The referee of this match is the president of New York Transcendent Academy in a black suit, Ms. Kayla the Silver Fox, and the safety officer is Jean Gray.

The two glanced at each other, and the silver fox helplessly rushed up and slowly flapped his wings suspended in the air Warren said loudly:

"If you continue to unilaterally evade combat contact, you can only lose! Warren Worthington, do you deny losing?"

"Throw in the towel! We throw in the towel!"

Burst...

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

Kayla ignored Kurt, who was in a hurry, and just looked up at the "Bloodstained Angel" in the sky, the silver-gray alloy floor tiles crackling and sprinkling the blood from Warren's body, and the mottled and broken wings fluttered and dropped pieces of feathers.

"Teacher, I choose to continue fighting, this time... I'm not going to avoid it anymore!"

Kurt angrily slapped the energy mesh on the edge of the ring that isolated him from inside and outside, and even wanted to teleport in to bring him out, and shouted in a sharp voice:

"Worthington III! Your brain has been broken by a horseman! When did you, Young Master Kuo, suffer such an injury, hurry up and give Lao Tzu down! It's all you, who hurt me in front of my grandfather and my parents... I'm not like Laura, I've always been a good boy... Come down!"

Little Mr. Howlett scolded and his voice gradually lowered, lying on the sidelines and muttering quietly, but still yelling at Warren above.

"Angel" wiped his cheeks to look better, but the blood on his hands turned the white and handsome face, and the sweat and blood wet the flowing golden hair, but he still raised his chin proudly.

"Speaking of the word young master, is there anything more precious in the world than your young master cotter? Don't talk nonsense, if you really lose later, I'll blame you for influencing me!"

Sou!

Warren fluttered his wings and swooped down, kicking his legs, and before the butterfly could stand in front of him with the long knife of the competition, he was kicked out by Warren, who swooped down with a huge impact inertia.

He continued to flap his wings and fly low, the sharp bone that had curled up at the end and then poked down.

After a few more rolls in a row, Lingdie narrowly avoided the attack, his brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with disdain. With a flick of his left arm, a short-handled flail with a short thorn as long as a finger was condensed, and he twisted his body to slam the hammer into Warren's chest.

"Poof..."

The cracking of bones rattled with Warren's spurt blood.

After receiving this heavy blow, the angel Warren, whose lips instantly turned pale, kicked up and waved his wings on the ground, and swooped down on the spirit butterfly, like a white dove that was not afraid of death, and the broken white feathers scattered all over the field.

There was only one of the two-day games, which made the people watching feel a deep sense of tragedy.

"Jean! End the game and get them under control!"

Kurt's energy cage net buzzed and shouted to Jean Grey inside.

"I can't... Kurt, the game isn't over yet, Warren isn't in mortal or extreme danger, and I can't force it to end with my feelings."

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

Swish!

The rose-red whip of energy wrapped around Warren's wings again, but he seemed to forget the pain in his right wing and the creaking of cracks between his bones.

Twisting his body like this, Warren forcibly fluttered and flew up, carrying the spirit butterfly into the air, as if intending to smash her to the ground again.

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

Like the most dexterous high-altitude stuntman in the circus, Butterfly leaped up with a twist of her hips, grabbed Warren by the collar and pressed the energy-condensed dagger against his neck, but Warren was flying high enough.....

"Hey... It doesn't matter if you say I'm a wreck, but I'm always a member of the Super Academy, although here my God

It belongs to the grade of the tail of the crane, but..."

", what! Loosen! You're crazy!"

Warren's arms suddenly hugged the slender waist of the spirit butterfly, his pupils constricted his hideous face, and he suddenly gathered his wings in the sky more than a thousand meters high, and led her to turn over and turn her head upside down, falling straight down to the ground, and roaring madly:

"—I, Warren Worthington, can't disgrace the Academy! You've won, just treat me as a dead corpse!"

The charred feathers and mottled blood stains severed the huge pair of wings, and the swiftly falling wind crushed their ears, and both Butterfly and Warren raised their heads to see the silver-gray floor of the ring completely covered in sight......

Airplanes!

The figures of the two hugging each other were inches away from the Trigoin ring, and they floated in the air.

Thousands of meters in the air crashed down with the impact of speeding and accelerating, and then came to a stagnation, and the violent inertial reaction force made Warren and Spirit Butterfly faint together.

Neither of them has the physique of Colossus, and if it weren't for the protection of Qin's mental power, it would only take a few hundred meters to crash into a puddle of minced meat.

Referee Kayla didn't rush to determine the result, and after Jean put the two down, the medical team on the field immediately stepped forward to check on them.

The spirit butterfly is okay, except for a short period of fainting, there is no major problem, but Warren's soft right wing seems to be not lightly injured, the sternum is also broken, and there are more than a dozen wounds on his body, which were quickly taken down for treatment.

.........

"Hey... You learn from me, learn from me the tricks I used to deal with Peter, and you know that even if you fall, with Qin and so many teachers here, you can't really fall to your death, hum, and make a tough guy who is generous to death.... Damn it! You've got it again..."

Kurt took Warren, a close friend lying on a stretcher, and two doctors directly teleported to the academy's medical room, squatting on the hospital bed next to him with his shoulders unhappily, and kept rolling his eyes at Warren.

After figuring out these joints, Young Master Kurt suddenly felt that he had been blinded by the sincere emotion he had just had.

"Shhhh Oops! Hey, hey, hey... Why don't you say it, what is the effect on the spot? I, I knew I couldn't beat that spirit butterfly at all, so I thought about it for a while to figure out such a good way to be glorious despite defeat, and it was indeed inspired by seeing your movements."

Warren endured the pain of the doctor's cleaning of the wound, especially the slight attempt to move his right wing, which throbbed into the bone marrow, but he still said to Kurt with a hippie smile.

"Heh, the effect of the scene is great, how many people shed tears on the spot, I will give you a poignant and mournful singing background, I guess... Even my grandfather has to look at you twice."

"Really! Hiss... Doctor's tap... Kurt, are you serious, Mr. Howlett can be touched too? Treat me differently from now on?"

- Warren, who was too excited for time, propped himself up suddenly, and the sharp pain of the wing pull made him have to lie back obediently, looking at Kurt with an expectant look on his face.

"Ugh. Eighty percent of the time, my dad said that grandpa is old, and he is not as tough on the children now as he was when he trained his dad and Uncle Eric."

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

Where had he ever remembered so many thoughts from Kurt's mouth!

.........

"Hey, Asazzo, this little Warren, I remember that Kurt also brought it to the house to play, a very fleshy child, so backbone! Hello children, generation after generation is getting better and better..."

The Red Devil and Eric looked at Daddy's somewhat sad appearance, looked at each other silently, and sighed faintly almost at the same time:

"yes... Daddy, you're talking about..."