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Ch. 214 Peter's Combat Training
🕑 Added 2023-12-17 16:01:01 +0000 UTCLooking at Bakshi's current performance, Russell nodded in satisfaction.
While the Hydra brainwashing techniques were somewhat inhumane, there was no denying that they were highly effective.
The organization had lived up to its reputation as inventors and perfectors of this technology.
"As for how to take over the leadership positions left by Whitehall and Pierce, figure it out yourself. I'll provide you with all the resources you need."
Russell said to Bakshi.
"Alright, sir!"
Bakshi quickly replied.
Now, just like No. 3, Bakshi addressed Russell with the utmost respect and deference.
After giving instructions to Bakshi, Russell turned his attention to Bucky, who was still undergoing brainwashing.
Bucky's brainwashing had been ongoing for some time, but the progress was not particularly fast.
For Bakshi, who had never been brainwashed before, the process was like installing a new operating system on a blank hard drive. While it took some time, it was bound to be successful.
Bucky, on the other hand, had a different story.
Bucky had been undergoing brainwashing for decades. Although the techniques used back then might not have been as advanced as they were now, the sheer number of brainwashing sessions he had endured over the years was staggering.
If Bakshi were likened to a blank new hard drive, then Bucky was like an old hard drive that had been in use for a very long time. What made it more complicated was that the old system was already installed inside.
What No. 3 needed to do now was not just to overwrite the previous brainwashing with a new one but also to ensure that there would be no conflicts between the old and new brainwashing. Moreover, the current brainwashing had to be one hundred percent effective.
If Bucky's brain were truly like a hard drive, this would be a relatively easy problem to solve, just a little rougher. However, Bucky's brain was not a genuine hard drive. Using brute force might turn him into an imbecile or a vegetable.
In Russell's absence, No. 3 dared not be too rough with Bucky.
Unlike Russell, he didn't have the superhuman healing abilities of the King's Serum as a backup.
Bucky was bound to a chair designed for brainwashing, with his right hand and both feet securely restrained, wearing a pained expression.
"How much longer until it's completed?"
Russell asked No. 3.
"If we maintain the current power level, it's estimated to take three more hours."
"If we increase the power, it can be completed in two hours."
No. 3 replied quickly.
"Increase the power, aim to complete it in two hours. I'll have a White Zetsu come over and follow your instructions."
"Understood, sir!"
As soon as No. 3 finished speaking, Russell used the "Absolute Command" of the King's Serum to issue orders to the two White Zetsu in the headquarters.
In less than a minute, two White Zetsu, who had attached themselves to North American Gray Wolves, appeared before Russell.
After instructing one of them to stay and follow No. 3's guidance, Russell had the other North American Gray Wolf, possessed by a White Zetsu, escort Bakshi out of the main headquarters temporarily, acting as Bakshi's bodyguard.
Once Bakshi followed the White Zetsu-possessed North American Gray Wolf and left, Russell left the brainwashing room and leisurely made his way to the training grounds that had been repaired recently.
The battle between him and Diana had completely destroyed the entire training ground.
To save time and resources, he didn't ask No. 3 to build the training ground to resemble the ancient Roman Colosseum as before. Instead, it was designed to look like a plain factory building.
Of course, just like before, the training ground was still an open-air design, with some shading overhead, but the interior of the training ground remained open-air.
Before arriving at the training ground, he could already hear the sound of the Hulk's voice.
"This won't work, you need to make use of your agility advantage!"
"Why are you so clumsy? You can't even throw a punch properly!"
"Don't think that showing me this pitiful look will make me go easy on you. A strict teacher produces outstanding students; that's what Russell told me!"
In front of Russell, the Hulk was like a human punching bag.
Now, when he faced Peter, who had no combat experience, he finally experienced the feeling of Russell training him with such determination.
The Hulk enjoyed this feeling very much.
Upon arriving at the training ground, Russell stood on the sidelines and observed the fight and combat instruction between the Hulk and Peter.
Or rather, the Hulk's combat guidance to Peter.
Although the Hulk appeared somewhat simple and relied solely on brute strength, his combat skills were far more sophisticated than people imagined.
After pulling the Hulk into the Justice League, Russell had been paying close attention to the Hulk's combat skills training.
Under his influence, the Hulk not only gradually adapted to using techniques in battle but also developed a strong curiosity about the martial arts.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have actively expressed his desire to learn some martial arts like Drunken Fist and other the last time.
While the Hulk might not have mastered a vast array of martial arts like Russell, he was skilled in several forms.
As for Drunken Fist, the Hulk was still in the process of learning and hadn't reached a proficient level yet.
While Russel doesn't think the Drunken Fist is very useful in actual combat, he thinks it's just a stunt by the actor to attract more viewers, how effective is it against enemies the Hulk might face in the future? He doubts that.
It seems like he should control Hulk-watching schedule a bit so that he won't be affected by useless things in the future.
After watching the fight between the Hulk and Peter for a while, Russell came to the middle of the training ground and interrupted their rather unfair sparring session.After watching the fight between the Hulk and Peter for a while, Russell came to the middle of the training ground and interrupted their rather unfair sparring session.
"Let me handle this, Hulk, take a break."
Russell said to the Hulk, who was still in high spirits.
Although the Hulk enjoyed teaching others, when Russell spoke, he had no choice but to obey.
"Alright!"
The Hulk replied in a low voice.
He then moved to the side of the training ground, picked up his own exclusive keg of liquor, and began to drink heartily.
"The Hulk's fighting style is determined by his massive physique. You don't have to mimic the Hulk's style entirely."
"Compared to the Hulk, you can choose a combat style that emphasizes agility and speed."
"For example, watch my movements!"
Russell said and demonstrated the starting posture, instantly changing his demeanor.
Feeling the change in Russell's presence, Peter also adopted the familiar boxing stance of boxers, raising both hands and making slight movements.
From appearances alone, Peter seemed to be doing quite well.
However, a closer look at his arm positioning and footwork revealed that he was a complete novice.
As a boxing practitioner, he quickly realized that.
Although Peter was a novice, Russell did not underestimate him.
Peter was no longer the powerless young man he had been yesterday. He could now effortlessly lift objects weighing over ten tons.
If an ordinary person were hit by his punch, they would not only risk being fatally injured, but they would also suffer serious injuries.
However, compared to Russell, Peter's strength was still somewhat lacking.
To help Peter better understand what combat techniques were, Russell controlled his own strength to be roughly on par with Peter's. He didn't want to accidentally knock Peter out with a single punch.
"Pay attention!"
As soon as Russell's words fell, he moved at superhuman speed and appeared in front of Peter, demonstrating his movements.
Although Peter was fully focused, when he realized what was happening, Russell's left fist was already in front of him.
Caught off guard, Peter instinctively crossed his arms in front of him, trying to block Russell's punch.
However, he underestimated Russell's speed and overestimated his own adaptability.
The moment he raised his arms to block, Russell's lightning-fast left fist came to a halt.
His right fist came up from below, hitting Peter in the chest.
Bang!
Although the reach of his right punch was short, it was enough for Russell to execute punch.
When Russell's right fist made contact with his chest, Peter initially thought Russell was holding back, hence the seemingly weak force behind the punch.
However, he quickly realized he was mistaken.
Thud!
A muffled impact sounded as Peter was sent flying, much like a baseball being struck by a bat.
Although Russell had controlled his strength to match Peter's, his Punch still sent Peter flying a good twenty to thirty meters.
Just when he was about to crash awkwardly to the ground, Peter forced his body to twist mid-air, leveraging the force of his flight. He executed a somersault, spinning gracefully in the air, and finally landed firmly on his feet.
