Chapter 93 Winter Wolf (Part 2)
On the precipitous snow peak, in a not-so-big open space, the thirteen young men who finally climbed to the top of the wolves knelt down on one knee to salute James Howlett, and looked at each other.
Remus Pete walked to the middle and said, "Anyone who wants to compete for the 'Chief Wolf' can stand up."
Most of the people breathed a sigh of relief, they thought this would be a forced melee.
Opper hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and walked out. Bucky shrugged his shoulders. Now that we have reached this point, there is nothing more than another fight. He has gradually lost his opponents these days, and there is only one person who is always invincible.
Colin Peet looked at Opal, Bucky, and a black-haired young man with a strong but not tall body, and smiled slightly.
He is the son of Remus, the strongest among the young wolf pack candidates of this generation. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is close to 1.9 meters tall. He doesn't look strong, but he is well-proportioned.
Climbing the cliff of more than a thousand meters, he was the only one who completed it alone, and it was even quite easy. He reached the peak in a short time ahead of everyone else, and his killing technique was only one line away and reached the third stage.
Since he was young, Colin had Remus, who entered the second floor, taught by his reborn father, and his skills and physical fitness were much higher than those of his generation.
The trial of the wolf pack is, after all, an internal selection within the family, rather than a cruel screening of 'raising Gu'. If you can climb the cliff, you are already qualified to become an official member of the wolf pack and enter the next stage of training.
These young men's life is mainly to learn cultural knowledge, practice boxing and kung fu, and be familiar with various weapons and equipment, all of which are focused on the improvement of personal abilities.
And this trial will transform them from individual 'lone wolves' into a cohesive group, and then continue the practice of team combat and cooperation, becoming a real pack of wolves that hunt together.
So the selection of the head wolf is voluntary, which was unknown to everyone at the beginning, and they were led to the illusion that "only one person can be left behind".
The four of them looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding almost at the same time. The one-armed Bucky, Opal, and another stout black-haired youth faintly approached, and the three surrounded Colin Pete in the middle.
Colin shook his shoulders, as if he was relaxing.
Shua! Without waiting for the three of them to make a move, they took the lead in attacking.
He stepped forward and raised his high legs. The pumped air crackled, and he slammed it like a whip at the sturdy man like a millstone. The latter raised his arms as thick as the thighs of ordinary people and took the blow hard .
First gnaw the hard bones, try our best to win the most resistant black-haired youth, and don't give them a chance to entangle.
Pfft, unimaginably head-to-head, Colin's whip kicked up but made a dull and soft sound, like a pillow falling to the ground.
But "Mopan" felt as if struck by lightning, his shoulders and elbows softened a bit, and his muscles and joints ached like countless needle pricks.
Colin Pete's second-stage dark force penetrating blow can already be released between his fists and feet at will, he only needs to get through the last key of the face.
He punched again without any reservation of strength, and he was half useless in a flash.
Bucky and Opal reacted immediately and rushed forward. They didn't expect that most of their combat power would be blown away in just a moment of "grinding". Bucky still dodged up and down, attacking the waist and lower body, and Opal was on top. And Colin dismantled the boxing moves.
Eric Lanshere looked at the roaring fists and kicks of several people, culling them fiercely, and his fur exploded with excitement.
Fist-to-flesh combat can most arouse people's blood, and the young Eric couldn't help but want to practice killing techniques instead.
Compared to the killing technique that specializes in combat skills and strange damage, the evolution technique practiced by mutants is much gentler.
Although there are also fist and kick fighting exercises, they are more focused on body control and the discovery and control of self-abilities. Apart from the mutant abilities of the flesh system, they are not good at close combat.
Of the three people on the field, the black-haired young man whose arm was crippled the first time had already fallen down, Opal was still struggling to hold on, Colin's punches and kicks were too powerful, as long as he hit them, he would convulse like an electric shock, and all of himself The second-stage damage that can't be hit a few times cannot form an effective counterattack.
Boom!
Colin snorted. He raised his knees as a shield and blocked Bucky's punch to the abdomen, but the shin of the calf, which was so hard that it could easily break the stone pillar, felt a severe pain like breaking it.
Bucky's fists are getting heavier and heavier, and his force technique is different.
James once told Bucky that if his body and footwork are well practiced, he will teach him something else.
Different from Steve’s shield boxing that flashed around his body, Bucky practiced the “heaviest” fist, which erupted with energy and blood in the body, and chain-like falling star fist from the toes to the calf and back.
Opper's pressure was greatly reduced, and Colin began to focus on Bucky, who could pose a huge threat to him.
This one-armed Barnes actually has such a heavy fist. Although the single-armed output frequency is limited, and the power of the punch is obviously a little later, but the lethality is significant.
Om, Om.
Bucky lowered his head and dodged past Colin's swung arm, making a dull hum in the air. Colin's arm seemed to become loose and a little soft, but it was like two iron whips when he swung it out, scratching the top of Bucky's head. The raw pain.
"Shouldn't be bald."
An inexplicable thought flashed in Sergeant Barnes's mind. He even doubted whether the scalp was still intact. Colin twisted his hips and opened his arms, spinning like a wheel and hitting him with a whip.
The howling wind and snow seemed to be blown away, and Ba basically backed away. He wanted to squat down and change positions, but the route was blocked. There was a cliff behind him, and there was no way to retreat.
"Ho! Get up!"
Colin's waist was surrounded by Opper from behind. He clasped his hands together, pulled up Colin's body on the spot, leaned back to make a bridge, and pierced Colin's head against the rock like a green onion.
This kind of grappling wrestling rarely appears in normal sparring, but when it is used suddenly, it has a miraculous effect.
Colin propped his hands over his head on the ground, firmly protecting his head and neck, twisted his hips and spun upside down, and escaped Opper's embrace. Taking advantage of the inertia of the twist, Colin flung his legs lightly on the side of his neck, kicking Opper unconscious.
He turned around and turned around, and Bucky's heavy fist pierced his eyes.
Bang!
Colin hastily crossed his arms in front of his body, but he was numb for a while. This painful feeling was originally brought to others by him just now. many.
Boom! boom! boom!
Bucky punched him like a blacksmith, hammering the iron ingot heavily and rhythmically.
Colin was blown away by a punch. Although Bucky's attack was not fast and violent, every punch was no fancy, whether it was blocked or blocked, it went towards your body.
Colin was overwhelmed, more and more unable to resist, a mouthful of sweet blood poured out, pressed his chest and sprayed out, and his face was ashen and tired on the ground.
His internal organs have been damaged by too heavy a blow.
"Hoo Hoo. Hoo."
Baki raised his head, staggered, his fists were tremblingly held in front of him and refused to let go, his vision had begun to blur, and his mind was spinning.
The wind and snow became lighter, and everyone's ears were suddenly quiet, except for the sound of breathing like a bellows.
The rise and fall of Bucky's chest became slower and slower, snowflakes fell on his long hair and shoulders, and the white mist from his mouth became lighter and weaker.
He finally put down his fist, and finally took a look at the unobstructed white mountains under the snow peak.
His eyes darkened and he fell down.
"hiss"
Baki stared drowsily at the blue-gray stone ceiling. His head was heavy and his eyes were narrowed. After a while, he realized that he was in the underground palace of the old house.
The left arm, which had been healed completely for more than a year, felt a tearing burning pain, and a strange and strange tactile sensation.
"Coffey has healed your injury. The current pain is a necrosis and re-stimulated muscle nerve response, and you will get used to it slowly."
Bucky turned his head and saw Mr. Howlett sitting beside the alloy console, writing something. He tried to get up, but his left side was extremely heavy, like a heavy solid steel ball.
crunch
There was a sound of grinding teeth, and the edge of the alloy bed under Bucky was pinched and deformed into a ball. He looked down subconsciously.
A metal palm spread out in front of his eyes.
(end of this chapter)