I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 940 The World of Trench

The talent of 'fire', though just a single word, is actually a genuine authority over fire, very similar to his power as the god of thunder.

This talent allows Fang Wuwei to control flames to a certain extent; he has a certain degree of authority over any flame, as long as it is fire.

However, the only drawback is that his Flame Authority is not of a high rank, and its rating in the system is one level lower than that of Thor's Power. Moreover, after obtaining this talent, Fang Wuwei did not feel any earth-shattering qualitative change or a surge of power. It was completely different from when he obtained Thor's Power. He just suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the fire burning on the kitchen stove.

With a thought, the flame broke free from the stove and slowly drifted toward him, much to Ella's bewildered expression.

This fiery authority is closely related to his strength. It is more than enough to deal with normal enemies, but it might not be enough against the fire god Sammer, or enemies with other higher authority levels.

As for the qualification mentioned in the system description, Fang Wuwei didn't care at all. The system description had been rambling and nonsensical more than once or twice, and it was never serious and had almost no reference value.

Fang Wuwei pursed his lips in slight annoyance, but this small annoyance quickly turned into relief and a hint of happiness. In any case, this talent came at just the right time. At the very least, it could be used for self-defense. With this, plus the artifact of the Dream God, he had the confidence to fight against Sammer.

Fang Wuwei even felt that he could use this opportunity to make Summer suffer a setback, as the other party would never expect that he, a Thor, would have the ability to control fire.

It seems the plan to defeat the Fire God can be put on the agenda as soon as possible, as long as Senior Sister Fennel is ready... I heard that she and the Dark Nightmare Envoy are about to finish what they are preparing. I'm afraid that in just two more days, he can go and deal with Sammer.

Fang Wuwei thought to himself, having gained a lot this time, he was in a very good mood. He even found the sunlight outside the window and the missed calls on his phone to be more and more pleasing to the eye. So he decided to go back to school in the afternoon and enjoy the school sports meet for the last time.

To be honest, although it's really unfair and unreasonable to bully noobs, it's a rare stress-relieving activity for him. It's not that he enjoys being the center of attention; on the contrary, he doesn't really like standing out from the crowd. He just likes the feeling of victory.

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"The weather is nice today."

On the long jump field, the newly acquired track and field team member looked up at the bright sun in the sky, nodded in satisfaction, and started warming up by stretching his arms and legs.

Track and field itself includes events such as walking, running, jumping, and throwing. This school has a track and field program for athletes, so the track and field department is one of the larger and stronger clubs on campus, and has a very high presence in the school sports meet.

In previous years, the track and field team had naturally swept all the championships in various track and field events, since that's what they do. If they couldn't win the school championship, their club would be out of business. But this year was an exception.

There was a monster... For some reason, the appearance of this monster broke the annual tradition, and the other guys were all utterly crushed.

Fortunately... he didn't have to confront that thing.

Thinking of this, the long jump track and field guys breathed a long sigh of relief and turned to look at the stands. There sat the sprint and long-distance track and field guys who had been outdone by Fang Wuwei yesterday. They were all sitting there with very unhappy expressions, staring intently at him.

"That guy's luck has turned out great..."

The two guys looked at their smug long jump teammate on the field with resentment, feeling quite unconvinced.

Yesterday, Fang Wuwei's abuse of them left them with psychological trauma. Although everyone comforted them and said they were okay, they still couldn't get over it. After a day, they finally let it go and thought that they would feel better if they could see other people's misfortunes today.

But of all things, that guy seems to be sick today and didn't come!

It seems he overexerted himself yesterday and can't exercise today... Hmm, that explanation makes sense. After all, if he were completely fine after yesterday's performance, we really need to consider whether superhumans truly exist in this world.

Fang Wuwei did not appear all morning. His name was called repeatedly during the roll call for multiple events, but he repeatedly fell silent. No one came when called, which led some sports departments that were originally hopeless to unexpectedly pick up a few precious gold medals.

Ms. Nanase was very restless and anxious all morning, especially worried about Fang Wuwei. After all, he had performed so well yesterday, it was normal for him not to be able to get out of bed today. He was probably seriously exhausted or even injured. If it weren't for Yuta stopping her, she would have skipped work to visit him long ago.

This really upset those who had been thrashed by Fang Wuwei yesterday. They had already adjusted their mindset and were prepared to watch everyone fail to win the gold medal, which would make them feel a little better... But what's with the thrashing after one day and then not showing up the next?!

What's so bad about that?! Are they just unlucky?!

The two guys were particularly upset when they thought about how they had lost all their dignity and confidence on the field yesterday, while others were enjoying gold medals today, even though it was all based on being humiliated yesterday.

"Well... at least we didn't tarnish the reputation of our track and field department. We might have something to offer when recruiting next year..."

In the end, the track and field team members sighed, relieved, and began to worry about Fang Wuwei instead.

After all, he's such a capable guy... It would be such a shame if he were ruined because of this.

"Alright, let's look on the bright side. At least we weren't completely wiped out. Let's take what we can get."

"Too......"

The two guys sat there, watching the track and field team members in the long jump looking so spirited, and thinking that if it weren't for Fang Wuwei, they would have been just as confident yesterday, they suddenly felt a little depressed.

So the two of them, holding their heads and looking utterly dejected, watched their track and field buddy take his run-up, jump, soar through the air, and finally land heavily on the sand.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he achieved excellent results, even breaking his own record.

Seeing this, the long jump track and field team members were in high spirits, laughing heartily as they returned to the stands and sat down next to the two guys.

"How was it? Wasn't your jump cool?"

"Handsome? All I saw was a fat maggot, clumsily wriggling in mid-air."

"The grace of your movements is no less than a plump dung flying out of the toilet and landing in the outhouse. It's so beautiful, buddy."

The two guys seemed to dislike this guy and moved to the side.

"Pah! You're all just jealous of me! Ah, this year's gold medal is still within my grasp, a piece of cake. Ah, being invincible, how lonely..."

"Next up, Class 3, Grade 2, Dongfang Konghong!"

The long jumper was still full of vigor when, in the next moment, the coach called on the next person.

This name is familiar to everyone. For those who are not competing, it represents absolute strength, but for those in the same stage of the race, it represents absolute misfortune. Upon hearing this name, the long jumper's breath hitched instantly. Although he acted as if he didn't care, it was undeniable that his heart skipped a beat at that moment, and he was indeed very nervous.

Because he knew perfectly well that as soon as this person came up, his personal record, which he had just broken, would instantly turn to ashes and become a stepping stone.

But the familiar silence returned, just like in the morning; names were called, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

The referee waited for a long time, called out several more times, and finally sighed regretfully, preparing to skip him and call on the next person.

Just then, the long jumper breathed a long sigh of relief, his face full of relief at surviving a close call. Just as he was about to finally smile, he heard Ms. Nanase's surprised and urgent voice from afar.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Class 2-3 is here!"

Ms. Nanase squeezed out from the back of the crowd, both surprised and delighted. She hurriedly called out to the teacher who was registering, and the words she uttered instantly made the long jumper's laughter catch in his throat.

The figure walking unhurriedly behind her made him and his two other buddies turn ashen-faced.

This...this BYD monster really came...and he looks really energetic and in a great mood, damn it, he's even laughing?! Warming up?! Warming up?! Did he warm up before?!

"It's over... my grades..."

The long jump track and field team member, like his two friends, was deeply desperate.

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