Chapter 215 Bloody Angel

  The referee in this field is the principal 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 evade combat contact, you can only be sentenced to lose! Warren Worthington, do you deny defeat?"

   "Give up! We throw in the towel!"

   poof.

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

Keira ignored Kurt who was screaming anxiously, but looked up at the "Blooded Angel" in the sky, the blood dripping from Warren's body splashed on the silver-gray alloy floor tiles, and the mottled and damaged wings waved Fragments of feathers fell from the room.

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

  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 sharp voice:

"Worthington III! Your brain was broken by a horse! When did you, a rich young master, suffer such an injury? Hurry up and let me down! It was you who caused me to swear in front of grandpa 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.

The "angel" wiped his cheeks to make himself look better, but the blood on his hands turned his fair and handsome face red, and the flowing golden hair was wet with sweat and blood, but he was still arrogant. Lifting his chin.

   "Speaking of the word young master, is there anyone in the world more precious than you, Master Kurt? Don't talk nonsense, if you really lose later, you have to blame you for influencing me!"

   Whoosh!

  Warren fluttered his wings and jumped down, kicking his legs all over his body. Just as Lingdie had time to put the long knife in front of him, he was kicked out by Warren who swooped down with a huge impact inertia.

  He continued to flap his wings and flew low to follow up, and the sharp bone raised at the end immediately poked down.

   After hitting a few more rolls in a row, Lingdie narrowly avoided the attack, frowning slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain. With a flick of his left arm, another short-handled flail with long and short spikes like fingers was condensed. He twisted his body and swung the hammer, smashing into Warren's chest.

   "poof"

  The sound of bones breaking and the blood that Warren spit out made a crunching sound.

After this heavy blow, the angel Warren, whose lips turned pale in an instant, braced himself to kick the ground and waved his wings, and threw himself at the butterfly, just like a dove that is not afraid of death. Broken white feathers scattered all over the field.

  There was only this one game in the two days, and the people who watched it felt a deep sense of tragedy in their hearts.

   "Jean! End the game, keep 'em in check!"

   Kurt's energy cage buzzed, shouting to Jean Gray inside.

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

  Qin raised her right hand to falsely control the two of them, ready to rescue at any time, her pretty face was tense, staring at Lingdie.

   Shua!

  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 of the bones cracking.

  While twisting his body like this, Warren forcibly jumped into the air, bringing the spirit butterfly into the air, as if intending to smash her to the ground again.

   "You don't want to die! I have kept my hand, otherwise I would have cut off your broken wings!"

Spirit Butterfly is like the most dexterous high-altitude stunt performer in the circus. While twisting his waist and hips, he jumped up, grabbed Warren's collar, and pressed the dagger made of energy against his neck, but at this time the angel had already flown. is high enough.

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

   "What, what! Let go! You're crazy!"

Warren's arms suddenly hugged Lingdie's slender waist tightly, his pupils narrowed and his face turned ferocious, and he folded his wings suddenly at a height of more than a thousand meters, leading her to turn over and turn her head upside down, pointing to the ground He fell straight down and roared frantically:

   "—I, Warren Worthington, can't lose the face of the academy! You've already won, just treat me as a dead body!"

The scorched feathers and mottled bloodstains tore apart the huge pair of folded wings, and the pressure of the swiftly falling wind rang in their ears. Both Psylocke and Warren raised their heads and looked at the silver-gray The arena floor is completely covered with sight

   Hum!

  The figures of the two of them hugged together were an inch away from the superalloy ring, and they froze in the air.

  The thousand-meter-high altitude crashed down with the impact of speeding acceleration, and then came to a sudden stop. The violent inertial reaction force made Warren and Lingdie faint.

  Both of them don't have the physique of a steel warrior. If it weren't for Qin's telekinetic power, they would be smashed into a puddle of meat in just a few hundred meters.

  The referee, Ms. Keira, was not in a hurry to judge the result. After Qin put the two down, the medical team on the field immediately stepped forward to check them.

Spirit Butterfly is fine, except for a short-term fainting and nothing serious, but Warren's limp right wing seems to be seriously injured, his sternum is also broken in multiple sections, and there are dozens of wounds on his body, so he was taken away quickly. Go down and treat.

"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."

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

  After thinking through these joints, Master Kurt suddenly felt that his sincere emotion just now was for nothing.

"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 when the doctor cleaned 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 moved? Treat me differently from now on?"

  Warren, who was overly excited for a while, stood up suddenly, and the pain from the pulling of 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."

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

  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, you said so"

  (end of this chapter)