Marvel Reverses Wolverine

The referee in this field is the president of the New York Academy of Extraordinary, Ms. Silver Fox Keira, in a black suit, and the security officer is Jean Grey.

The two looked at each other, and the silver fox rushed up helplessly, and Warren, who was slowly flapping his wings and suspended in mid-air, said loudly:

"Continuing to unilaterally avoid combat contact can only be judged as a loss! Warren Worthington, do you deny defeat?"

"Admit defeat! We admit defeat!"

puff.

Kurt, who had finished his battle, teleported to the outside of Warren's arena. Before Warren could respond, he yelled for him.

Kayla ignored Kurt who was shouting anxiously, and just looked up at the "Blooded Angel" in the sky. The silver-gray alloy floor tiles were dripping with blood from Warren's body, and the mottled and damaged wings were waving. In between, tiny pieces of feathers fell off.

"Teacher, I choose to continue fighting, this time... I won't avoid it anymore!"

Kurt angrily slapped the energy membrane on the edge of the ring to isolate the inside and outside, and even wanted to teleport in to bring him out, roaring in a high-pitched voice:

"Worthington III! Your brain has been damaged by a horse! When did you, a rich young man, suffer such an injury? Come down from me immediately! You are all idiots, and they made me swear in front of my grandfather and parents. .I'm not like Laura, I've always been a good boy Come down!"

Mr. Little Howlett cursed and cursed, his voice gradually lowered, he lay on the sidelines and muttered softly, but he still yelled at Warren above him.

"Angel" wiped his cheeks to make himself look better, but the blood on his hands turned his fair and handsome face red, and the sweat and blood wet his flowing golden hair, but he remained arrogant. He raised his chin.

"Speaking of the word young master, is there anyone in the world who is more valuable than your young master Kurt? Stop talking nonsense. If you really lose later, you will have to blame you for influencing me!"

Whoosh!

Warren fluttered his wings and flew down, and kicked his legs. Just as Psylocke had time to stand the competition sword in front of him, he was kicked out by Warren, who was swooping down with a huge impact and inertia.

He continued to flap his wings and flew low to follow up, and then stabbed the sharp bone with the tip raised.

After rolling a few more times, Lingdie narrowly avoided the attack, frowning slightly and raising the corners of his mouth with disdain. With a flick of his left arm, a short-handled flail with a spike as long as a finger was formed. He twisted his body and swung the hammer, hitting Warren's chest.

"puff"

The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by the blood spitting out from Warren.

After receiving this heavy blow, the angel Warren's lips instantly turned blue and white. He pushed on the ground and waved his wings, and launched a suicidal attack on Psylocke, like a white dove that was not afraid of death. Broken white feathers scattered all over the place.

This was the only match in the two days, and it actually made the people watching feel a deep sense of tragedy in their hearts.

"Jin! End the game and control them!"

The energy cage net that Kurt shot buzzed, shouting to Jean Gray inside.

"I can't Kurt, the game is not over yet, and Warren is not in a certain death or extremely dangerous situation. I can't force the end like this based on my own feelings."

Qin raised her right hand to make virtual control of the two of them, ready to rescue them at any time. Her pretty face was tense as she stared at Lingdie.

Uh-huh!

The rose-red energy whip wrapped around Warren's wings again, but he seemed to have forgotten the pain coming from the right wing and the crackling sound between the bones.

While twisting his body like this, Warren fluttered forcefully and flew up, taking Psylocke into the air, as if he planned to smash her to the ground again.

"You don't want your life! I have spared my hand, otherwise I would have cut off your pair of broken wings!"

Like the most dexterous high-altitude stuntman in the circus, Psylocke jumped up using the strength of his waist and hips, grabbed Warren's collar and put the dagger made of energy against his neck, but at this time the angel had already flown away. is high enough.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if you say I'm a loser, but I'm still from the Chaoying Academy. Although my talent here is at the bottom of the pile, but"

"What, what are you doing! Let go! You are crazy!"

Warren's arms suddenly hugged Lingdie's slender waist, his pupils tightened and his face became ferocious, and he suddenly folded his wings over a thousand meters above the ground, leading her to turn over and turn her head upside down, facing the ground. Falling straight down, he roared crazily:

"——I, Warren Worthington, cannot disgrace the academy! You have already won, just think of me as a corpse that refuses to let go!"

The burnt feathers and mottled blood marks separated the pair of huge folded wings into pieces. The rapidly falling wind sounded in their ears. Both Psylocke and Warren raised their heads and looked at the silver-gray wings. The arena floor is completely covered with sight

Buzz!

The two figures hugging each other were about to hit the super alloy ring, and they were suspended in the air.

Thousands of meters high, it crashed down with the impact of speeding and accelerating, and then suddenly stopped. The violent inertial reaction force made Warren and Psylocke faint.

Neither of them has the physique of Colossus. If it weren't for Qin's telekinesis, they would be smashed into a puddle of flesh in just a few hundred meters.

The referee Ms. Kayla did not rush to determine the result. After Qin put the two down, the medical team on the field immediately came forward to check them.

Psylocke was fine, except for a brief fainting. However, Warren's limp right wing seemed to be seriously injured, his sternum was also broken in many sections, and there were dozens of wounds on his body. He was quickly taken away. Go down and get treatment.

"Hey, you learn from me, learn the trick I used to deal with Peter, and you know that even if you fall, with Qin and so many teachers around, it is impossible to really fall to your death, hum, come up with a generous face The dead tough guy looks hateful! You pretended to be it again."

Kurt took Warren, his best friend, and two doctors lying on a stretcher, and teleported directly to the medical room of the college. He squatted on the hospital bed next to him with his shoulders in his arms, and kept rolling his eyes at Warren.

After figuring out these joints, Master Kurt suddenly felt that he had blinded his sincere emotions just now.

"Hiss! Hehehe, why don't you say it out loud? How about it? How was the effect on the spot? I, I know that I can't beat that spirit butterfly at all, so I thought about it for a while before I figured out such a good way to defeat it. It was really inspired by seeing the movement you made."

Warren endured the pain of the doctor cleaning the wound, especially when the right wing tried to move a little, and the pain went into the bone marrow, but he still talked to Kurt with a playful smile.

"Heh, the effect of the scene is great. How many people shed tears on the spot, and you only need a sad and sad singing background. I guess even my grandpa will have to look up to you."

"Really! Doctor hiss, please be gentle. Kurt, are you serious, Mr. Howlett can also be touched? Treat me differently from now on?"

Warren, who was overly excited for a while, stood up suddenly, and the pain from pulling his wings forced him to lie back obediently. He looked expectantly at Kurt, who cupped his cheeks and looked very disgusted.

"Well, it's probably true. My dad said that grandpa is getting old. He is soft-hearted to the children now, but he is not as ruthless as when he was training Dad and Uncle Eric."

Young master Warren Worthington was lying on the hospital bed with a strange smile, immersed in endless fantasies in his mind, completely forgetting when he fell to the ground with the spirit butterfly in his arms.

Where did he think of so many thoughts in Kurt's mouth!

"Hey, Asazo, I remember that little Warren brought Kurt to play with him at home. He's such a chubby kid, but he has such a backbone! Phew. Good boy, it's getting better and better from generation to generation. "

The Red Devil and Eric looked at the sad look of their father, looked at each other silently, and sighed faintly almost at the same time:

"Yes. Dad, what you said is right"