turn pale with fright.

Whoosh! The little black guy at the front threw a quick jab at Ma Jack's face.

After barely dodging it, it turned out that the punch was just a test; the real killing move was a rear straight punch.

This simple One-Two sequence is the most common starting stance in boxing matches.

It's not enough to beat professional players, but beating ordinary people is no different from smurfing. Even if you can keep up with the eyes, your body may not be able to react in time.

In a moment of desperation, Ma Jieke immediately used his active skill, "Fake Boxing King".

【Fake Fighter (Active)】: When activated, randomly acquire all the abilities of a legendary fighter for 10 minutes. Cooldown period is 3 days.

Once the skill is activated, the AR virtual panel immediately transforms into a character selection screen similar to that of a fighting game.

The cursor blinked back and forth among dozens of portraits, finally settling on an old black man, accompanied by a short entrance CG.

With a square face, buzz cut, wide nose, and bald head, he has a Maori totem tattooed on his left cheek, representing a warrior. His chest muscles are prominent, and the veins on his arms are clearly visible. He stares blankly at the camera.

[Mike Tyson] at peak power has been obtained, countdown 9:59-9:58...

Holy crap, are they going all in?

Almost as if an automatic dodge had been triggered, just as the little black guy's right straight punch was about to hit, Ma Jack suddenly ducked to dodge, and then instantly followed up with Tyson's signature left hook to the liver.

Boom! A true example of a punch that shatters the liver.

If you slow down time by dozens of times, you can clearly see that after Xiao Heizi was hit by Ma Jieke, his ribs began to collapse noticeably, which further compressed his liver.

It was precisely because he could tell that his opponent had been trained that Ma Jie dared to use his full strength. If it were Ribs, this punch would most likely have sent his opponent to meet God.

There was no scream as expected. Little Blackie lay on the ground, clutching the wound, twitching uncontrollably as he transformed into a pupa.

Even after taking down one opponent in a flash, Ma Jie didn't dare to be careless. He crossed his arms in front of him, observed his opponent with a cross step, and swayed his body from side to side, forming the boxing champion's unique "Peek-a-Boo" defensive system.

Translated into Chinese, it means hide-and-seek, which is also Tyson's core fighting technique.

That is, to achieve a knockout through high-level evasion and counterattack, rather than the stereotypical image of a powerful brick-throwing man in the minds of casual viewers.

According to authoritative statistics, Tyson's peak evasion success rate was over 60%, he threw an average of 100 punches per round, and his knockout rate was 88%.

What does this mean?

You need to throw an average of 2.5 punches to land a single hit on him, and if your attack misses, you only have a 12% chance of not being knocked down.

Neither the black-haired boy who had already been carried away nor the remaining Blood Gang members had any idea who they were fighting with.

Don't believe the nonsense that professional boxers are only good under the rules of the competition and are useless off the ring.

A punch with the force of 800 pounds, or a full 362 kilograms, is equivalent to smashing a bull's skull in real life.

Of course, this is on the premise of not wearing boxing gloves, but force is mutual; while you kill the bull, you will also suffer a comminuted fracture.

After knocking down another opponent with a hook punch, MaJack turned around and shouted to Jimmy, "Don't just stand there, kid, go contact Max and tell her to bring more men."

After all, the "fake boxing champion's" skill only lasts for 10 minutes, and in terms of actual combat effectiveness, it only inherits Tyson's moves and fighting techniques, without actually adding 800 pounds of punching power to your body.

If the skill ends and the enemy has reinforcements, we might suffer a huge loss.