Capítulo 94: Chapter 94
Atop the summit of the pagoda tower, wounded Kyle with a single sword in hand, fiercely confronts Logan with all his might, as if it were his final showdown.
Logan's gaze is cold and indifferent, awaiting his prey to be delivered to him. With his lonesome wolf-like constitution and self-healing abilities, for decades he has pushed his enemies into dire straits.
The Wolverine relishes in such moments. Instead of calling upon more allies to overpower a formidable target, he single-handedly wears down his opponent's energy through his tenacious willpower and methods, then proceeds to strike down a weakened prey.
Compared to offense, he possesses hundreds of combat skills and wolf-like sharp claws.
Compared to defense and physical endurance, he boasts a robust bestial physique and self-healing factor.
In Logan's view, the moment Kyle struck was already doomed to death fate- for he was not battling against mere mortals, but against a lone, prideful beast already scarred with wounds.
'Thud!'
As Kyle charged forward, Logan finally moved, his sharp claws rapidly extended, but in a mere flicker of time, he was already lunging forward and piercing Kyle's unprotected chest.
Kyle's eyes narrowed, seemingly unaffected by the claws, he persisted forward recklessly.
'Gasp!'
The sharp claws completely penetrated through the venomous war armor, stopping Kyle's momentum. However, before his body came to a complete halt, he poured all his remaining strength into his left hand, embedding his single-handed sword deep into Logan's chest.
"Ha!"
The carbon steel sword glided smoothly, piercing Logan's chest with ease, with a slight hint of blood trailing from its tip.
"An eye for an eye, you certainly are merciless to yourself..." Logan was astounded, never imagining that someone other than himself would engage in such a suicidal battle.
"Thank you for the compliment, but without being ruthless to myself, how could I possibly defeat an opponent like you?" Kyle chuckled, a dark red trace of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
He still had his left hand propped against the hilt of the single-handed sword, lightly pushing forward and separating the two men who were locked in combat, accompanied by a spray of blood from their bodies.
"Cough, cough." Kyle coughed up blood, his face ashen, sitting on the floor. The six sharp claws had already pierced his internal organs, the poison extending its black threads to repair his battle armor and trying to plug the grave wounds, but the outpouring of fresh blood could not be stopped.
Logan collapsed directly onto his back, the sodium carbon steel sword completely embedded in his chest, leaving only the delicate cross guard exposed, looking as if he had been skewered to the floor.
It was a double defeat.
"Well, to say, you're one of the most stubborn opponents I've ever encountered..." Logan breathed heavily and changed his words, "If we take age into account, there's no one."
"You are too. To be honest, I really don't want to fight such a beast like you." Kyle sat on the ground, weakly replied.
This was the hardest and most seriously injured battle he had faced since his rebirth!
The battle with Steve was just a friendly match, and the deadly showdown with Logan was a high-stakes life-and-death showdown.
"Unfortunately. The battle is won by you, but it is still I who survives in the end." Logan said the fact, withdrawing the wolf-like sharp claws and reaching out to pull out the one-handed sword from his chest.
However, soon his countenance changed, finding he was unable to muster the strength to recover from his wound, which had normally healed quickly.
Kyle softly spoke, "Give up. That sword was crafted from sodium carbon steel and specifically designed to restrain healing factors."
"Is that so? No wonder. It seems you already had this plan. It appears I have lost unjustly..." Upon hearing this, Logan sighed, seeming to comprehend, and released his grip on the sword, lying on the ground as if a burden had been lifted.
"May I ask about my fate? Will I be taken back to the military base prison, sent to research labs for experiments, or executed on the spot?"
Logan spoke hoarsely, as if the inhuman treatment was an accepted norm.
"I will not do that. In the end, we did not have to reach this point." Kyle rose to his feet with difficulty and slowly walked towards Logan, his wound requiring immediate attention with the healing factor card.
The objective of battling against Logan is merely to extract the ability card. If negotiations had taken place beforehand, then everyone could have found a place to sit down and have a drink while chatting.
This is a moment of heaven, a moment of hell. A simple choice, quickly transforms into a life-and-death showdown.
Just as Kyle was about to approach Logan on the ground, he suddenly seemed to become aware and turned his sharp gaze towards a corner of the rooftop. His pupils involuntarily contracted.
Without realizing it, another onlooker had emerged on the rooftop, where the two were engaged in mortal combat.
The man was a robust middle-aged man, dressed in a large German military uniform. He had a rough and overbearing appearance, with a towering stature of six feet tall. He looked like a tiger about to launch a killing spree.
If it were a normal day, Kyle or Logan's keenness would have noticed someone approaching, but because they were deeply engaged in the intense battle, they failed to notice someone silently arriving on the rooftop.
The great man appeared to recognize Logan on the ground, calmly and coldly speaking: "Logan, I didn't expect you to fall to this level so soon, it's really disappointing to me."
"It's you!!" Logan, who was lying on the ground and had given up resistance, glared fiercely at the Great Han upon hearing this voice.
"This way, I can easily take your life!" The Great Han snarled, clutching his fists and slowly extending two sharp claws.
Sabertooth?!
For a moment, Kyle was a little confused, looking at the Great Han and then at Logan. He couldn't help but ask Logan, "You said you don't have any brothers?"
"Brother? He's my enemy, my parents, my lover, and my son!" Logan roared. If he wasn't severely injured, he would have risen to fight the Sabertooth.
"It's mutual, I joined the German army for this day to come. I just didn't expect it to come so fast and so suddenly." The Sabertooth sneered, ignoring the seriously injured Kyle and rubbing his claws as he walked towards Logan, who was struggling to draw his sword on the ground.
In this world, even though they are no longer brothers, can they still be lifelong enemies?
Kyle, the onlooker, quickly realizes this and his countenance swiftly turns cold. Logan still hasn't drawn the self-healing factor card, how could he be killed by the sudden appearance of the Sabertooth?
It seems, the cards that should be revealed, are inevitably going to have to be used.
Kyle sighs silently, blowing a whistle towards the sky. The Sabertooth immediately looks over, surprised. In his eyes, both men are in a state of near death, with no threats.
The Sabertooth speaks in a deep voice, "What do you want? After I've dealt with Logan, I'll naturally take you to hell with me. The body of an American hero in Germany should be valuable."
Kyle's gaze is cold, even though he is severely injured, he still stands tall and gives the Sabertooth three words, "Don't overestimate yourself."
Thinking of taking advantage of him? It's not that simple!
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