Chapter Sixty-Nine: Sudden Complications

On the rooftop, Kyle, wounded in the chest, gripped his single-handed sword in his left hand and charged straight into Logan’s embrace. To anyone watching, it seemed his final desperate struggle.

Logan gazed ahead with cold indifference, as though he were waiting for prey to walk into his jaws. With his lone wolf constitution and self-healing ability, he had driven countless foes to such extremes over decades.

A lone wolf delighted in this: when confronted by formidable prey, he would not call for reinforcements, but rather exhaust his opponent’s stamina alone, relying on tenacious will and cunning, before delivering the killing blow to a weakened quarry.

In attack, he possessed hundreds of fighting techniques and razor-sharp wolf claws.

In defense and endurance, his beastly physique and regenerative factor made him nearly invincible.

To Logan, from the moment Kyle struck, the outcome was inevitable—death. For Kyle was not merely facing a man, but a proud beast, battered yet unbroken.

Thud, thud!

Kyle rushed forward, and Logan, who had stood motionless, moved at last. His claws shot out with swift, lethal strength, stabbing toward Kyle’s unguarded chest in the blink of an eye—

Kyle’s eyes narrowed, seemingly oblivious to the claws, pressing forward regardless—

A pair of sharp claws plunged halfway into the venom suit’s cross insignia, stopping Kyle’s charge abruptly. Yet, just before his body stilled entirely, Kyle used the last of his strength to drive the sword in his left hand into Logan’s chest.

With a hiss, the sodium-carbon steel blade slid through flesh, piercing Logan’s chest cleanly, the tip emerging bloodied from his back.

“Trading wound for wound—you’re truly ruthless to yourself…” Logan was stunned, never expecting anyone but himself to employ such suicidal tactics.

“Thank you for the compliment. If I weren’t ruthless with myself, how could I hope to overcome an opponent like you?” Kyle managed a smile, dark red blood trickling from his lips.

His left hand still pressed against the sword’s hilt; with a gentle push, both men staggered back, parting as blood spilled to the ground.

Kyle, pale-faced, coughed blood and collapsed onto the floor; the six claws had pierced his lungs and vital organs. Venom extended black threads, hastily patching the suit, trying to staunch the grievous wound, but the blood kept flowing.

Logan lay flat on his back, the sodium-carbon steel sword buried deep in his chest, its ornate crossguard protruding, as if he were nailed to the floor.

Both had suffered mutual destruction.

“You’re one of the most troublesome opponents I’ve ever faced…” Logan panted, then corrected himself, “If age counts, then you’re the most troublesome.”

“You too. Honestly, fighting a beast like you was the last thing I wanted,” Kyle replied weakly from the floor.

This was, since his rebirth, the hardest and most injurious battle he’d ever fought!

His duel with Steve had been a friendly exchange; this fight with Logan, however, was a clash where lives were wagered.

“Too bad. You won the fight, but I’ll be the one to survive,” Logan stated as fact, retracting his wolf claws and reaching for the sword in his chest.

But soon his expression changed; he found himself unable to muster the strength. His usual rapid healing failed to mend the grave wound.

Kyle spoke softly, “Give up. That sword is made of sodium-carbon steel, designed to counteract regenerative factors.”

“Is that so? No wonder… You planned this all along. Seems my defeat is justified,” Logan sighed, resigned, and let his hands fall, lying back as if relieved.

“May I ask what fate awaits me? Are you going to drag me back to a military prison, hand me over to a research lab, or execute me here?”

Logan’s voice was hoarse, seemingly accustomed to such inhuman treatment.

“I won’t do any of those. Truth be told, we needn’t have reached this point,” Kyle struggled to his feet, slowly approaching Logan. With his injuries, he needed to obtain the regenerative factor card as soon as possible.

In fact, his goal in fighting Logan was simply to extract the ability card. Had they negotiated earlier, they could have sat down somewhere, shared a drink, and talked.

Heaven or hell—one thought away. A simple choice, and in an instant, it had become a life-and-death duel.

As Kyle neared the fallen Logan, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head sharply, his gaze locking onto a corner of the rooftop, pupils narrowing.

Unbeknownst to them, another imposing figure had appeared on the rooftop, observing the deadly struggle.

He was a burly middle-aged man, clad in an oversized German officer’s uniform, his face rugged and domineering, standing a full two meters tall, broad as a tiger poised for slaughter.

On any ordinary day, Kyle or Logan’s keen senses would have noticed someone approaching. Yet, so engrossed in their fierce battle, neither had realized a stranger had silently arrived.

The burly man seemed to recognize Logan on the ground, speaking with calm, cold authority, “Logan, I never expected you’d fall so quickly to this state. You’ve truly disappointed me.”

“It’s you!!” Logan, who had given up resistance, suddenly widened his eyes, glaring at the man with bitter hatred.

“This makes it easy for me to take your life,” the man sneered, balling his fists and slowly extending two sharp, lethal bone claws.

Sabretooth Tiger!

Kyle was momentarily stunned, glancing between the burly man and Logan, unable to help but ask, “Didn’t you say you had no brothers?”

“Brother? He’s the enemy of my parents, lover, and child!” Logan roared. Were he not gravely wounded, he would surely have risen to fight Sabretooth to the death.

“Likewise. I joined the German army for this day. I just didn’t expect it to come so soon, so suddenly,” Sabretooth grinned, ignoring the wounded Kyle, sharpening his claws as he strode toward Logan, who struggled to pull out the sword.

In this world, neither man was truly a brother, yet they remained lifelong enemies.

Kyle quickly understood, his expression turning cold. Logan’s regenerative factor card had yet to be drawn; he could not let Sabretooth kill him now.

It seemed the hidden card would have to be played after all.

Kyle sighed inwardly, whistling toward the sky. Sabretooth looked over in surprise; to him, both men were mortally wounded and posed no threat.

Sabretooth spoke in a deep voice, “What do you plan to do? Once I deal with Logan, I’ll send you to hell as well. The corpse of an American hero fetches a good price in Germany.”

Kyle’s eyes were icy. Though gravely wounded, he stood tall and unwavering, replying with three words, “You’re dreaming.”

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