The orientation booth area.
The crowd of onlookers retreated in a large circle like a receding tide. Countless cameras were raised, aimed at the center of the battlefield, as the clicking of shutters and excited shouts rose and fell one after another.
"Fire Dragon, good job! Give these freshmen something to remember."
"Hey, isn't this just bullying?"
"Cool! I want to see blood flow like a river!"
Andre sat in a tree, shouting with a grin, "Stop fighting! Fellow students, we can talk things out... What if someone dies?"
"Relax, they won't die." A transparent man wearing glasses sat next to him, pointing toward the field. "See over there? The medical team and security are also just watching the show."
Someone in the crowd started shouting in a low voice, "Place your bets! Place your bets! Bet on how many minutes the freshman can last. Two-to-one for Fire Dragon, ten-to-one for the freshman."
Wade scanned the jeering crowd with cold eyes. Seeing that the enemies had entered his attack range, he immediately clenched his fists.
"Go die! You use—" Chance rushed at the front, his shouting coming to an abrupt halt.
"What the hell!" He was pulled up like he was being yanked by an invisible rope, hanging upside down in mid-air. "Ugh... Put me down if you have the guts!"
Chance slammed into the grass head-first, sliding for five meters. Grass clippings mixed with soil poured directly into his wide-open mouth.
This move immediately drew the attention of everyone around, and a wave of low exclamations rang out.
"What kind of superpower is this?"
"I don't know, never seen it... Is it gravity manipulation?"
"No... it should be telekinesis!"
Five meters away, Chance spat out the grass and dirt. His face turned visibly red, and the veins on his temples throbbed.
Being humiliated by a freshman in front of everyone made him completely lose his mind. He growled, "You dare disrespect me! Go die!"
Chance's Adam's apple bobbed as he suddenly opened his mouth wide.
Whoosh— Bang!
A wave of orange-red fire, carrying a scorched smell, gushed out. When it was still five meters away from Wade, it seemed to hit a transparent wall of air.
Buzz!
Ripples like water patterns appeared on the surface of the air wall. The flames were twisted into a spiral and shattered into a sky full of sparks.
A few sparks drifted into the crowd, making the people in the front row jump from the heat; most fell onto Chance's own school uniform, burning several large holes in it.
Wade screwed on the bottle cap, casually stuffed the half-finished bottle of water back into his pocket, and walked forward slowly, his right hand making a casual grasping motion.
The firelight on the cursing Chance instantly extinguished, and he fell to his knees.
His eyes widened, and his hands pressed tightly against his own neck. His face and skin tone turned a dark purple in an instant.
"Heh... ugh..." Chance's mouth and nostrils were wide open, but he couldn't inhale a single bit of air, as if he had been thrown into a vacuum.
Luke, with glowing eyes, flew in mid-air and frowned. "Hiss... Is that hypoxia? It looks so painful."
Kate lay on his back with an excited, mischievous grin. "Ho ho ho... even some suffocation play!"
Chance's two lackeys looked at each other and screamed, "Let's go together!"
One slammed both hands onto the ground, causing a cluster of forearm-thick stalagmites to thrust out from the earth; the other's fingertips burst with faint blue electricity, which shot out like a long snake.
Wade lightly tapped the ground with his toes, floating up half a meter, and casually waved his left hand to the side.
Whoosh—
A visible vortex of airflow formed instantly, swirling up fallen leaves and dust, directly engulfing the lackey who was discharging electricity.
"Ahhh..." The electricity lackey screamed incessantly three or four meters up in the air, spinning in the vortex like a ragdoll.
Immediately after, Wade lightly stomped his right foot.
Thud—
A dull sound rose from underground. Under extreme air compression, an invisible giant hammer smashed into the ground.
Crack—
The thrusting stalagmites all snapped in half. Stone fragments flew and hit the Stone Fist lackey. Just as he wanted to dodge backward, a heavy wave of air pressed down from above, flipping him over directly.
Thump—
The back of his head hit the concrete with a dull thud. The Stone Fist lackey's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
The entire process took barely thirty seconds.
Chance lay paralyzed on the ground clutching his neck, red marks from his fingernails clearly visible. His face had turned a deep purple, and his throat made a wheezing "he-he" sound. The lackey in the sky was still spinning in the vortex, his screams nearly losing their tone.
The onlookers froze in place, even their chatter and breathing becoming light. It suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of consecutive shutter clicks.
Waves of exclamations came: "He can control airflow... like a whirlwind!"
"The... the betting is canceled..." The person who had been shouting for bets earlier muttered and quietly retreated behind the crowd.
Wade floated above Chance, straightening his cuffs that had been ruffled by the airflow. Wagging his finger, he said condescendingly, "Is it fun?"
"Heh..." Chance was like a dying fish, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air, tears mixing with dirt as they flowed down. "No..."
"Fire Dragon?" Wade flipped his palm over and spoke in a flat tone. "In my domain, you can't even light a spark... Where did you get the courage to breathe fire at me?"
He raised his hand, aiming his palm at Chance and the others.
Whoosh— Whirr—
The surrounding air began to emit a slight hum, visibly converging toward his palm and compressing into a constantly rotating, distorted transparent sphere.
That was highly compressed air. Once fired, its power would be comparable to a cannonball.
Jordan Li instantly switched to his male form, stepped in front of him in a flash, and assumed a standard defensive posture, shouting sharply, "Enough! Do you want to kill someone on the first day of school?"
"We're all Supes, we're not that fragile..." Wade glanced at him, then looked at the surrounding crowd who were still tremblingly taking photos despite their fear, and dispersed the air sphere in his hand.
Puff— Hiss—
The airflow made two slight deflating sounds.
Floating in mid-air, he said coldly to Chance, who was slumped on the ground, "Remember my name, Wade Thompson."
"Or, you can also call me... 'Cyclone' (Aero-Vortex)."
"Next time you want to find trouble with me, remember to bring your own oxygen tank... if you think it'll be useful."
After saying that, the coldness in Wade's eyes dissipated: 'Boring. I really can't get along with these hot-headed kids.'
He looked at Jordan Li again and asked with a puzzled face, "Hey, Lee... can you take me to the freshman dorms?"
Jordan Li looked at this guy who could seamlessly switch between a thug and a lamb. Only then did he remember that during the interview four days ago, he also had this somewhat casual, non-aggressive look.
Jordan Li instinctively made a swallowing motion. "Oh... then, follow me."
After the two walked away, the entire square, after a brief dead silence, suddenly erupted in a huge roar of discussion.
"Cyclone (Aero-Vortex)..."
"What a terrifying, strong freshman!"
"Tch... It's more like Fire Dragon and those other sophomores were too weak. So damn embarrassing."
"Ah—! Cyclone is so cool and handsome! From today on, I'm the president of the 'Cyclone' fan club!" a freckled girl excitedly grabbed her companion's arm, the long tail behind her swaying back and forth.
The name "Cyclone," along with a crushing, multi-dimensional display of air manipulation combat, was deeply engraved in the minds of Godolkin University's new and old students, teachers, and online media on the first day of school... In the dormitory building, men and women of all kinds were coming and going, visiting each other.
Wade followed behind Jordan Li and saw his body outline blur extremely quickly, changing back to the slightly shorter female form.
'What the! So fast, I didn't even see it clearly!'
'I really need to investigate how to get his ability... how exactly does he change?'
Wade saw him walking faster and faster, as if he was going to leave him behind. He lightly tapped his foot and floated up, catching up.
Whoosh— Slap!
He avoided the crowd surging past and slapped Jordan's bare arm. "Wait for me..."
[Contact with high-concentration biological sample: Skin cells]
[Resolution 1%... Abilities: Superhuman Agility, Energy Blast [Basic Level]]
[Gene fragments recorded]
"Can't you fly?" Jordan Li glanced back at him but didn't shake his hand off.
Wade pulled on her sleeve and smiled, "There are too many people. What if I get lost? I have a bad sense of direction."
He slightly clenched his hand, feeling that fleeting, strange sensation: 'Strange... why can't her transformation ability be analyzed?'
Jordan Li snorted in annoyance and turned back to continue leading the way. "How did you... become so powerful in just a few days?"
"Because of you." Wade looked at her seriously and pointed. "That day I was knocked away by you, I was grounded for several days... I spent all that time thinking about practicing new moves."
"You figured it out in just a few days? Four days ago during the interview... you weren't faking it, were you?" Jordan Li squinted, asking with a suspicious look. "The speed at which that Air Cannon condensed was several times faster than before, and the range of your air manipulation has also increased."
Wade floated up the steps and muttered softly, "Didn't I only realize it after fighting you?"
"..." Jordan Li rolled her eyes and punched him in the chest several times. "Then why didn't I realize anything?"
"It'll happen. How about we find a chance to spar?"
"Hmph, as if I'm afraid of you, my defeated opponent!"
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