Chapter 96 The Seed of Power
James picked up the hardcover book on the table and threw it over. Eric quickly caught it and looked at the cover—physics, the four fundamental forces of the universe.
"Science courses at school must be taken well. I will arrange tutors to tutor you in the future. It is best to study physics and mechanical engineering in the future."
Eric's face was sour. He didn't study hard because of the years of the war. Math and science classes were his biggest headaches. A few words from his father decided his miserable time in the future.
"Show me the controls." James raised his chin and motioned Eric to demonstrate his abilities with the metal spears piled up in the practice room.
The young Mr. Lanshere's complexion was complete, he raised his right arm flat, and opened his fingers. Twelve flat shuttle-shaped alloy blocks with a length of more than 30 centimeters and a width of 4 to 5 centimeters suddenly rose up, shuttled over in an instant, and surrounded Ai. Surrounded by Rick, like a school of silver fish in the sea.
Eric raised his left hand again, separated his fingers with his right hand, and crossed his hands. The twelve spears were divided into two strands, interlaced and back and forth. With Eric's flexible and inexplicable rhythmic fingers, the trajectory gradually became more and more complicated. .
Each of the twelve blue and black alloy darts has its own trajectory, just like a person making two different movements with his left hand and right hand, but at this moment, there are twelve kinds of movements at the same time.
The entire underground training ground was filled with the sound of fast moving metal, which made people dazzled for a while.
Emma looked at Eric, who was extremely serious at this time, and couldn't help being a little envious of such a magical ability, the invisible substance of spiritual power, which may never have such an impressive effect.
The speed of the metal spear is getting faster and faster, and Emma's sight can only capture the blue-black fuzzy lines in the space, as if every metal with its own unique trajectory is being continuously accelerated.
Om. Om. Om.
The roar in the space became louder and louder, and the violent air pressure agitated the hair and clothes of the three of them. Eric's face became more and more red, his mouth was tight, and his hands no longer needed to be danced. sides.
He seems to have rolled up a storm, standing proudly and alone in the eye of the storm, arrogant.
"stop."
James' voice pierced through the metallic roar that was almost on the verge of a sonic boom, and Emma couldn't help covering her ears, watching the spears gradually slow down, calm down, and surround Eric steadily, stagnated in mid-air.
"Not bad, the second stage has reached the edge."
Eric nodded excitedly. Today's father's exam made him suffocate, and he went all out to push the number and speed of control to his limit.
The entry to the first level of the evolution technique is to be able to agitate the spine, stand up the fur, and control the opening and closing of the pores.
Practice further and gradually, and be able to control the peristalsis of internal organs and intestines and stomach to a certain extent, even if you have entered the second stage.
The last thing is to control the qi and blood of the whole body, which can speed up or slow down the pumping of the heart, gather the qi and blood at one point, and basically subdue the body, which also has the basis for the practice of the second level of evolution.
"Improving the amount, weight, and speed of controlling metal is the most basic and superficial use of this ability. The following exercises should pay more attention to the research of magnetism and magnetic field, such as—"
James had a slight burst of red energy flames in his hand, and lightly shot at a metal spear floating in front of Eric, destroying his control position and flicking the spear into his hand.
He looked at the solid steel alloy, resting his palms on the tips of both ends, rotating his hands together, smooth and softly kneading the long metal dart into a plate-sized discus with extremely thin edges.
"Can you do it like me."
Eric swallowed subconsciously, and Emma on the side also stared dumbfounded. She couldn't imagine how solid flesh and blood and huge strength could crush the steel so easily.
"I, I'll try!"
Eric puffed up his chest, focused on a metal dart in front of him, grasped it with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. It seemed that the force of the body helped to change the shape of the metal.
After a long while, Eric's face was flushed, and even sweat dripped down from the top of his head. The metal spear gradually became shorter, like an oval sphere.
"Hoo Hoo"
He was panting heavily, and he had completely lost his strength. It was Eric's current limit to reach this level.
"Every substance has particle bonds, whether it is molecules, atoms or electrons, there are huge repulsive and attractive forces among these particles, which maintain the shape and structure of the substance."
James seemed to be a high school science teacher, and he started talking.
"It's actually very simple and rude to change shape by compressing force like me. Your ability should be able to manipulate chemical structures and transform substances from the category of chemical bonds."
Eric listened blankly to his father speaking various incomprehensible words. He seemed to feel that the good high school life was getting farther and farther away from him. Many girls had already started asking him out to play.
As the president of the school's student union and a top student with excellent grades, Emma thought about it, and was secretly shocked by Eric's mutation ability.
"So, go back and listen to me carefully. Your science tutor will be here next week. How far you can develop your abilities in the future depends on how well you study."
James carefully educated the depressed Eric in the end. According to the deduction of Zola and Dr. Erskine, as the electromagnetic force that constitutes the basic mechanical rules of the universe, it has unimaginable development space.
"Emma, how do you feel about your meditation recently?"
James turned his head to look at Emma Frost, the girl pondered for a moment, and said with some hesitation.
Emma looked at James worriedly, "I don't dare to try, I am worried that I will hurt the people around me, but without a target, it is difficult to feel the effect of spiritual power."
"You can try small animals or even various insects to see if it affects them. I can also help you practice. Don't worry, my 'brain' is hard to be hurt."
James smiled and nodded his brows, and then led them back to the ground. Barney, the driver of the manor, took Emma home. Her father recently started looking for "young heroes" in New York for her, which made Emma Ma wanted to escape from here more and more.
The new stage of training for the wolves went very smoothly. Colin Pitt became the head wolf of this generation. This result made everyone feel reasonable, but also somewhat unexpected. After all, judging from the selection rules, James Bain Steve was the one who won.
In the study of Edmund's old house, James is sitting alone behind a mahogany desk that has been preserved for a century. This study has never been moved since James' grandfather, old Mr. Howlett.
Even grandpa’s bedroom was kept as it was, with servants cleaning and maintaining it regularly.
James still prefers to stay in the old house, especially smoking a cigar alone in the study room, looking at all the antique furniture, tables, chairs, and bookcases, all of which are older than himself.
tuk tuk
There was a brisk knock on the door, James had already heard footsteps and knew it was Bucky.
"Come in."
Sergeant Barnes poked his head. He seemed to like this shoulder-length hair style. I don't know if he intended to imitate James, but he looked a little wild and unruly.
"Teacher, are you smoking?"
James glanced at him, continued to open the cigarette case, and took out a cigar cutter with exquisite craftsmanship from a metal box on the table.
Bucky has become a lot more courageous and thick-skinned since he formally became a teacher. He often comes here to ask all kinds of doubts and strange questions about boxing. He is indeed much more flexible than Steve.
When speaking normally, I am more and more accustomed to bringing the unique American slang of my hometown, Brooklyn, New York.
"I'll come, I'll come."
Bucky hurried up, took the cigar cutter, cut a cigar for James, and then lit it for him.
James swallowed his clouds with a half-smile, looked at Bucky with a flattering smile, and remained silent.
"Teacher, I heard that the first round of the Wolf Winter Plan will be implemented in two months?"
"Hmm." James said simply, without saying much.
"I heard that the new generation of wolves will accept the 'winter wolf' ceremony?"
"Um."
"Ahem." Bucky choked in embarrassment, and his face was distorted, he gritted his teeth, and finally said.
"I heard that there is another serum called 'Styx'?"
"Listen to Zola."
James smacked his mouth, seeing Bucky's already desperate appearance, he said clearly.
Recently, Bucky and Zola have had a lot of contact because of the Adamantium alloy arm. After all, the arm is still a basic prototype and needs the cooperation of users to do some tests and follow-up development research.
"Have you ever thought that Zola may just be purely curious about the effect of injecting 'Styx' on ordinary people?"
James simply asked Bucky, unable to tell what his mood was.
Many groups and departments of the Howlett family are relatively independent. Many scientists and researchers like the Wolf Pack and the Scientific Research Institute have no intersection with each other, and each has its own confidentiality regulations.
He was not annoyed that Dr. Zola revealed the existence of "Styx" to Bucky. Since the chief scientist of the former Hydra army was recruited, James knew his nature, and he had an irresistible ability to unknown scientific experiments. curiosity.
In fact, all outstanding scientists have such "problems". James has dealt with them too much and has long been used to it.
"I know, but I still want to try."
Bucky nodded earnestly, and added eagerly: "I believe I can make it through, and I'm not afraid of death."
"Ho!"
James sat up and flicked the cigarette ash, laughing a little exaggeratedly.
"You have to know, if I tell any little wolf cubs about the 'Styx', they will not be afraid, and they will definitely not choose ordinary serums, so why do you have it?"
"Teacher, I have nothing to worry about."
Bucky said something that should have been very sad, relaxed and with a bright and sunny smile.
(end of this chapter)