Chapter 93

As dawn breaks, atop the rooftop of a temple. A young man clad in black combat attire, and a rugged, bare-chested elder, stood face-to-face, separated by a distance of five meters. The atmosphere was grave and oppressive, and each was ready to engage in a deadly battle.

There is no need to mention Kyle, the war hero whose rank of lieutenant general was earned through the countless bodies of enemy soldiers, embodying the power of conquest. A meat grinder on the battlefield, a demon butcher.

As for Logan, the Wolverine of the world, he has lived a life of constant encounter and separation, a lone wolf. Ever since he acquired the genes of a lone wolf and a self-healing factor through genetic mutation, he was fated to experience the wars and turmoil of different eras.

When two people with a killing aura face off, even the air on the rooftop is permeated with a vague scent of blood and a melancholy air of death.

Do they really have to reach this point to retrieve the self-healing factor card?

Kyle clenched his fists, every muscle in his body tense. Confronting the formidable opponent of the Wolverine, he was unsure whether the emotions that surged within him were fear or excitement.

He clasped the hilt of his sword, drawn from its sheath, with his left hand behind his back.

No matter what, this chance must not be missed- although arranging the army to assist in capturing Logan after the battle would be more secure, the opponent may slip away from the battlefield and disappear in some other part of the world.

With an opportunity that may never come again, it would be foolish to retreat out of fear of battle risks.

With this thought, Kyle's eyes shone with a newfound determination, his left hand firmly gripping his single-handed sword, and his right hand balled into a fist with a gilded armguard.

'Rustle rustle...'

The venom similarly expressed its excitement, and without Kyle's reminder, countless black threads emerged from the mark on his chest, forming a black mask covering his face.

"Come on!" Logan growled, his wolf-like sharp claws stretched in front of him, his fur standing on end from his innate sensitivity as a wild beast, knowing that the young man before him was extremely dangerous!

Even in half a century, there have only been one or two enemies as strong as this.

"Advance!"

Almost simultaneously, the two men exploded into action, facing each other head-on. Both skilled in offensive warfare, neither was willing to give the other an advantage.

The distance of five meters was but a blink of an eye as the two figures collided with each other at breakneck speed. Logan's razor sharp claws and Kyle's right arm's vibration-golden arm guard were the first to collide, with the wolf-like bony claws slightly disadvantaged as they lost their momentum.

A flicker of surprise appeared in Logan's eyes, but he quickly flipped his claws with expert skill, brushing past the surface of Kyle's vibration-golden arm guard and swiping towards Kyle's body.

Kyle, with quick reflexes, swung his sword to block, narrowly intercepting the three claws that were reaching for his chest. The sodium-carbon steel sword and the wolf-like claws continued to collide in the air, producing a series of crisp and sharp sounds.

The two men fought more fiercely as sweat poured from their bodies, and the roof floor was periodically slashed with long sword marks and claw marks.

In theory, with Logan's hundreds of combat techniques and Kyle's comprehensive enhancement of his super soldier physique, Kyle would not be able to make up for the gap and soon fall into a disadvantage.

Thanks to the potent physique-augmenting properties of his venomous battle armor and the formidable suppression of his gilded arm guard, Kyle managed to stave off the relentless, ferocious assault of Logan's razor claws and prolong the stalemate into a long, grueling battle.

This was exactly the scenario that Kyle had hoped for!

Fortunately for him, Logan's razor claws and physical bone structure had not yet merged with Adelman metal at this stage of the world, otherwise the gilded arm guard would have been completely outmatched.

At present, Kyle had effectively established restrictions not only within a meter but also within half a meter of his surroundings during combat.

With bated breath, Kyle threw himself into the brutal showdown with Logan, while simultaneously sizing up the latter's ability cards. He considered drawing the blue ability card for self-healing, but with a reading time of half an hour within one meter, it was impossible to achieve under these battle conditions.

Therefore, he could only start with the green rare combat ability card, which could gradually bridge the gap in skill disparity.

[Expertise in Brutal Combat]:

Mastery of combat techniques characterized by unparalleled ferocity. A green, rare ability card.

[Proficiency in Ancient Martial Arts]:

Expertise in ancient, primal martial arts techniques. A green, rare ability card.

....

Each reading time lasts only three minutes and only the ability cards with the prefix "Green Rare" can make the current Kyle feel a noticeable improvement in his skills.

With a clash of swords and claws, Kyle and Logan engage in a deadly dance atop the rooftop. Each strike holds the potential to end the other's life, but is deftly countered with expert techniques.

This is the hallmark of a master in hand-to-hand combat, seeing moves and countering them, integrating fighting into their very being.

With both warriors possessing physical attributes surpassing the average person, the dust flies as they engage in close-quarters combat, causing the rooftop to quiver under the strain.

The battle rages on for several minutes, and when both combatants grow weary, that is when the outcome becomes most clear.

Three claws whistled through the air, splattering droplets of blood as they forcibly backed a black figure several steps.

Logan's face flushed red, his eyes overflowing with killing intent. His outstretched, wolf-like claws were stained with vermilion blood.

Opposite him, Kyle gasped for breath, clutching his chest with his right hand. The smooth tears in his poison suit revealed three deep claw marks.

"I'm sorry, even though we're allies, now that you know my secret, you must die here." Logan coldly looked at the exhausted, wounded Kyle, the battle pausing for a moment as his rapid breathing started to calm.

"The self-healing factor. It's all here," Kyle shook his head in resignation, having long foreseen this outcome.

Even with the help of drawn cards, during this skirmish Kyle was still no match for Logan, who combined his lone wolf genes with a self-healing factor. The endurance of a super soldier couldn't stand up against him!

"It's all over." Logan said, with blood-stained wolf-like claws, he walked forward with a cold demeanor.

"Is it over? Let's see about that!" Kyle took a deep breath, disregarding his serious injuries, he lifted his sword and charged towards Logan with determination, as if making a final stand.

Before the battle, he had rehearsed this fight in his mind several times. He was very clear about the crucial ace in the hole that he possessed - the only way to defeat Logan's infinite self-healing ability -

The sodium carbon steel sword in his left hand that could suppress self-healing factors!

During the intense battle, Kyle had used his sodium carbon steel sword to block Logan's claws, and his right hand, protected by a shock-absorbing gauntlet, had carried out the attacks. He had not deliberately left any injuries on Logan with the sword to make him aware, all for this moment!

The final blow to determine the outcome!