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Chapter 102 Instructional Lesson: McCa personally takes the lead.

"When facing an enemy attacking from the rear, our actions must be quick, accurate, and decisive."

"Upon discovering an enemy's sneak attack, all the muscles in your body must be activated. By twisting your body and using the power of your waist, you can dodge while simultaneously launching a powerful counterattack."

On the lush green grass, Logan was giving a lively lesson to his students, explaining the key points of each move and how to deal with various situations.

While speaking, he also demonstrated these actions and explained some of the important points.

Opposite him, rows of students sat on the soft grass, listening attentively to Logan's lecture and trying to remember the important points.

After demonstrating the standard movements, Logan looked at the crowd and called out, "Caliban, come up here and demonstrate for the students."

Sitting among the students, Caliban looked helpless. "Why is it me again?"

Caliban is poor at fighting and has little defensive ability. Although he is a mutant, in terms of combat strength, he is probably not even as good as a normal adult.

In order to increase his chances of survival in dangerous situations, he would always come to sit in on Logan and Victor's classes, hoping to learn a trick or two to deal with future crises.

However, his arrival became the best demonstration tool for Logan and Victor. After explaining each action, they would basically have Caliban come up and act as the tool.

"Stop talking nonsense and get up here."

Logan waved to Caliban, picked up a training rubber dagger from the ground, poked it in his palm to make sure it wouldn't hurt anyone, and then tossed it to Caliban as he approached.

"You attacked me from behind."

After saying that, he turned his back to Caliban and shouted to the students, "Students, watch carefully and remember all my moves."

The students immediately held their breath, their eyes fixed on Logan and Caliban.

Caliban stood behind Logan, brandished his soft dagger, and thrust it forward with great force.

The instant he made his move, Logan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Almost instinctively, he twisted his waist and legs to the side, dodging the attack. At the same time, he swung out a hand and accurately grabbed Caliban's outstretched wrist, twisting it gently.

Caliban winced in pain, cried out in pain, and the soft dagger slipped from his hand.

At the same time, Logan quickly reached back with his other hand, gripped Caliban's waist tightly, and twisted his body sharply, using the strength of his waist to slam Caliban heavily to the ground.

*Clap clap clap clap!*

Seeing Logan's clean and efficient movements, the students couldn't help but applaud enthusiastically.

Logan's movements were swift and precise, almost simultaneous, possessing a unique aesthetic beauty.

Logan smiled, reached out and pressed down, and the applause gradually stopped.

He looked at the children and nodded, saying, "Alright, that's all for this lesson. Now, practice this movement with yourselves. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."

After a pause, he added, "Be careful during practice, and don't get injured."

The students nodded, stood up from the grass, and began practicing the movements Logan had just taught them.

They all studied very seriously and practiced with great enthusiasm.

However, such fighting techniques seem a bit too easy for students with great strength.

After all, brute force can overcome any skill; with enough strength, one can lift an enemy from behind without much technique.

As for the students who were weaker, it was a problem. They couldn't throw the enemy at all and could only try to recall Logan's movements step by step and figure out the key points on their own.

However, everyone studied very hard, and even though some students were hurt from falling, they did not think of giving up training.

Seeing this, Logan couldn't help but show a look of relief on his face. At the same time, he looked down at Caliban lying on the grass and kicked him with his foot.

"Stop pretending to be dead. With grass this soft, even the professor would be fine if he fell, let alone you."

Hearing Logan's words, Caliban curled his lip in disdain, turned over, and complained, "Even the softest grass can't withstand being thrown around every day. You and Victor always use me as a punching bag."

As he spoke, he got up from the ground and dusted off his hands.

"Alright, hurry up and find a free student to spar with. Instead of complaining, you should learn more moves so you can at least put up a fight if you get into danger."

Logan shook his head speechlessly. Caliban's current strength was too weak; he definitely needed to train properly.

"There are hardly any students with free time left."

Caliban looked around and found that most of the students had already found training partners.

Logan also helped look around, but his gaze was fixed on a lone figure on the grass not far away.

She was sitting alone on the grass, gazing at the lush green forest, her chin resting on her hand in a daze.

Seeing her like this, Logan frowned and said to Caliban, "Find it yourself, or practice on your own if you can't."

After saying that, he walked towards that figure.

"Clarice, why aren't you at training?"

He walked up behind the girl and asked her curiously about her back.

This girl is Clarice, the mutant who was rescued by him and Victor, and is a space-age mutant.

Clarice glanced back at Logan, her delicate face filled with disappointment. "I don't think I have the talent for training."

Logan noticed the girl's emotional distress, sat down beside her, and encouraged her, "How could that be? As long as you keep training, you'll get stronger no matter what."

"But I've already tried my best."

The girl's face flushed red with grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes. "But I can't even control my own mutant ability. I've been here for so many days, and my friends who are younger than me are improving every day, but I'm the only one who's not making any progress."

Her voice trembled slightly with tears as she turned to Logan with red, swollen eyes. "Mr. Logan, am I really that incompetent?"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks, her aggrieved, heartbroken, and resentful expression vividly displayed on her delicate face.

She has been at the shelter for almost half a month now, and during this time she has been attending classes every day and carefully experiencing her own abilities.

But the result was that there was no progress at all. She still couldn't master her abilities. Even many children could play with their abilities in a variety of ways, but she still couldn't control her spatial power.

This made her feel incredibly frustrated and even inferior, and she didn't dare to mention the training to the other children.

"Of course not."

In response to the girl's concerns, Logan shook his head firmly, patted her shoulder, and encouraged her, "You are a space-type mutant. This ability is rare and powerful, which means you are already quite talented. You just need a catalyst to grow. Once you master this ability, you will definitely become a very powerful mutant."

This wasn't him making things up to the girl; on the contrary, he was telling the truth.

Clarice's mutant abilities are extremely powerful; aside from Level 5 mutants and Omega mutants, her spatial abilities are virtually unmatched.

It can tear open spatial rifts at will, allowing for arbitrary teleportation; once fully mastered, it can even traverse time and space...

If a girl doesn't have talent, how could she possibly awaken such an ability?

"Really?"

Perhaps Logan's encouragement worked; Clarice stopped sobbing and looked at Logan expectantly, "Can I really become strong?"

The girl rarely received praise, but upon hearing Logan's compliment and being told that she would become very strong, her disappointment immediately vanished, and her moist eyes revealed great anticipation.

"certainly."

Logan nodded again without hesitation, then added, "But before that, you have to find a way to control your abilities. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the ability is, if you can't use it, it's like having a gun but no bullets."

Upon hearing this, Clarice instantly fell into despair, and the tears that had stopped falling started again. "I've tried so hard to understand, but I just can't control my abilities."

If the training had been effective, she wouldn't be so disappointed. But so much time has passed and the training hasn't yielded any results, which has plunged her into deep self-doubt.

"You need to relax."

Logan smiled and comforted him, "Mastering skills can't be rushed. Right now, you're like someone stuck in a quagmire. The more anxious you are and the more you struggle, the less you can get out. You have to calm your mind, find a point of peace and tranquility within yourself, focus your attention, and think about where you want to go."

After saying that, Logan patted the girl on the shoulder. "Come on, learn from me, close your eyes, take a deep breath, don't be nervous, and feel the peace within."

As he spoke, Logan closed his eyes, demonstrated a deep breath, and exhaled deeply before continuing, "Discard all distractions, focus only on the place you want to go, and try using your ability."

Clarice watched Logan's movements, closed her eyes in suspicion, and imitated Logan's long breaths before slowly spreading her hands apart in front of her.

In an instant, ripples appeared in space, and the next moment, a deep crack appeared before our eyes.

The girl opened her eyes, but after glancing at the destination of the teleportation, she instantly felt disappointed.

The distance of this portal is at most twenty meters.

She angrily waved her hand, closing the portal directly, and hung her head, looking utterly dejected.

Logan, standing to the side, wasn't surprised. He smiled and said, "You're still too impatient. You can't always think about succeeding. You have to accept failure, but not be defeated by it. Come on, try a few more times and calm yourself down."

Logan tried to soften his tone.

After hearing these words, the girl frowned, took another deep breath, and then slowly activated her power.

Thirty meters, failure.

Logan continued to encourage her, and the girl tried again.

Twenty-five meters, still a failure.

Forty meters, still a failure.

……

After a series of failures, the girl seemed to have given up hope of success, but with Logan's encouragement, she kept pushing her abilities.

Gradually, she stopped being impatient and anxious. She sat cross-legged on the ground, like an old monk in deep meditation, seemingly detached from the entire space.

After a moment of silence, she slowly opened her eyes, and her hand parted the space in front of her.

A crack slowly appeared, and on the other side of the crack was a girl's room.

Clarice stared at the room for a moment, then reached out and took a book from the table. Her name was written on the title page.

She stared blankly at the layout of the room, then turned to look at Logan, seemingly unable to process what was happening for a moment.

Logan smiled and said, "Congratulations, you succeeded."

The words "success" momentarily stunned the girl, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she had actually opened the portal into the room!

And this place is at least 500 meters away from her room, breaking her record for the longest teleportation ever!

In an instant, Clarice seemed to have been enlightened, and she couldn't help but jump up from the spot. The excitement on her face was indescribable, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She pointed at the portal, then at herself, with a thousand words on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say anything. Overjoyed, she burst into tears, and tears streamed down her face.

Logan stepped forward and gently patted the girl's head. "Remember how you felt just now. This is just your first step. You have a lot of room for growth. Don't be discouraged."

The girl nodded emphatically, then burst into tears and threw herself into Logan's arms, her clothes soaked with tears of joy. "Thank you, Mr. Logan."

[Prestige +10]

Seeing the girl crying with joy, Logan nodded with satisfaction, not expecting that this would actually increase his prestige.

"Logan, I didn't expect you to know how to teach this. It seems like I can consider adding another course for you."

Marcus walked over with a smile; he had witnessed Logan teaching Clarice the whole thing.

Logan patted the girl's head, signaling her to practice on her own, and then replied to Marcus, "It's all because Clarice is so talented. I'm just sharing my own experience; it's not something that will work for everyone."

After saying that, he asked again, "You sent me here in person, so it seems you have another mission."

Normally, no one would disturb him when he was teaching, so Logan guessed that Marcus had come in person again.

"possible."

Marcus nodded. "McCarthy sent me to tell you to go see him."

Logan nodded, got up and let the children practice on their own, asking Caliban to watch over them. When the time was up, he announced the end of get out of class and went to McCain's office.

At this moment, McCa was sitting at his desk, seemingly thinking about something.

Upon seeing Logan approach, he immediately said, "Get ready, we're about to move."

"What operation?"

Logan asked curiously, also wondering how McCa had gotten so many missions.

McCa didn't hide anything and said frankly, "The last mission from our benefactor failed, but luckily I have some connections with him, and I got information from him about the prison where mutants are held. Now we have something to do."

Hearing McCain's words, Logan's eyes widened in surprise. "So, the goods you sent us to pick up last time were for a deal with our client—to obtain intelligence?"

"There's still money."

McCa chimed in, "I need money to run the farm, otherwise what will the hundred-plus people in the shelter eat and wear?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Go and get ready. Call Victor along. I'll take care of the rest of you."

Hearing McCain's words, Logan frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he still said, "It's not appropriate to go out now. We just caused such a big commotion in Sokovia, and Tony Stark has already discovered us. It's too dangerous to go on a mission now."

He didn't want to go out at this critical juncture; who knew if he'd be targeted?

McCain shook his head and said solemnly, "I will also participate in this mission. I will personally lead the team. Don't worry, I will arrange everything. Besides, those guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. are already overwhelmed by that robot. They don't have time to worry about our Canadian affairs. You don't need to worry about security."

Hearing McCain's unequivocal words, Logan could only nod helplessly.

After all, McCain himself had decided to participate in the mission, so what could he say? He immediately turned around and went back to prepare.

There were a total of five people involved in this mission: Logan, McCain, Victor, Marcus, and Klaus.

In reality, there aren't many people on the farm who are capable of fighting; basically, only a handful of people go on missions.

However, Klaus was clearly one of the people who went on the most missions.

After all, his abnormal stealth ability is very effective in any mission, and most mission teams will choose to have Klaus with them.

Because the mission was urgent, that very night McCarthy arranged for Logan and the others to drive a pickup truck to Ontario, where the university was located, with their destination being a small town there.

The journey was quite long, and with the tight schedule and heavy workload, the car's engine almost never stopped running, except for refueling.

Fortunately, there were five people taking turns driving, so it wasn't too tiring.

The scenery along the way was beautiful, and looking at the scenery outside the window greatly reduced the fatigue of driving.

The group set off from the dense grasslands, traversed the lush forests, passed through canyons that seemed to have been cleaved by a knife, and finally sped through the mountain ranges.

The surrounding scenery changed, and each time I experienced something different, until I arrived at the small town where the mission was located.

They arrived at noon and rested for a few hours at a hotel. As night fell, they set off to complete their mission, arranged by McCa.

"The target mutant prison is in the western part of the city. Let's go there first."

In the car, McCa recalled the mission details and, referring to the local newspaper, pointed in a direction to Marcos in the driver's seat.

Marcos nodded and drove to the western part of the city, where he found an abandoned building.

McCain led a few people to the top of the building, where they could see a brightly lit building in the western part of the city.

Because the western part of the city is an old urban area with very outdated facilities, there are hardly any people at night. Most of the surrounding area consists of processing plants, which have all closed and closed for the day. The surrounding residents have also moved away.

That brightly lit building has become a landmark of the entire western district.

Logan pulled out the small binoculars he had prepared beforehand and looked at the building.

The entire building is surrounded by towering walls, which are also equipped with barbs to prevent climbing.

There were sentries with rotating searchlights all around, and squads of heavily armed soldiers were constantly patrolling inside the walls. Overall, the defense was very tight.

(End of this chapter)