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Chapter 38 I'm Going to Fight Ten

"What? Hawking? You're saying you're not going to class? How can that be?"

Storm looked at Hawking with a serious expression.

Professor X, who was standing nearby, also offered his advice:

"Young Hawking, strength isn't everything; we learn to enrich our minds."

"Um, you've misunderstood. What I meant was that I've already learned all the high school material, so I don't need to learn it again. I just want to spend more time on how to control my abilities."

Listening to Professor X rambling on and on, Hawking quickly raised his hand to explain.

After returning to school in the evening, he planned to begin the extreme training method of the Turtle Hermit School and train his body rigorously.

Unfortunately, as soon as he arrived at the training room in the school's basement, he was dragged over by Storm.

They said the school would resume normal classes tomorrow, and they needed to understand his previous learning progress to see which group of students he would be assigned to study with.

The mutant school primarily teaches mutants how to adapt to and develop their abilities, but it also teaches all the subjects that are taught in normal schools.

They belong to the type that develops morally, intellectually, physically, and aesthetically in an all-round way.

So people like Storm, Phoenix, and Cyclops, even if you disregard their mutant abilities, are all accomplished individuals in other areas as well.

Phoenix has even published numerous papers on genetics and sociology, and once debated with lawmakers at a government meeting in New York regarding the mutant registration bill.

But he had no intention of developing in that direction. Even if he became like Iron Man, he still couldn't defeat Thanos one-on-one.

Moreover, he has a very clear understanding of his own intelligence.

Instead of wasting time attending classes with a bunch of kids, it's better to seize every minute and second to become stronger.

In the Marvel universe, where planetary and cosmic destruction are commonplace, only overwhelming power matters; everything else is secondary.

"Have you already learned all of this?"

Professor X turned to look at Storm, who immediately pulled over the office blackboard and quickly wrote down a problem related to quadratic equations.

Hawking glanced at it and quickly picked up his pen to give the answer.

You might say he can't solve very advanced math problems, but he has a firm grasp of junior and senior high school math knowledge. Countless test papers and countless exams have long been ingrained in his bones.

"The answer is correct, and the solution was fast, but did you omit some steps?"

Storm nodded, then added some more steps next to Hawking's answer.

Hawking was also taken aback when he saw this:

"Can't those be done mentally?"

Then it suddenly occurred to him that the basic mathematics taught abroad was similar to what he had learned, except that they didn't seem to have multiplication tables or test-taking skills.

"Mental arithmetic... It seems you have a great talent for mathematics, but that's not enough."

When Bao Feng heard that Hawking had simplified those steps using mental arithmetic, he was also impressed. Children of Hawking's age are not usually so good at mental arithmetic.

So she continued to give some even more difficult questions.

However, no matter what questions she asked, they were all within the scope of junior and senior high school, so they were not difficult for Hawking. In fact, he felt they were much simpler than the questions he had taken in school.

And so, an hour later, Storm and Professor X looked at Hawking and sighed together:

"A genius, absolutely a genius!"

At only twelve years old, he can already easily solve most of the junior and senior high school problems, which can definitely be called genius.

"So... I don't have to go to class anymore, right?"

Hawking shrugged.

"this"

Professor X hesitated slightly upon hearing this.

Upon seeing this, Hawking's tone became firmer:

"Professor, I know exactly what I want. The outside world is not peaceful, and I need to master my abilities as soon as possible so that I can better protect the school."

"Okay, but I still hope you can take some time to take music or art classes with everyone, and relax a bit."

In the end, Professor X compromised.

Hawking was different from other children, and he could not be treated entirely as a child.

"We'll see. Since there are no problems, I'm going to train."

After giving a perfunctory reply, Hawking immediately rushed out of his office.

He had eaten and drunk his fill during the day, and his body was full of energy. Now he urgently needed to train to convert the energy from the food into his own strength.

"Scenario simulation, start!"

Inside the underground combat simulation training room, after Hawking input a series of requirements, the entire training room underwent a dramatic transformation.

The once smooth metal floor has been transformed into city streets, and the enclosed walls on all four sides have been replaced by skyscrapers.

Immediately afterwards, five burly men wielding steel pipes emerged from the dark corners and surrounded him with menacing expressions.

Fuck him!

Five burly men roared and charged at Hawking, wielding steel pipes.

Holding an adamantium rod, Hawking gritted his teeth and roared as he charged forward, engaging the five burly men in a fierce battle.

At the same time, he secretly marveled at how amazing the school's advanced technology was. The simulated thugs were almost indistinguishable from real people, and even the pain from the weapons hitting him felt incredibly realistic.

How can Saiyans increase their strength as quickly as possible?

Of course, it's combat. The more intense and fierce the combat, the better. If it's a battle that can bring you to the brink of death, that would be the best. If you survive, your strength will definitely increase significantly.

With his current strength, having only possessed Saiyan blood for a little over two months, and not counting the protagonist's template, he's only slightly stronger than the average person. If he were to engage in a life-or-death battle, he might actually die.

He definitely wouldn't do something so mindless.

Moreover, he has already established a persona of being extremely powerful in the eyes of the outside world, such as S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, so it wouldn't make sense for him to get beaten black and blue in battle.

Fortunately, the school's combat simulation room perfectly solved this problem, allowing him to fight to his heart's content.

Even if you get beaten half to death here, you can go to the medical room run by Phoenix Girl. With the high-tech equipment and the Saiyan's regenerative abilities, there shouldn't be any problems.

The premise is that you have to be tough on yourself.

There was nothing he could do; it was because he had Goku's Saiyan bloodline, not Broly's.

When Goku was born, his power level was only 2, while Broly's power level was over 10,000 at birth.

An hour later, Hawking, bruised and battered, staggered into the medical room and collapsed to the ground under Phoenix's panicked gaze.

An hour later, Hawking, now awake, jumped off the medical bed to Phoenix's astonishment, waved casually, and left the medical room.

"This time, I'm going to take on ten!"

(End of this chapter)