I Want to Fight Ten

"What, Hawking? You said you didn't want to attend classes? How could that be okay?"

Storm looked at Hawking, her expression somewhat serious.

Professor X, standing beside her, also tried to persuade him:

"Little Hawking, strength isn't everything. We study knowledge to enrich our minds."

"No, you misunderstood. I mean I've already learned all the middle school material, so there's no need to learn it again. I just want to spend more time figuring out how to control my abilities."

Listening to Professor X go on and on, Hawking hurriedly raised a hand to explain.

After returning to the school that evening, he had planned to begin the Turtle Hermit Style's extreme training method and put his body through a brutal workout.

But the moment he arrived at the underground Training Room, Storm dragged him away.

She said the school would resume normal classes tomorrow, and they needed to assess his previous academic progress before deciding which group of students he should study with.

Mutant School mainly taught Mutants how to adapt to and develop their abilities, but it also taught every subject covered in ordinary schools.

It was the kind of school that promoted well-rounded development in morality, intellect, physical fitness, and the arts.

That was why people like Storm, Phoenix, and Cyclops were all accomplished in other fields as well, even without considering their Mutant abilities.

Phoenix had even published quite a few papers on genetics and sociology, and had once debated lawmakers at a government meeting in New York concerning the Mutant Registration Act.

But Hawking had no desire to develop in that direction. Even if he became like Iron Man, he still wouldn't be able to defeat Thanos one-on-one.

Besides, he had a very clear understanding of his own intelligence.

Rather than wasting time attending class with a bunch of little kids, he might as well seize every second to grow stronger.

In the Marvel Universe, where planets and even universes could be destroyed at any moment, only great strength truly mattered. Everything else was fleeting.

"You've already learned it all?"

Professor X turned to Storm. Storm immediately pulled over a small blackboard from the office and quickly wrote a problem involving a quadratic equation.

Hawking merely glanced at it before swiftly picking up a pen and writing down the answer.

He might not have been able to solve overly advanced math problems, but middle and high school mathematics came easily to him. Countless practice papers and examinations had long since been engraved into his bones.

"The answer is correct, and you solved it very quickly. But didn't you skip a few steps?"

Storm nodded, then added several more steps beside Hawking's answer.

Hawking was taken aback when he saw it.

"Couldn't you just calculate those in your head?"

Then he suddenly remembered that the basic mathematics taught abroad was similar to what he had learned, except they apparently did not have multiplication tables or certain exam-taking techniques.

"Mental calculation... It seems you have quite a talent for mathematics, but that alone isn't enough."

Seeing that Hawking had simplified those steps through mental arithmetic, Storm's eyes lit up. Children Hawking's age were rarely this good at mental calculations.

So she continued giving him more difficult questions.

But no matter what questions she gave him, they remained within the middle and high school curriculum. Naturally, none of them were difficult for Hawking. He even felt they were far easier than the questions from the exams he had taken back in school.

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

"A genius. An absolute genius!"

At only twelve years old, he could already solve most middle and high school problems with ease. He could absolutely be called a genius.

"So... I don't have to attend classes now, right?"

Hawking spread his hands.

"This..."

Professor X revealed a trace of hesitation.

Seeing that, Hawking's tone became firm.

"Professor, I know exactly what I want. The outside world isn't peaceful. I need to master my abilities as soon as possible so I can better protect the school."

"All right. But I still hope you can spare some time to take classes like music and art with everyone else. It will help you relax a little."

In the end, Professor X compromised.

Hawking was different from the other children. He could not treat him entirely like a child.

"We'll see. Since there's no problem, I'm going to train."

Giving a perfunctory reply, Hawking immediately rushed out of the office in a hurry.

He had eaten and drunk his fill during the day, and his body was brimming with energy. He urgently needed training to convert the energy from that food into his own strength.

"Scene Simulation, activate!"

Inside the underground Combat Simulation Room, after Hawking entered a series of requirements, the entire room's scenery immediately underwent an earth-shaking transformation.

The originally smooth metal floor became city streets, while the enclosed walls on all sides turned into towering buildings.

Then, five burly men holding steel pipes emerged from those dark corners and surrounded him, their faces full of hostility.

"Fuck him!"

With an angry roar, the five burly men charged at Hawking together, steel pipes raised.

Hawking gripped the Adamantium Alloy Long Staff, gritted his teeth, and let out a roar as he charged forward as well, clashing with the five burly men.

At the same time, he inwardly marveled at how amazing the school's advanced technology was. Those simulated Thugs were almost indistinguishable from real people. Even the pain when their weapons struck him felt incredibly real.

What was the fastest way for a Saiyan to increase his strength?

Naturally, battle. The more intense and brutal the battle, the better the results. If it was the kind of fight that could beat him to the brink of death, that would be best of all. As long as he survived, his strength would definitely increase dramatically.

With his current strength, having obtained the Saiyan Bloodline only a little over two months ago, he was only somewhat stronger than an ordinary person without counting the Protagonist Template. If he truly entered a life-or-death battle like that, one mistake might actually get him killed.

He certainly could not do something so brainless.

Besides, he had already established an image of overwhelming strength before outside forces such as S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. It would not make sense for him to go out fighting and return battered and bruised.

Fortunately, the school's Combat Simulation Room perfectly solved that problem, allowing him to fight to his heart's content here.

Even if he was beaten half to death here, he could go to the medical room under Phoenix's care. With those high-tech treatment devices and a Saiyan's recovery ability, there would basically be no problem.

The prerequisite was that he had to be ruthless with himself.

There was no helping it. After all, he had obtained Sun Goku's Saiyan Bloodline, not Broly's Saiyan Bloodline.

Sun Goku's Combat Power at birth had only been 2, while Broly's had exceeded ten thousand the moment he was born.

An hour later, Hawking, bruised, swollen, and covered in injuries, staggered into the medical room. Under Phoenix's panicked gaze, he collapsed onto the floor.

Another hour later, the awakened Hawking jumped up from the medical bed under Phoenix's dumbfounded gaze, casually waved his hand, and left the medical room.

"This time, I want to fight ten!"