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#511 - Chapter 509: Winged Hero

"It's starting, it's starting! This year's Rookie King is here to compete! I wonder if he'll act as cool as he did yesterday?"

"I heard he defeated his opponent while chewing bubble gum. Isn't that just too cool!"

"What's the use of being cool? This so-called Rookie King is facing our Iron Will Society! And today, our Iron Will Society has already defeated the Loving Heart Home. A mere Rookie King? We'll show you how he's defeated by the power of muscles!"

On the dark playground, everyone gathered to watch the exciting club battle.

Of course, the most eye-catching were the beautiful girls and handsome guys, followed by the players who already had their own fans.

As this year's Rookie King, Qi Jing naturally attracted a lot of attention.

After a day of fermentation, the story of his cool feats yesterday and the news of the Rookie King joining the Welfare Society had spread, and the energetic students all came here to watch the battle.

Of course, there were also many senior students who wanted to recruit him into their teams.

"The first match between the Welfare Society and the Iron Will Society begins now!"

Since one person cannot compete in the same match consecutively, Qi Jing could not participate in the sacred 1V1 duel. This time, the Welfare Society sent the eager sophomore, 'Wing-Bestower'.

The Welfare Society wanted to treat this match as a feast. Of course, they didn't just come to win. They were all here to strengthen their abilities.

However, Wing-Bestower's requirements were different from others' 'physical' conditions. As a student of the Support Division, his requirement was to 'bestow wings on others'.

Logically speaking, this kind of request should be very popular and could be done normally, not necessarily on the field.

But the wings he bestowed didn't just appear out of thin air, but grew from the flesh.

Tiny wings were born from the bone marrow, piercing through the white bones behind the shoulders, spreading into the flesh, and then breaking through the blockade of the back muscles, absorbing nutrients from the blood, slowly turning into a pair of two-meter-wide flesh wings.

For the person being bestowed with wings, his ability was a kind of extreme torment.

It could be said that stabbing two large iron plates into the back and piercing through the body was not as painful as this process.

Everyone who knew him often joked that he shouldn't be a student of the Support Division, but of the Combat Division.

This wasn't helping people fly, it was clearly pain manufacturing, the kind that even a Pain-Nullifying Armband couldn't prevent.

Normally, no one was willing to be messed with by him, so he had to come to this arena to inflict his ability on his opponents.

"Let me bestow wings upon you!"

"Ah, no! It hurts!"

The Iron Will Society sent a first-year muscle man whose ability allowed him to harden his body.

Normally, his ability could reduce damage and pain, but now it made him even more uncomfortable.

Because his body hardened, the wings needed more force to pierce through bone and flesh, and the speed would become extremely slow. In other words, the pain he endured was many times greater than others'.

Not to mention he wasn't wearing a Pain-Nullifying Armband.

At this moment, his brain was tormented by pain nerves to the point of wishing he were dead. He didn't even have the strength to stand up and could only twitch on the ground.

"Ah...er..."

His eyes rolled back, drool dripped, and his body trembled in waves. It was a miserable sight.

If he could speak now, the first thing he would say should be:

"I will never spend my points on muscle growth again! I want to buy a Pain-Nullifying Armband!"

The novice referee teacher next to him was also stunned. It was the first time he had seen this situation.

The Wing-Bestower on the left had been watching his opponent with his hands in his pockets since he came on stage, while the muscle man on the right had fallen to the ground and twitched from the start, with two small fleshy lumps bulging on his back, as if they were broken.

He didn't seem to have any ability to resist in this state, but that wasn't certain. He was still awake, maybe he could still stand up.

Let's start the countdown:

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven..."

Stop counting already! Can't you see what I'm like? Do you think I can still stand up or something? Just declare me the loser! Do you know how long these ten seconds are!

Under extreme pain, the muscle man completely fainted.

"Match over!"

Seeing the people from the Iron Will Society come to carry their teammate, Wing-Bestower still had his hands in his pockets and said to them:

"Once my ability is used, it can't be stopped. He will experience extraordinary pain within an hour until a pair of wings grows.

Although these wings can allow people to fly, they will consume a lot of energy in the body and interfere with daily life. I suggest you give him some anesthetic now and cut off the wings after an hour."

This was also why he didn't use his ability on himself. It was too uncomfortable.

In addition to enduring the pain of growing wings, these wings were not very useful.

Carrying wings not only consumed a lot of physical strength, but also made it difficult to walk normally. More importantly, they were flesh wings without feathers, looking like a bat demon from afar, ugly as hell!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to this arena to plant wings on others.

While increasing the total amount of source power, he wanted to see if he could upgrade his ability to level two, so that it would become painless growth, or separation from the body, or at least become feather wings.

"Wing-Bestower, your ability is really evil."

As soon as he stepped down, Hug Bear recalled his experience of being planted with wings by him.

If this guy hadn't brought anesthetic back then, he didn't know if he could have survived until now.

Later, the wings he finally grew couldn't fly because he was too fat, making him look like an idiot.

Wing-Bestower patted his arm and comforted him:

"It's okay, when my ability is upgraded in the future, I promise to make you fly."

Hearing this, Hug Bear shuddered and took several steps back.

He already had a psychological shadow from him. What was with the faint pain in his back?

"Next, the second match will begin! Please, both players take your positions!"

This time, the Welfare Society sent the 'Kneeling Rider Duo', Little Emperor and Shepherd.

Logically speaking, as long as the opponent didn't have any defensive abilities, they should be invincible.

But when they saw the equipment their opponents were wearing, both of them were stunned.

"We watched your match yesterday, and we guessed that you would be playing in the 2V2 match today."

"The pants we're wearing are made of metal and are very hard. We can't bend them with our strength at all. See how you make us kneel, hahahaha!"

Ah, this.

The Iron Will Society actually sent two people wearing steel straight-leg pants!

We've only used this combination technique once! You've already come up with a countermeasure, that's too fast!

Shepherd drew the saber from his waist:

"As expected, we still need to gain more experience to know our shortcomings, but your movement will be inconvenient. It's not like we don't have a chance to win."

The bald muscle man on the other side mocked:

"With your little bodies, have you seen our muscles? We can win even if we let you use your legs!"

"That's not certain!"

During their friendly exchange, it was unconsciously time for the match to begin. The referee teacher announced:

"Match start!"