On the rooftop of the building, Kyle, injured in the chest, held a one-handed sword in his left hand and charged straight toward Logan. To anyone watching, it seemed like their final desperate struggle.
Logan coldly stared ahead, as if waiting for his prey to come to him. With his wolf-like nature and healing abilities, he had driven countless enemies into desperation like this over the decades.
The lone wolf enjoyed such situations. When faced with a powerful prey, he didn't call for more companions to surround and attack. Instead, he relied on his tenacious willpower and methods to drain the opponent's stamina and eventually kill the weakened prey.
He had over a hundred fighting skills and his wolf-like claws for the offense. He possessed a robust beast/wild animal physique and a healing factor for defense and endurance.
In Logan's eyes, from the moment Kyle took action, his fate was sealed. It wasn't a mere human he was fighting, but a proud beast/wild animal already covered in scars!
"Step, Step!"
As Kyle approached, Logan, who had been standing still, suddenly moved. His clawed hands swiftly and forcefully extended, and in the blink of an eye, they pierced through Kyle's unguarded chest.
Kyle narrowed his eyes, seemingly paying no attention to the claws, and continued to charge forward recklessly.
"Pū!"
The sharp claws penetrated only halfway through the Venom Battlesuit's emblem before Kyle's body abruptly stopped its momentum. Just before his movement came to a complete halt, he used up the last of his strength to channel it into his left hand, driving the single-handed sword he held into Logan's chest.
"Splurt!"
The Carbonadium Sword smoothly pierced through Logan's chest, with the tip of the blade emerging slightly from his back, carrying traces of blood.
"Exchanging injuries, you're really ruthless to yourself…" Logan was taken aback at this moment as he never expected that someone other than himself would engage in such a suicidal battle.
"Thanks for the praise. If I'm not ruthless to myself, how can I defeat such a formidable enemy like you?" Kyle smiled while blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
His left palm still rested on the hilt of the sword as he gently pushed forward. The two entangled figures, locked in a stalemate, separated and retreated from each other, accompanied by the splattering of blood.
"Cough, cough." Kyle's face turned pale as he coughed up blood. The six claws had pierced through his lungs earlier, and Venom was anxiously extending black threads to repair his torn suit, but the external bleeding couldn't be stopped.
Logan, on the other hand, lay down on the ground with Carbonadium Sword completely embedded in his chest, leaving only the exquisite cross-shaped hilt visible outside. It looked as if he was pinned to the floor.
Both sides were heavily injured.
"It's safe to say that you're one of the toughest opponents I've encountered…" Logan gasped for breath as he spoke but then he corrected himself, "If we consider age as well, there's no one else."
"You too. To be honest, I didn't want to fight a wild animal like you." Kyle sat on the ground before he responded in a weak tone.
This was the most difficult battle he had encountered since his rebirth, and he sustained the most severe injuries. The fight with Steve was merely a friendly exchange, but the duel with Logan was a fierce battle where their lives were at stake.
"It's a pity. You won the battle, but in the end, I'm the one who will survive." Logan, stated the facts before he retracted his wolf-like claws and reached out to remove the single-handed sword from his chest.
However, his expression soon changed slightly. He realized he couldn't summon the strength to do so, and his usual rapid healing abilities didn't kick in to mend the serious chest wound.
Kyle spoke softly, "Give up. That sword is made of Carbonadium steel, specifically designed to counter your Healing Factor."
"Is that so? No wonder. So, you had planned this from the beginning. It seems I lost fairly…" Logan sighed with a pensive air, and he released his grip, lying on the ground with a sense of relief.
"May I ask about my fate now? Will you take me back to the military base prison, subject me to various research laboratories, or kill me on the spot?"
Logan's hoarse voice spoke as if he were accustomed to inhumane treatment.
"I won't do that. In the end, we didn't have to come to this point," Kyle struggled to get up and slowly approached Logan. Given his current injuries, he had to retrieve the Healing Factor card as soon as possible.
In fact, the purpose of fighting Logan was simply to draw out the Ability Card. If they had negotiated earlier, they could have found a place to sit down and have a drink and chat while Kyle extracted the Card.
It was a fine line between heaven and hell. A simple choice had quickly escalated into a life-or-death battle.
As Kyle approached Logan on the ground, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head, his gaze sharp as it fell upon a corner of the rooftop and his pupils involuntarily contracted.
At some point during their fierce duel, an imposing figure had appeared on the rooftop, watching them!
The man was middle-aged, dressed in a large-sized German military officer's uniform, with a rugged and domineering face. Standing at a towering two meters, he resembled a fierce tiger about to unleash a slaughter.
If it were any other day, Kyle or Logan would have noticed someone approaching them. However, due to their intense focus on the battle, they hadn't sensed the silent arrival on the rooftop.
The large man seemed familiar to Logan on the ground, and he spoke calmly and coldly, "Logan, I didn't expect you to fall this low again. It's truly disappointing."
"It's you!!" Logan, who had been lying on the ground, giving up resistance, widened his eyes upon hearing the voice and glared at the big man with deep disgust.
"This way, I can easily take your life!" The big man grinned savagely, extending his hands, each finger tipped with sharp and resilient claws.
Sabertooth?!
Kyle was momentarily bewildered. He looked at the big man, then at Logan, and was unable to help but ask Logan aloud, "Didn't you say you don't have any brothers?"
"Brother? He's my enemy, he killed my parents, lover, and son!" Logan roared. If he weren't severely injured, he would probably have gotten up and fought Sabertooth with all his might.
"Tit for tat. I joined the German military for this day to come. I just didn't expect it to come so soon and so suddenly," Sabertooth sneered, ignoring the heavily injured Kyle standing nearby, and continuously flexing his sharp claws as he approached Logan on the ground, who was struggling to pull out the sword from his chest.
In this world, even though they were no longer brothers, were they destined to be lifelong enemies?
Kyle quickly understood what was happening, and his expression turned cold. He hadn't drawn the Healing Factor card from Logan yet so he couldn't let Sabertooth suddenly appear and kill him.
It seemed like it was time to reveal his trump card.
Kyle sighed inwardly, let out a whistle towards the sky, and Sabertooth immediately looked over in surprise. In his eyes, both Kyle and Logan were in critical condition, on the verge of death, and they posed no threat to him.
Sabertooth spoke in a low voice, "What do you want? Once I deal with Logan, I'll naturally send you to hell as well. The body of an American hero should fetch a good price in Germany."
Kyle's gaze turned icy. Despite his severe injuries, he stood tall and firm, and gave Sabertooth a straightforward three-word response, "You're overestimating yourself."
Does this guy really think that he could take advantage of him? It wasn't going to be that simple!
(End of chapter)
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