Venom’s New Form

At the edge of the cliff.

Logan, bonded with Venom, lightly glided back onto the mountaintop. The pair of wings on the back of his suit retracted as his scarlet eyes fixed savagely on Sabretooth.

The outer appearance of the suit created by his symbiotic fusion with Venom differed greatly from Kyle’s previous one.

Its pronounced musculature was no longer as robust and perfect, but its lines were far wilder. Though the suit still had a dark black base, pale silver beast-like stripes ran across it.

The emblem on its chest had changed from a death cross into an exquisite wolf’s head. Two wolf ears had also appeared atop the hood.

Most noticeably, his bony claws had become dark black as though forged from metal, reflecting a faint, chilling gleam beneath the sun.

Sabretooth’s face tightened gravely as he warily raised his sharp clawed fingers, confronting Logan in the Silver Wolf Suit as though facing a formidable enemy.

He had no idea what had just happened. He only knew that the Logan before him felt completely different—powerful, chilling, wild, savage, and overflowing with the aggressive aura of a beast.

In truth, even Logan himself did not know what state he was currently in.

When Logan had been thrown off the cliff earlier, he had not seen Venom attach itself to him at all. He had only struggled with the thought that he absolutely could not fall. As a result, wings had automatically extended from the back of his manifested suit, guiding and assisting him as he glided back to the mountaintop.

And that was not all. His hatred had been dug up and deepened further, while excitement filled his heart.

Power continuously surged from within and without his body—the all-around enhancement brought by his symbiosis with Venom.

"Although I don’t know what’s going on, in this state, I can win!" Logan murmured. He clenched his fists as his black, chilling claws extended to their limit, then slowly raised his head to stare at Sabretooth before him.

Outside the battle, Kyle nodded slightly and muttered to himself, "That’s it. Use the power I lent you to fulfill the condition we agreed upon."

He had already successfully obtained the Healing Factor, his initial objective. If Logan could resolve his obsession with revenge and submit to him, that would be the greatest additional gain.

Before Kyle could think further, Logan had already taken the initiative to engage Sabretooth in close combat.

Black claws collided head-on with clawed fingers! This time, Sabretooth suffered the disadvantage instead. He had not expected that Logan’s speed, strength, and claw durability had all been enhanced. The sharp claws tore open a wound across his palm.

"Damn it!" Sabretooth roared furiously, drawing both arms inward to trap Logan in front of him and drag the battle into a contest of strength, his specialty.

No matter what, physique and strength were the fields in which he was most confident.

How could Logan let Sabretooth have his way? He quickly lowered himself and nimbly evaded the bear hug. He swept beneath the shoulder of Sabretooth’s massive frame, then swiftly added several claw marks to his waist. Blood splattered across the ground as though it cost nothing.

Sabretooth was both furious and alarmed. Furious because this was the first time he had suffered consecutive injuries and losses; alarmed because Logan’s overall strength had risen dramatically under Venom’s symbiosis.

The speed he had once been able to keep up with, the reactions he had once been able to make, were no longer on the same level after Logan’s increase in speed and agility.

For the next stretch of time, Logan relied on his speed and dexterity, constantly darting around Sabretooth’s sides like a black wolf beast.

Sabretooth had completely become a human punching bag. Even as his gaze swept back and forth, he could not lock onto the black figure, much less strike back.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Every time Logan flashed past, his claws drew blood from Sabretooth. Blood scattered onto the ground, dyeing the mountaintop a dark red.

Even his mind and temperament had become beast-like. He was torturing the prey’s body again and again, draining its stamina, crushing its spirit, and then further devouring its life.

"Aaaah!" Sabretooth suddenly let out a scream. Pale-faced, he clutched his left ear, where a smooth gap had appeared. It had clearly been severed directly by Logan’s claws.

"This is for my father!" Logan said coldly. He held a bloody ear in his left hand and casually flung it over the cliff.

"No!" Sabretooth’s eyes nearly split apart as he watched his ear get tossed into the ravine like garbage.

He let out a crazed growl and desperately lunged at Logan.

Logan leaped from the spot, jumping three or four meters into the air. He stepped on Sabretooth’s forehead midair and swiftly plunged both claws into his back. "This is for my mother!"

Bang!

Sabretooth’s eyes widened as Logan slammed him flat onto the ground. Logan rode his waist and raked his black claws upward from his back all the way to the back of his neck.

"This is for my wife!"

Logan growled. Blood splashed into his eyes, making them appear even more scarlet and demonic.

Unable to rise, Sabretooth dug his tiger-like claws deeply into the rocky soil. He panted harshly, nearly biting into the dirt. His healing could no longer keep up with his injuries, and as he struggled desperately, blood and shattered stones sprayed everywhere.

"Logan, catch." Just then, the young man’s calm voice came from outside the battlefield. A one-handed sword was thrown over, and Logan swiftly caught it.

Sabretooth, pinned to the ground, seemed to realize something. He began struggling violently, his eyes filled with terror and regret.

"Logan, I was wrong… Give me another chance!"

Sabretooth actually began begging for mercy, hoping Logan would spare him.

Logan sneered. He drove his claws into Sabretooth’s spine, pinning his body to the ground, then slowly raised the one-handed sword in his other hand. "This is for my son!"

"No!" Sabretooth howled, but his voice abruptly cut off—the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword pierced straight through the back of his neck, passed through his throat, and nailed him to the ground.

All grievances and hatred ended here.

Only after seeing Sabretooth’s body go limp and lose all vitality did Kyle, who had been watching all along, step forward.

The Silver Wolf Suit on Logan’s body stirred, transforming back into countless liquid black strands that bounced and coiled around Kyle’s body.

Without the suit, Logan returned to his original appearance. Exhausted, he sat atop Sabretooth’s body with a dazed expression, then leaned back and collapsed onto the bloodstained ground.

"Settle down." Kyle spoke softly. These words were not directed at Logan, but at Venom, which had transformed back into a black suit around his body.

Through the symbiosis, Venom had absorbed and copied some of Logan’s hatred, resentment, speed, and strength. Its emotions were still somewhat restless, and it desperately wanted to return to the battlefield to vent properly.

If Kyle had not been Venom’s "creator," "Mother Body," "First Generation Symbiote," and "card holder," he truly might not have been able to suppress Venom’s rapidly growing killing instincts.

"I see. So it unlocked a new ability." Kyle looked thoughtful. He stretched out both hands, clenched them into fists, and soon extended three Dark Claws from each, gleaming with a faint, chilling light.

Venom Suit, Claw Form!