Chapter Seventy: The Frustrated Saber-Toothed Tiger

“Overthinking things…” Kyle’s tone was cold and laced with a hint of mockery, making Sabretooth’s face darken instantly. His already explosive temper made the veins on his forehead bulge visibly.

His voice was low and chilling. “Once I’ve killed Logan, I’ll use my claws to rip open your belly, drag out your guts, and hang them here on the rooftop to bleed.”

As he spoke, Sabretooth’s savage gaze returned to Logan, who was lying on the ground. With a guttural snarl, he leapt forward, eager to eliminate his enemy first.

Kyle watched coldly from the sidelines. The severe wounds he had suffered made it impossible to intervene, but he had already called for backup in advance—

Just as Sabretooth pounced, his claws about to slice into Logan’s neck, a gigantic beastly shadow swept down from the sky with a howling gale. Its massive wings blotted out the sun, beating with tremendous force as it swatted Sabretooth out of the air and sent him crashing back!

Sabretooth, as tall and broad as a grizzly bear, didn’t even have time to react before he was hurled from the rooftop of the third floor, skimming the parapet before tumbling down.

“Trying to snatch prey from my mouth? I don’t care if you’re a sabretooth tiger or a polar bear, you’d better stay out of my way.” Kyle sneered, glancing up at the blue eagle circling several meters above the rooftop.

The blue eagle nodded its head toward him, as if equally concerned for his safety.

“I’m fine,” Kyle said weakly, his expression shifting as faint scraping sounds of claws climbing the wall drifted up from below.

The third floor—barely ten meters high—was not nearly enough to injure someone whose physique was even more formidable than Logan’s. Sabretooth would not be so easily dealt with.

“Hurry, get him out of here!” Kyle waved his left hand decisively, issuing a command to the blue eagle nearby.

A clear cry sounded as the blue eagle dove obediently, its talons grasping the grievously wounded Logan and lifting him from the ground.

Just as the eagle tried to take Kyle as well, Sabretooth clambered up the side of the building, roaring as he lashed out at the eagle in low flight with his claws.

The blue eagle shrieked in pain, shedding a dozen blood-stained azure feathers. It beat its wings furiously, gaining altitude and swiftly carrying Logan away from the rooftop.

“Damn it!” Sabretooth’s eyes bulged with rage as he cursed at the vanishing eagle, then turned his attention to Kyle, who was still standing calmly in the middle of the rooftop. His voice was hoarse and menacing. “That giant bird-beast listens to your command, doesn’t it? Call it back—give me Logan, and maybe I’ll let you go!”

Kyle gave a faint smile. Battered and blood-soaked, he stood in a pool of his own making as his life ebbed away. Yet, he only replied with the same three words, “Overthinking things.”

He had always been the one holding the initiative, the one dictating terms. Being threatened like this was a novel experience.

“Hahaha! Interesting. So you’re staying behind, planning to sacrifice yourself?” Sabretooth laughed instead of raging, pressing his two claws into the parapet. They ripped through brick and mortar with ease, leaving behind two clean gouges.

“I’ve heard the stories back in Germany. The American Kyle, known as the Army’s Reaper and the Devil—one of Germany’s top military targets in this war.”

As he spoke, Sabretooth’s eyes shone red with brutal, bestial savagery. He stared at Kyle coldly. “I wonder, when a war hero faces death, will he whimper like a woman?”

“Sorry, you really are overthinking,” Kyle replied dryly, utterly calm, not a trace of panic on his face.

Unhurried, he opened his right hand. Resting quietly in the vibranium-clad palm was a single green bean.

It looked, for all the world, like an ordinary mung bean. Yet it gleamed with vibrant life, a sense of potent energy and mysterious magic radiating from within.

This was one of the life-saving cards from his card-space.

Kyle glanced at the bean with slight regret, then turned his bloodied lips and sent it into his mouth.

“Poison? Or some kind of stimulant?” Sabretooth’s wide, rugged face registered a flicker of surprise. His beastly instincts screamed a warning, an ominous premonition rising from within.

Whatever that bean was, he could not let Kyle swallow it!

Making a quick decision, Sabretooth lunged at Kyle, launching himself like a tiger about to slay its prey, claws ready to strike.

Kyle ignored him and bit down, crushing the bean along with the taste of his own blood, swallowing it all. He watched the approaching claws, as if waiting for something.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Within Kyle’s battered, weakened body, his failing heart suddenly beat with renewed strength, a powerful rhythm echoing through him as a mysterious energy surged, coursing instantly through every cell.

In the next moment, a healing far surpassing natural regeneration took effect. In the blink of an eye, wounds that bared bone and pierced organs were restored as if they had never existed.

Reviving the dying, healing shattered bones—no matter how grievous the injury, a single bean could restore the body to its peak. This was the wondrous effect of the rare blue card: the Senzu Bean.

“Strength… it’s back!” Kyle’s blue eyes sparkled with life as he opened them wide.

He faced the onrushing Sabretooth, swiftly raised his right fist, and threw a punch without a hint of fear.

Bang!

Vibranium-braced right fist against tiger-bone claws!

Sabretooth was utterly stunned. He hadn’t expected the dying Kyle to recover in an instant—no, to not just recover, but return to his peak.

Worse, his strongest claw strike collided with a vibranium armguard, and all its momentum was instantly neutralized.

“Get out of my way!” Kyle sneered, quickly lifting his left knee and driving it hard into Sabretooth’s abdomen, sending him flying like a massive ball.

Sabretooth crashed through the parapet, tumbling from the rooftop once more in a cloud of dust and debris.

When he finally scrambled to his feet below, he looked up to see Kyle standing tall on the edge of the rooftop, gazing down coldly.

“Are you sure you want to keep fighting me?” Kyle taunted from above.

Sabretooth clenched his fists, his face livid with suppressed rage. Without a word, he turned and rapidly disappeared into the city streets.

He knew he was only a little stronger than Logan—and Logan had just been defeated by this man. Weighing their strength, he realized his own chances of victory were nearly zero.

The real problem was that this opponent was simply too bizarre and mysterious—a giant eagle, a magic bean, special equipment, and a physique nearly matching his own.

“No wonder the German army couldn’t handle this freak. Logan, I’ll take your life another day,” Sabretooth muttered through gritted teeth, vanishing swiftly into the urban sprawl.