Wanda Maximov concentrated his energy, calmed his breath, and his gem-like bright eyes turned and observed without blinking, trying to find even a slight flaw from the opponent in front of him.

The crimson magic transformed into two short sticks in her plain white hands, exuding a magical aura like smoke. She calmed down and stood firmly in the direction taught by her "mentor". The sticks set in a textbook-style standard starting position.

Michael stood a few steps in front of her, standing casually, his arms naturally hanging beside him. At first glance, he seemed to have no flaws on his body, but Wanda thought about it carefully and felt that every part looked like a hidden backhand.

No matter what.

Wanda stepped on the right and swept Michael's right cheek with a stick. Michael gave a slight move, and then waved his waist and eyes again. Michael let his abdomen tighten his abdomen, and the stick with the red magic was swept in the air.

Wanda intersected the two sticks, and the series of offensives attacked one after another. Michael only used the minimum dodge of his body to avoid it, and occasionally patted her arms and used her wrist to block the pick-and-roll frame. The two fought in the middle of the open white training room, and in a blink of an eye, they rolled over more than thirty rounds.

Wanda slid forward with his left step, shaking his wrist, and stabbed his stick at the door. Michael's eyebrows moved slightly. He raised his palm and tweaked it, and his palms passed by Wanda Haojie's wrist bone, exerting a little force in the direction of her force.

Wanda was already a little too strong, but his gentle steps were unstable, and he staggered and lost his balance, and almost fell to his head.

If Michael hadn't stretched his arms and accurately lifted her collar in time.

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief. Her magic power was leaking, and the two short sticks transformed by chaos magic immediately dissipated.

"You've made rapid progress." Michael commented seriously, "I've mentioned before that your backhand is unstable, but this time it's much better. Your main problem now is that you are too focused on moves and moves, and the connection between moves is a bit rigid, as if you always pursue every move and every move. But the real match is ever-changing, and adaptability and flexibility of moves are equally important as skillful practice..."

Wanda curled his lips: "Does I have to practice this? Shouldn't I focus more on...for example, what kind of spells or other skills are more inclined toward long-range attack methods?"

"Your enemies don't always take care of your convenience, staying away from you and spending money." Michael said, "A truly powerful guy can always find a close-fitting way. After being stuck in the face, you will have to face hand-to-hand combat. At that time, pure magic shocks are often not as useful as hand-to-hand combat.

In fact, we have advantages in hand-to-hand combat. Later, I will teach you to inject magic into your body for short-term strengthening of physical strength, and then cooperate with powerful weapons forged with magic. Even if you are close to your body, you don’t have to be afraid of any opponent.”

He paused and added, "Of course, if you practice well enough."

Next he announced the intermission. Wanda wiped his sweat with a towel, then took a glass of water to drink, and also brought a cup to her teacher with great thoughtfulness. Michael took advantage of this moment to take out an ultra-thin handheld computer, with a fiber-optic texture, light and thin, and looked like a square piece of plastic.

He used this small handheld computer to cast a virtual screen and browsed things that had accumulated over the past two days that the commander of the Tianjian had to personally inquire about. The Tianjian is now in the world and involves all aspects of the earth's movement. Although there are so few things that the commander needs to personally inquire about inquire about in the overall proportion, it is not completely missing after all.

Wanda handed him the water cup and then looked behind him curiously.

"President Prock?" She was surprised when she saw Michael clicking on one of the information details, "We are still concerned about the situation in the Middle East?"

When she mentioned the Heavenly Sword, she had already unconsciously used "we" and seemed to have integrated into this new belonging.

"The Sword of Heaven cares about everything," Michael replied. "Last week, Prok's President Luca Cromwell died, and soon they will need a new facade to come to power."

"Well...what does this have to do with us?"

"Pluck's most promising candidate for victory is ours." Michael's tone was calm.

"Wait, are you talking about... the man from Tianjian?" Wanda raised his eyebrows and acted in disbelief, "Are there a president of our country soon?"

Michael glanced at her with a look of "What's so strange about this".

"Wait," Wanda realized something, "you won't want to say, this isn't the only one, right?"

"There are now top leaders of seven countries in the Tianjian, and this is about to be the eighth. In addition, most of the top leaders of countries that have an important impact on the situation in various regions are more or less of our people." Michael said, pausing, "In addition, these are information within your authority, maybe you can pay more attention to it."

"Uh, I never thought about it."

"Last year, Tianjian resolved more than a dozen wars of various sizes that might have broken out without the public, and mediated countless international disputes." Michael said lightly, "There are also two countries in the Middle East that have lasted for more than a hundred years that have signed an armistice agreement."

"Ah, I saw that on TV, which was last year's international hot news." Wanda remembered and was even more surprised, "That...we did it?"

"Otherwise, why do you think they have fought for more than a hundred years, suddenly choose to shake hands and make peace?"

Wanda thought for a moment and seemed to feel incredible: "So how did we do it? Let them get a truce?"

Michael glanced at her.

"I really want to know that you can go back and use your permission to view the records. If I remember correctly, that matter is the responsibility of the Mediterranean Sky Sword Branch." Michael said dryly, "but I suggest you better not know the detailed process."

So Wanda stopped asking.

She grew up in a war-torn area and had witnessed the blood and corpses in the war with her own eyes. She knew clearly that international disputes like this could not be resolved only through diplomatic means such as verbalism, and some shameful means must be indispensable in the process.

But all she needs to know is that a war that lasted for a century was stopped and millions of lives were saved, which was enough.

This reminded her of another thing, which seemed to be quite similar to this in theory.

"That...I've had a chat with Gwen before," she said.

"That's good." Michael's attention was still on his virtual screen. "You guys are getting along well?"

"She mentioned what happened when she was facing her creator. She said the man called himself 'Dr. Octopus' and said he was a very, very bad guy." Wanda said, "and she also told me that Spider-Man tried to kill him at the time, but you stopped him... and you took him off with your own hands."

Michael didn't look back.

"I said, I'm not a good person, nor a hero." His tone was calm and indifferent, "It doesn't matter if you think it's wrong, it doesn't matter. I did that anyway."

"I didn't say that." Wanda said, hesitating for a moment, and then said, "And although you always emphasize that you are not a good person, I see different things."

Although Spider-Man was extremely angry at that time and indeed wanted to kill Otto at that moment, he was not really prepared to take away anyone's life.

After all, Peter is just a child, a simple and kind child. If he really killed Otto at that time, he might regret this decision in his life. There is a very high possibility that he will never be able to face his uniform and the meaning it symbolizes again, and Spider-Man will no longer exist.

So what if Otto doesn't die?

As he said himself, CIA will cover everything for him. He may change his face, change his place, continue cloning experiments with other identities, find the next opportunity to launch even worse revenge on his mortal enemy Spider-Man.

So Otto needs to be killed, but it is not worthy of the soul of a kind child.

This is why there is a person who needs to stand up. If he finishes all the dirty work he needs to do, then good people can continue to be good people and don’t have to make difficult choices.

"You actually..." Wanda whispered, "...is an unexpectedly gentle person."

Michael stopped his work suddenly, frowned and turned his head.

"What did you say?"
Chapter completed!