The next day, Godolkin University, sports training ground.
Colorful abilities flashed and roars rang out continuously, with the thick scent of sweat filling the air.
In the weightlifting area, Wade casually lifted a four-ton custom barbell in each hand, his blood-pumped arm muscles tensing slightly.
"Too light. It shouldn't be much of a problem to pick up another one."
He tossed the barbells down, but before they hit the floor, an invisible current of air caught them firmly, leaving them suspended in mid-air.
Immediately after, three more barbells of the same weight floated up as if gripped by several invisible giant hands.
Five barbells, totaling twenty tons, bobbed up and down under his control, steady as a rock... Each rise and fall brought a dull sound of breaking wind.
Others training nearby only glanced over or took a photo before looking away, already somewhat numb to this level of performance.
Luke walked over from the side, wiping sweat with a towel. "Whoa... Can you lift one more?"
Wade shook his head and continued to focus on his training.
"With this kind of control, moving a collapsed building wouldn't be an issue." Andre said, flying over while drinking water. "Seriously, you don't even need to wait until graduation. Just going around the country participating in rescue operations would make you famous enough."
Luke sat cross-legged on the ground and agreed, "You don't actually have to stay in school all the time. Plenty of people are snatched up by Vought before they even graduate because of their outstanding commercial value... As long as you show your face in public more, you'll be fully qualified to skip a grade and graduate after finishing your courses next year."
Staying on campus not only shielded him from scrutiny but also allowed him to travel freely at any time. Wade naturally had no intention of promoting Vought or being under their surveillance.
"There's no rush for that." He placed the barbells back in their original positions and looked at Luke. "How about we go up and practice? I've just figured out something new that might counter your abilities."
"Stop bragging." Luke smiled, his eyes glowing gold and a faint heatwave emanating from his hands. "That trick from last time, using cold air to condense frost, won't work on me."
"Whether it's bragging or not, we'll know once you try!" Andre laughed, pushing the two towards the central arena stage without taking no for an answer.
On the arena stage, the two stood facing each other, hovering half a meter above the ground in a standoff.
Air currents swirled around Wade as he waved his hands, sending out two five-meter-high mini-tornadoes. "I heard the school is putting together a periodic assessment plan for freshmen through juniors?"
"That's right, Professor Brink told me about it in advance." Luke dodged left and right, narrow streams of orange-red heat occasionally erupting from his palms. "The assessment will be a comprehensive score based on five dimensions: actual combat, simulated crime scenes, PR crisis management, commercial value assessment, and moral character... It's said to be for weeding out students in the academy who lack ambition."
"Haha, why do I feel like he's talking about me?" Wade deployed a Frost Air Shield in front of him.
Then, with him as the center, the air within a ten-meter radius hemispherical space was instantly evacuated.
In an instant, sound vanished, and the light became somewhat eerie due to the loss of scattering medium, forming an absolute cage of silence.
The spectators below only felt a pressure on their eardrums as air whistled past them; they could no longer hear any sound from the stage.
Luke's breathing tightened, and he quickly shut his mouth, backing away continuously in an attempt to escape the area.
The flames on his body began to burn fiercely. The energy explosion that should have been accompanied by a deafening roar and shockwaves now manifested as arcs of light and particles, constantly dissipating.
Wade moved around with ease. Even though there was no gas around him, white Compressed Air Bullets quickly condensed in his palms.
In the vacuum environment, several white light spheres with Cyclones shot out silently at high speed.
Luke raised his arms to block, using the explosive impact force as fire erupted from his feet to dash away, but his movements were unusually sluggish.
Wade stepped on the floor and pursued with his Vacuum Domain. His movements were unaffected by any resistance, making him extremely fast.
He threw punch after punch, forcing Luke to retreat repeatedly.
Luke's face turned red with frustration as his stamina and energy were rapidly consumed, and the flames around him grew dimmer and dimmer.
His eyes were filled with shock. He had powerful energy, yet he was being completely suppressed by the environment, unable to unleash it at all.
Wade, however, felt increasingly energetic. His Photoelectric Conversion ability continuously absorbed the light and heat dissipated by Luke to recharge himself.
Luke endured the continuously exploding Compressed Air Bullets, sniffing and greedily absorbing the escaping air, but his expression grew worse and worse.
Wade precisely controlled the residual gas within the domain, extracting most of the carbon dioxide surrounding Luke into his arm before throwing a punch.
Minutes later, Luke was forced to take several of these Gas Implosion Punches. With his arms bleeding and swollen significantly, he finally burst out of that despair-inducing vacuum zone.
The outside sounds and air rushed in, making him cough violently, like a drowning person who had just been rescued.
Luke was drenched in sweat, high-temperature steam rising intensely from his body. "This move of yours... is... indeed... powerful! You didn't even give me a chance to breathe."
Wade knelt on one knee, his face pale, and withdrew the domain at the right moment, panting heavily as if exhausted. "Still not enough. I can't hold it for long either."
Luke landed back on the stage and shook his swollen arms with lingering fear. "If you could maintain that indefinitely, who could possibly be your match?"
Wade stood up and let out a long breath. "It's hard. I need to breathe too; I can't just suffocate myself."
Of course, that was just a lie. He had a cellular-level light energy absorption and conversion ability beneath his skin, allowing him to maintain gas conversion within his body, enough to sustain a vacuum internal cycle for a long time.
His Vacuum Domain could reach seventy meters when fully expanded, with a rough gas sensing range of one hundred and forty meters.
Combined with gravity suppression, freezing restrictions, and blood bursting... under conditions of continuous oxygen deprivation, restricted movement, and no escape, any creature on Earth with strength equal to or below his would surely never return.
Wade looked at the awe-struck or wary gazes from below the stage and thought to himself, 'My physical strength and gas control are still at the second-tier level. Once I reach the fourth tier... I won't have to act so hard anymore.'
Andre threw dry towels to the two from below the stage and joked, "Brilliant! But Wade, you better use that ability carefully during the assessment. If you kill someone, you'll get a zero on your moral character evaluation!"
Wade took the towel and jumped off the arena. "No way, I don't want to go to jail."
The campus assessment was just a small stage he could get through with a bit of acting. His real targets were the high-level executives at Vought Tower and those Supes who aided them in their villainy.
As long as he could withstand Homelander's Heat Vision, fourth-tier melee attacks, and a comparable flight speed—achieving the goal of 'withstanding, defeating, and leaving no escape'—that day would not be far off.
Wade had already formulated a rough combat plan. He could test Heat Vision later with Homelander's obedient son; as for melee ability and physical strength, he would naturally learn about them from his close comrade Queen Maeve and delve into various data from the creator, Dr. Tim.
A gust of wind blew past as Jade skidded to a halt, holding up his phone and shouting, "Everyone, look! Vought is live-streaming about a new member of The Seven."
On the screen was the Vought+ live stream interface, showing a new face in a complete black-and-red uniform being interviewed.
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