Facing Luke's attacking hand, Bck Widow performed a backflip on the spot, dodging gracefully.

  Having ballet skills made a difference. She tumbled, her movements highlighting her curves—graceful yet deadly. With a swift kick, her toes struck Luke’s hand, completely neutralizing his punch.

  Luke retracted his fist and immediately unched a kick toward her spine!

  Bck Widow executed several backflips, putting distance between them. At the same time, Agent May lunged from the side, grabbing Luke’s shoulder. But before she could secure her grip, an unexpected force surged through her arm, and Luke effortlessly broke free.

  Without hesitation, Luke swung his fist toward Agent May’s chest!

  …Only to realize he couldn’t reach it.

  Fine. If I can’t punch, I’ll kick.

  His foot snapped forward, nding solidly on May’s thigh.

  May staggered, nearly losing her bance. Her eyes widened in shock as she processed the impact. She recognized the technique instantly—an inch punch.

  But that wasn’t what truly stunned her.

  Luke’s inch punch was better than hers.

  And that wasn’t all.

  The sheer force behind his attack was unreal. If not for the advanced Kevr-fiber combat suit she wore, which absorbed most of the impact, her leg would’ve been broken by now.

  How…?

  He’s just a kid.

  How is his raw power stronger than an adult’s?

  And the inch punch—it requires relentless daily training to master. How did he perfect it at such a young age?

  For a brief moment, May was completely distracted.

  That was all the opening Luke needed.

  Before she could react, he was already on her. He seized her elbow and executed a fwless back throw.

  May smmed into the ground with a sharp gasp, her body aching as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

  He’s a martial arts genius.

  That thought rang in her mind.

  Not only can he operate a mech, but he also possesses extraordinary combat talent. This level of skill is beyond normal—it’s monstrous.

  As she forced herself to her feet, a cold determination settled in her eyes.

  The nickname "Cavalry" wasn’t just for show.

  She had endured worse.

  No one—nothing—had ever defeated her.

  Except…

  Bahrain.

  Seven years ago.

  That was the only time.

  And it wasn’t happening again.

  May clenched her fists. This time, she wouldn’t hold back.

  She unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, pressing Luke aggressively. Every strike was calcuted, precise, and brutal. She had stopped treating him as a child—he was now an opponent on equal footing.

  Hawkeye and Bck Widow exchanged gnces.

  Was May really going all out against a seven-year-old?

  Luke was momentarily pushed back under May’s relentless assault. But thanks to his iron body, he barely felt any pain. Every strike felt like… a light tap.

  Wait.

  This skill is amazing.

  Luke grinned, excitement bubbling inside him.

  No need to defend. Just attack!

  Inch punch!

  Diving strike!

  Roundhouse kick!

  Back throw!

  Again and again, he repeated the same few techniques.

  But with his overwhelming strength, he could actually keep up with May, a seasoned combat master.

  May expected Luke to colpse after a few hits—like any normal child.

  But he didn’t.

  Instead, he kept attacking as if nothing had happened.

  Her arms and legs started to feel numb. It was like she was hitting solid steel instead of flesh.

  Impossible.

  Could he be using an Iron Body technique?

  She had always dismissed such things as myths.

  But now… she wasn’t so sure.

  Watching May gradually struggle against Luke, Bck Widow and Hawkeye made a silent decision.

  They had to step in.

  Even though Luke was still a kid, they could no longer afford to underestimate him.

  The two moved in, joining the fight.

  Even with all three of them attacking at once, Luke held his ground.

  A seven-year-old taking on three elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

  And winning.

  It was absurd.

  Unbelievable.

  He’s a little monster!

  Slowly, the trio escated their tactics.

  Bck Widow pulled out her electrified batons.

  May slipped on her reinforced combat gloves.

  Hawkeye…

  Well. Since ancient times, archers were forced into close combat sooner or ter.

  So, he wielded his high-tech compound bow like a melee weapon. Surprisingly, he was skilled at it.

  Luke’s eyes sparkled with interest.

  This is archery technique?

  Maybe I should learn it from him ter.

  The agents realized that even now, they still couldn’t overpower Luke.

  They had no choice.

  Time for real teamwork.

  Bck Widow, May, and Hawkeye unched a coordinated pincer attack from three directions!

  Luke finally acknowledged the challenge.

  He summoned his weapon.

  With a flick of his hand, a bck staff appeared.

  The three agents froze.

  Where did that come from?

  They had no time to process it—Luke attacked!

  Swinging his staff, he performed a Whirlwind Strike!

  Hawkeye yelped as he was suddenly lifted into the air, spinning in an unnatural arc before crashing down—right into Bck Widow.

  The two colpsed in a heap.

  What the hell was that?!

  It defied physics!

  Bck Widow suddenly recalled her previous encounter with Luke. That eerie sensation of reality bending around him…

  No time to dwell on it.

  Because Luke was already unching his next move—Dragon Fang!

  Hawkeye recognized the technique.

  Panic surged through him.

  Without thinking, he shoved Bck Widow aside and raised his bow defensively.

  But at the st moment, Luke canceled Dragon Fang and spun into another Whirlwind Strike.

  Hawkeye’s mind went bnk.

  Before he could react, he was airborne—again.

  Then he crashed down—again.

  For a brief moment, he just y there, dazed.

  Bck Widow and May positioned themselves behind Luke, exchanging a gnce.

  A silent agreement.

  They attacked at once.

  Luke spun to face them, eyes sharp.

  And then—

  “HAH!!”

  His voice exploded like a thundercp.

  A visible shockwave rippled through the air.

  Lion’s Roar!

  The iconic skill of a martial arts master.

  The force hit them instantly.

  Their bodies froze.

  Then—

  They colpsed.

  All three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents y motionless on the ground, completely incapacitated.

  “Fight duration: five minutes and twenty-nine seconds.”

  Ross’s voice chimed in. “Congratutions, Master. You win.”

  Luke exhaled, rexing his stance.

  That was actually pretty tough.

  Straightening his posture, he let his arms drop and resumed the innocent aura of a normal child.

  Nothing to see here.

  Just a seven-year-old beating the hell out of three elite agents.

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