Unexpected Turn

On the rooftop, Kyle, wounded in the chest, held a one-handed sword in his left hand and charged straight into Logan’s arms. To anyone watching, it looked like one final, desperate gamble.

Logan stared ahead coldly, as if waiting for prey to deliver itself to his door. With his lone-wolf physique and healing ability, he had forced countless enemies into desperate straits like this over the decades.

That was how a lone wolf preferred it. When faced with powerful prey, it did not call for more companions to gang up on the enemy. Instead, it relied on its own tenacious will and methods to wear down the opponent’s stamina before killing the weakened prey.

In offense, he had hundreds of fighting techniques and Wolf-like Claws.

In defense and stamina, he had a powerful beastly physique and a Healing Factor.

In Logan’s eyes, the moment Kyle made his move, his fate of death had already been decided—because what he was fighting was not some mere human, but a proud beast already covered in scars!

Tap, tap!

As Kyle rushed before him, Logan, who had remained motionless all this time, suddenly moved. His clawed hands shot out with explosive force, piercing toward Kyle’s completely unguarded chest in the blink of an eye—

Kyle narrowed his eyes. As if he had not noticed the claws at all, he continued charging forward without a care—

Squelch!

The pair of sharp claws sank more than halfway into the cross emblem on the Venom Suit. Kyle’s charge came to an abrupt halt, but just before his body stopped completely, he poured every last bit of strength into his left hand and drove the one-handed sword he gripped into Logan’s chest as well.

Shhk!!

The Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword passed through without resistance, piercing straight through Logan’s chest. Its tip emerged slightly from his back, stained with blood.

"Trading wound for wound. You really are ruthless with yourself…" Logan stared in astonishment. Never had he imagined that someone besides himself would fight in such a suicidal manner.

"Thanks for the compliment. If I wasn’t ruthless enough with myself, how could I defeat a powerful enemy like you?" Kyle smiled, dark red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His left palm still pressed against the sword’s hilt. With a light push forward, the two men, locked in their stalemate, each staggered backward and separated as blood spilled from their bodies.

"Cough, cough." Kyle’s face was pale as he coughed up blood and collapsed onto the floor. The six claws had pierced through his lungs and organs. Venom anxiously extended black threads to repair the suit and seal the grievous wounds, but it could not stop the blood from pouring out.

Logan, meanwhile, fell straight onto his back. The Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword had sunk completely into his chest, leaving only the exquisite cross-shaped hilt exposed. It looked as though he had been nailed to the floor by the sword.

Both sides had suffered severe injuries.

"What can I say? You’re one of the most troublesome opponents I’ve ever met…" Logan panted continuously before changing his words. "If we factor in age, then there’s no ‘one of.’"

"You too. Honestly, I really didn’t want to fight a beast like you." Sitting on the ground, Kyle replied weakly.

Since his rebirth, this had been the most difficult battle he had faced—and the one in which he had been most severely wounded!

His battle with Steve had merely been a friendly spar born of camaraderie. This death match with Logan was a clash between powerful opponents with their lives on the line.

"What a pity. You won the fight, but I’ll still be the one who survives in the end." Logan stated it as if it were a simple fact. He retracted his Wolf-like Claws and reached for the one-handed sword in his chest.

But his expression quickly changed slightly. He found that he could not muster any strength, and his usual rapid regeneration had not healed the grievous wound in his chest.

"Give up," Kyle said softly. "That sword is made of Sodium-Carbon Steel, specifically designed to counter the Healing Factor."

"Is that so? No wonder. So you had planned this all along. Looks like I didn’t lose unfairly…" Upon hearing that, Logan sighed thoughtfully. As though resigning himself to his fate, he let his hands fall and lay on the ground with something like relief.

"Can I ask what my fate will be now? Will you escort me back to a military base prison, send me to some laboratory for experiments, or kill me on the spot?"

Logan spoke in a hoarse murmur, as though he had long grown accustomed to such inhumane treatment.

"I won’t do that. When all’s said and done, we never had to reach this point." Kyle struggled to his feet and slowly walked toward Logan. With his current injuries, he needed to obtain the Healing Factor Ability Card as soon as possible.

In truth, his purpose in fighting Logan had only been to draw out his Ability Card. If they had negotiated properly earlier, they could have found somewhere to sit, had a drink, and talked.

One thought led to heaven; one thought led to hell. A simple choice had transformed into a life-or-death duel in an instant.

Just as Kyle was about to approach Logan on the ground, he suddenly seemed to sense something. He turned his head sharply toward one corner of the rooftop, his pupils contracting slightly.

At some point, another broad, towering spectator had appeared on the rooftop where the two had fought their death match!

The man was a middle-aged brute dressed in an oversized German officer’s uniform. His face was rugged and domineering, and his massive two-meter-tall frame made him look like a vicious tiger about to begin a slaughter.

Under normal circumstances, either Kyle or Logan would have noticed someone approaching long ago with their keen senses. But because they had been fully immersed in their fierce battle, they had failed to notice someone silently arriving on the rooftop.

The brute seemed to know Logan. He spoke steadily and coldly. "Logan, I didn’t expect you to fall to this state again so soon. You’ve truly disappointed me."

"You!!" Logan, who had been lying on the ground and had given up resisting, instantly widened his eyes upon hearing that voice. He glared at the brute with utter hatred.

"Then taking your life will be easy!" The brute grinned viciously. Each of the five fingers on his spread hands bore sharp, tough claws.

Sabretooth?!

Kyle was briefly stunned. He looked at the brute, then at Logan, and could not help asking Logan, "Didn’t you say you had no brothers?"

"Brothers? He’s the enemy who killed my parents, my lover, and my son!" Logan roared. If he had not been gravely wounded, he would have risen and fought Sabretooth to the death.

"Likewise. I joined the German army for the day this would come. I just didn’t expect it to arrive so quickly and suddenly." Sabretooth sneered, ignoring the severely wounded Kyle still standing nearby. He kept rubbing his sharp claws together as he strode toward Logan, who was struggling on the ground to pull out the sword.

In this world, they clearly were no longer brothers, yet they were still lifelong enemies?

Kyle, watching from the side, quickly understood. His expression turned cold at once. He had not drawn the Healing Factor Ability Card from Logan yet—how could he let Sabretooth, who had appeared out of nowhere, kill him?

It seemed the trump card he had meant to reveal was still unavoidable.

Kyle sighed inwardly and whistled toward the sky. Sabretooth immediately looked over in surprise. In his eyes, both men were gravely wounded and on the verge of death, posing no threat whatsoever.

Sabretooth said in a low voice, "What are you trying to do? Once I finish off Logan, I’ll naturally send you to hell with him. The corpse of an American Hero should be worth quite a lot in Germany."

Kyle’s eyes were icy. Despite his grievous wounds, he still stood as straight as ever and gave Sabretooth three words in reply: "You’re overthinking it."

Trying to pick up benefits from him? It would not be that easy!