This time, it did not sway as violently as before.
Its body merely leaned back slightly before readjusting its posture. Its two limbs found their respective balance points in the air, the Poison Sting on its tail pressed down slightly as a counterweight, and its wings cut into the airflow at a subtler angle, diverting the powerful wind around either side of its body.
It hovered there like a stone pillar rooted firmly in a raging torrent. No matter how the surrounding winds howled and surged, its body held steadily in its original position.
The wind direction changed again—this time, a sudden upward spiral of air surged fiercely from below, carrying immense lift as it tried to raise Beedrill into the air.
Beedrill was lifted nearly two meters by the current, but it immediately adjusted the angle of its wings and leaned forward slightly, converting part of the lift into forward thrust and counteracting the upward momentum.
The wind direction kept changing. Xinhai observed from the control panel for nearly ten minutes, and only after confirming that Beedrill had basically adapted to the rhythm of level-five winds did he slowly turn the wind-strength dial back to zero.
The air vents in the Wind Chamber shut down one after another, and the low hum gradually faded as the air returned to calm.
Beedrill slowly descended onto the stone slab at the center of the Wind Chamber. Its two limbs landed firmly, its wings folded behind its back, and a satisfied gleam shone in its red compound eyes.
"Not bad." Xinhai pressed the access button, and the heavy metal door slid inward. He entered the Wind Chamber, crouched down to inspect Beedrill's wings and limbs, and asked, "Anywhere feeling uncomfortable?"
"Beedrill." (I'm fine.)
Beedrill shook its head, its antennae trembling slightly to