Venom Suit Deployed

"Kill!"

The thunderous battle cry echoed across the battlefield at Germany’s border. The tens of thousands of Allied vanguard troops, brimming with momentum, broke through the tank fortress line and collided head-on with the already chaotic German army, instantly turning it into an almost one-sided slaughter.

Under the continuous, dense barrage of bullets, German soldiers fell in rows like harvested wheat, collapsing into pools of blood. Before long, the German forces, stripped of their tank support, crumbled and retreated, fleeing back into their own territory.

"Kyle! Over here!" Fury emerged from among the charging Allied soldiers, running toward Kyle atop a tank while waving his hand.

"Fury, I’ll leave this place to you. I have something else to do. We’ll meet in the German capital in a few days." Kyle removed his Venom hood and nodded to Fury several meters away. Then, with an agile flip, he landed on the ground and quickened his pace to merge into the Allied troops advancing into German territory.

By the time Fury reached the tank, panting for breath, he looked around, only to find that Kyle had already vanished into the sea of soldiers.

"That guy Kyle never commands troops. Where has he run off to this time…?" Fury sighed helplessly. Still, Kyle always appeared at the most critical moment of a campaign, and more often than not, turned the tide in one stroke. That was enough.

On the other hand, Kyle’s presence and the aura of a War Hero placed immense psychological pressure on enemy soldiers while inspiring allied soldiers as a group.

That was the irreplaceable role Superheroes played on large battlefields.

Kyle ran all the way out of the battlefield where the Allied and German armies clashed. Following the location Blue Eagle indicated from high above, he entered German territory and rapidly approached a mountain to one side.

Before long, Kyle reached the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. He stopped and swept his gaze around.

The small path leading up the mountain was a complete mess. Trees and grass had been ravaged, with smooth claw marks and still-wet blood visible everywhere, stretching all the way to the summit.

The faint sounds of fighting and killing from the mountain also drifted clearly to his ears with the mountain breeze.

"Lone Wolf. Sabretooth." Kyle murmured to himself and headed up the mountain. Soon, the scene of the two men fighting to the death at the summit came into view.

The mountain was several hundred meters high, and few trees grew at its summit. On the other side lay a sheer cliff.

In the open space beside the cliff, Logan and the burly man had both extended their distinctive claws. Like two savage humanoid beasts, they viciously collided with their powerful bodies as weapons. Their claws carved hideous wounds deep enough to expose bone into each other’s bodies, only for the injuries to heal almost instantly.

Both possessed mutated beast genes and Healing Factors. Logan and Sabretooth’s battle was brutal and bloody, neither yielding as they fought with everything they had. Unless one of them died or fled, this duel would not end.

After Kyle reached the summit, both Logan and Sabretooth quickly glanced at him to confirm his identity.

When Logan saw Kyle, he quickly withdrew his gaze in relief. His expression remained cold and unchanged as he continued throwing himself fiercely into battle.

But when Sabretooth saw Kyle, his broad, rugged face immediately changed color. Even his attack stalled for a moment, nearly allowing Logan’s claws to rip open his belly.

Against Logan alone, he still had a sixty to seventy percent chance of killing him.

But if Kyle, who seemed to be on Logan’s side, was added to the equation, then he had no chance of winning at all!

Sabretooth rolled to the ground in pain from his injury, his fierce, cold eyes watching Kyle warily from the corner of his eye. When he saw that Kyle was merely standing five meters from their battlefield with his arms folded, watching like a spectator without any intention of interfering, Sabretooth finally relaxed slightly.

"What? I don’t need Kyle and me to join forces to deal with you." Logan stared coldly at Sabretooth before him, his eyes filled with bloodshot fury and hatred as he raised his Wolf-like Claws. "I’ll kill you here myself!"

"You said it." Sabretooth grinned viciously and rose from the ground as if nothing had happened. In only a few seconds, the claw wound across his abdomen had already healed.

With a low roar, his tall, muscular body lunged forward. Logan crossed his arms in front of himself to block, but he was still sent flying by the impact. Like a kite with its string cut, he sprayed blood as he rolled across the ground several times before barely coming to a stop.

"You thought I was already giving it my all? I was only testing you." Sabretooth sneered. Without waiting for Logan to rise, he strode forward to continue pressing him.

"After all these years, you still haven’t learned your lesson? Sabretooth stands at the top of nature’s food chain. I’m the superior predator of a little wolf like you!"

As he spoke, Sabretooth grabbed Logan, who had just climbed up from the ground, by the collar.

Logan’s build was considered sturdy among ordinary people, but compared to Sabretooth’s nearly two-meter-tall, massive physique, the difference was far too great.

Sabretooth lifted Logan with one hand, while his other hand formed a tiger claw and repeatedly stabbed its sharp nails into Logan’s abdomen. Under that ferocious assault of overwhelming strength and lethality, blood continuously splattered and fell. Logan’s Healing Factor was beginning to struggle to keep up with the damage.

Watching nearby, Kyle could not help shaking his head, though he had expected this outcome.

The current Logan was not yet Wolverine after being injected with Adamantium. It was indeed unrealistic for him to defeat Sabretooth alone at this point.

After all, although Sabretooth’s gene was only blue rare quality, it happened to suppress the Lone Wolf Gene. His more powerful beastly physique and strength were things time and technique simply could not make up for.

"Logan, looks like I’ll still have to give you a hand." Kyle shrugged, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

During their discussion, Logan had only insisted that he personally kill Sabretooth and not let Kyle join the battle.

But he had never said Kyle could not provide a little help in combat…

"Venom. Go help Logan." Kyle lightly patted his suit. As if it understood his meaning, Venom split from the emblem on his chest into strands of black liquid silk, bouncing down to the ground and heading toward Logan’s battlefield.

Once Venom completely left his body, Kyle was left wearing only a casual short-sleeved shirt and pants, something he had prepared in advance as part of the plan.

Within the battle, Sabretooth held the struggling Logan in one hand. After pausing his clawed fist, he swung his arm hard to the side, throwing the badly injured Logan toward the nearby cliff.

Just as Logan was about to be hurled over the edge, a mass of black liquid bounced forward. Countless strands of black liquid silk wrapped tightly around his body, forming a tough black leather-like battle suit.

The next moment, wings automatically unfolded from his back. Logan, now clad in the suit, flipped in midair and glided back onto the mountaintop.

Venom Suit full coverage complete. Auxiliary combat system activated.

Kyle gave a bored remark, then leaned against a tree. Rather than someone who had come to take part in war and a death match, he looked like a leisurely tourist patiently watching the exciting duel to come.