A pair of feet drooped on the edge of a bluestone cliff tens of meters high like an eagle's beak, shaking for a while, and then for a while.

  Clusters of frayed frayed edges were randomly distributed along the edges of brown leather boots, and rough but durable practice trousers and shirts hung loosely on Warren Worthington.

  The wings wrapped with bandages are buckled on the back, as if carrying two huge "silkworm cocoons". The rising sun was on Warren's face, and it was also shining on a mountain eagle he was looking at soaring in the distance.

  Warren randomly plucked a grass stem from his hand and put it in his mouth. Without the delicate care of the day, only exposure to the sun, sand, gravel, and even the grinding of fists and feet, his fair and tender handsome face completely changed.

The wind on the mountain is very strong, sitting on the edge of the cliff and blowing the wind will make him feel a little bit like flying, but the sudden human voice in the thin wind makes Warren almost slip off the cliff .

   "Do you still remember the mood when you flew for the first time?"

James' calm word order made the question sound like an ordinary statement, and he sat on the edge of the cliff without making a sound. This is the best viewing area among the mountains around the old house, which James liked to come to when he was very young. The place.

   "How, poof, Mr. Howlett!"

   Hastily spit out the straw stick in his mouth, Warren subconsciously brushed his long and messy blond hair, trying to get up while supporting himself.

   "Sit down and chat."

  James waved his hand casually. Sitting next to Warren, he looked like a brother who was five or six years older. Even his demeanor became more and more simple, which inexplicably relieved the tension of this half-old child.

"I don't have the talent of Anya, so I can't possibly ask birds or eagles about their experience of flying. There are not many mutants who can truly soar in the sky like you and me. Let me tell you about your first time flying. "

  Seeing Mr. Howlett's obsidian-like eyes looking at him gently, "Angel" Warren pursed his lips and sat down again. After pondering for a while, he said with an embarrassed smile:

   "I didn't really learn to fly until I was eleven years old. Before that. Hehe, Kurt always joked that I was flopping around like a rooster. I remember climbing to the top of the tallest clock tower in the academy to make myself fly."

  Warren looked down at his palm, picking at the calluses that had arisen from his practice.

".It's not as high as this cliff, but it was already the highest place in my understanding at the time. I lingered until it was almost dark, but finally I didn't have the courage to jump down, and was kicked down by Kurt after finding it. "

   "Flying, how should I put it, I feel like a newly hatched sea turtle rushing into the ocean on the beach, and it is a kind of natural instinct to stagger and trot when seeing a newly born horse in the manor."

  James nodded thoughtfully, and after a long while, he suddenly smiled, as if what Warren said touched him a little bit.

The mountain wind blew his half-length black hair, and Warren beside him vaguely felt that Mr. Howlett's hair was even different from ordinary people's. He had eagle-like eyesight and could see the Each strand of shiny hair is several times thicker than a normal person.

"When I was able to fly through the sky after reaching a certain level of practice for the first time, I just thought it was an extremely exciting ability, but without your natural instinctive awareness, it seems that you are better than me in the perception of flying." deep."

  James clapped his hands and stood up, stepping on a little edge of the cliff and standing with his hands down. Warren hurriedly climbed up again, because the wings on his back would hurt even if the wings trembled, and his movements were extremely awkward.

   "I can teach you some things about boxing, but I can't guarantee that you will be able to fly again in the future. It depends on your own efforts and some luck."

Warren's chick pecking at rice didn't stop almost from the time James said the word "teach you". Seeing the gentleman slowly raised his arms, he took a few steps back unconsciously and took the piece A small cliff like an eagle's beak was left to him.

   Beware!

  James trembled his fingertips violently, and drew an arc obliquely in front of him, startling the violent whistle like the cry of an eagle, echoing repeatedly throughout the valley.

His hands are in the shape of palms, with the tips of the palms raised up slightly. As the two arms move up and down strangely, the trembling air forms a fan-shaped ripple. The soles of his feet only step on the edge of the cliff a little bit bigger than a palm, and his body is tilted left and right. But no loss of balance.

The palms shook the air-patterned wings, as if it really gave him some kind of strength to fly, the spine on the back and the arms rhythmically, from the twisted toes brought the force from the calf to the spine, and then from the whip-like The arm fingertips hit.

Gradually, the ear-piercing howling sounds became more and more dense, and the ripples followed James's strokes or stabs all over his body. Looking at it now, it is not so much that he is covered with invisible wings, but more It's like the vigor of a knife slashing out of the palm of your hand.

  嗡.嗡.

James stepped on the outer edge of the cliff and crossed his body against the common sense of physics. He walked a few steps and rushed to a huge boulder leaning forward, and was lightly touched for a moment. any action.

   After a few seconds, there was a muffled beeping sound, and the stone that was enough to hug two people broke apart and fell from the edge of the cliff.

"Let's call it 'Fire Falcon Fist'. I don't know how to name it. The force and movement of this set of fists are rather strange. It seems that the force of chopping is actually twisted by the force of a spiral, like Falcons flipping their wings in the air."

  Watching Warren eagerly raised his arms to imitate the rhythm of his body just now, James continued to explain:

"The effect just played is the effect of ordinary people who have practiced the killing technique to the final stage of the first level, that is, the state of strength in the strength of boxing. I will teach you two here every day for the next three days. The basic boxing method and strength training method when you were young, it is up to you whether you can practice it in the end."

  Warren imitated the flushing of his cheeks after a few strokes, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, large beads of sweat instantly filled his forehead, and any movement of his body would draw the broken but never healed wings.

   James tilted his head and glanced twice, walked up to Warren and patted him on the shoulder and asked:

   "Are you sure it's not growing well?"

   "Well, anyway, all the tests that can be done have been done. The bone cells in the wings are very strange, and they don't have enough reproduction speed to complete the healing. Now they are a pair of big guys that get in the way."

  Warren raised his hand and wiped the sweat from the pain. He has become much more tolerant of pain these days, but Mr. Howlett nodded and smiled gently.

   "Since it's broken and can't be used, and it's still in the way, then—"

  Pfft! Pooh!

Warren felt a sudden lightness in his body, and his back felt chilly. After four or five seconds, he finally felt severe pain like severed limbs. He couldn't help howling, and knelt down on the ground with his fingers deeply embedded in the in the dirt.

James looked at the wings that he had cut off from the root with a wave of his hand, and a blood-red flame ignited in his palm. He wiped the wound on Warren's back, which was **** wide and as long as his forearm, and stopped the bleeding in an instant. .

  “. The brave cut off their wrists in order to live better. You can’t take them to continue training or even fighting. Don’t immerse yourself in regrets and memories.”

Warren was drenched in sweat as if he had been drenched in heavy rain, panting heavily like a bellows in his chest, stood up little by little with his thighs propped up, looked at the broken wings on the ground that were soaked in blood from their roots, and nodded firmly, He smiled brightly as if relieved.

   "I know I should put them down, but just like I didn't dare to jump off the clock tower, I didn't have the guts to actually do it. I'm still too cowardly, Mr. Howlett."

   "Don't underestimate yourself, you have already proved your courage and determination, I will lay another foundation for you—"

   Hum!

James was talking, when a black and red space portal in the mid-air obliquely in front of him suddenly cracked open, and a figure wearing a black and red full-body combat uniform with golden energy shining around him rushed out almost at the same time as the portal appeared, dazed Two or three meters above the cliff, he looked around subconsciously.

Although the visitor couldn't see her face wearing a helmet, the tight-fitting combat uniform outlined a woman's figure. Warren scratched his head and asked James, but this rather frightening visitor heard "Mr. Howlett" Afterwards, the golden glow suddenly exploded all over his body.

  Ma Well stared at the tall and handsome black-haired man with pupils filled with flames, and she pursed her lips tightly and did not dare to move lightly.

  “.The thief who bumped into the owner’s muzzle, hehe, let’s come down and chat.”

  Warren looked at Mr. Howlett with his hands behind his back and said loudly, blinking his eyes, he realized that something was wrong, and the air was strangely and awkwardly silent.

  Boom!

   Without any warning, Ma-Well raised her head and fled towards the sky without making a sound. James and her jumped up in a burst of air, grabbing the ankle of the thief who had triggered the Rubik's Cube protection.

   "I told you to come down!"

  Boom.

  James, dressed in comfortable casual clothes, smashed her to the ground with bright eyes, the cliff trembled heavily, stepped on the star emblem on the woman's chest, and said coldly with lowered eyebrows and eyes:

   "I don't like to talk nonsense."

The golden light on Ma Well's body, who was trapped in the rocks, became stronger and stronger, and the "negative quantum rings" on her wrists brought fine electric lights to flow all over her body, and she punched the staring man with a fist, and the torrent of energy suddenly burst into flames. Through the sky.

  The streamers of gold and red flashed away.

   "The member of the Supreme Kerry Empire Interstellar Operations Team, the leader of the 'Negative Quantum Ring', Ma Well, has met the guardian of the earth's humans. Your Excellency the 'Wolf Emperor'!"

  The smoke and dust dissipated, and the two figures standing in the sky above the sky were tens of meters apart and looked at each other. James listened to the opposite self-introduction, and the corners of his grinning mouth revealed some sharp canine teeth.

Delighted.