Ethan and Logan stepped outside, facing a group of heavily armed soldiers. Logan glanced at the young man beside him, dressed in an ordinary jacket, looking slightly concerned.
"Their firepower is serious. You gonna be okay?"
These so-called security forces were equipped with military-grade weapons, some even more advanced than what most armies had access to. Logan himself wasn't worried; nothing could kill him. But as for Ethan's combat abilities, he wasn't entirely sure.
He only knew that Ethan could summon a white energy shield and control objects from a distance. But how strong was he, really?
"Don't worry about me. These guys can't touch me."
As Ethan's psychic power had grown stronger, his reflexes had sharpened significantly. Years of training had pushed his body to the point where it could keep up with his reactions. As long as he had the Book of Inheritance ready, these ordinary soldiers had no chance of harming him—even with heavy weaponry.
To prevent any sneak attacks, Ethan had already tucked the Book of Inheritance into the back of his waistband, hidden beneath his jacket.
"Want to talk to them first?"
"Doesn't matter. If you feel like it, we're not in a rush."
The two of them walked forward at a leisurely pace, completely unfazed by the heavily armed soldiers, as if they were strolling through a park.
The soldiers, on the other hand, were confident in their superior firepower. But seeing the calm expressions of the two men approaching them, they couldn't help but feel a bit unsettled.
Only Donald Pierce, their leader and security director, sensed that something was off. He noticed Logan's state—completely different from the reports he had received.
Logan no longer looked like a dying old man. Instead, he resembled the ferocious Wolverine from years past.
Frowning, Pierce motioned for his men to stay alert before stepping forward to greet Logan with a casual, almost friendly demeanor.
"Wolverine... You know, I'm a big fan of yours. It really makes me happy to see you looking so healthy."
"Oh?" Logan stopped and looked at the blond man.
He didn't hear a trace of sincerity in his voice. On the contrary, the man's body language radiated wariness.
"I've never met a 'fan' who shows up with a full squad of armed soldiers. This is private property, and you're not welcome."
Logan wanted to see what this guy was up to.
Even though he had already sentenced these people to death in his mind, he was willing to give them a chance to say their last words.
"I know this place belongs to a smelting company, but that's irrelevant." Pierce waved dismissively, as if the matter wasn't even worth addressing.
"I'm here looking for a woman and a child. I'm sure you've seen them."
"So what?"
Logan's words and expression made it clear—Yeah, I've seen them. And? What do you want?
Pierce's face darkened. Things weren't unfolding as he had expected.
"Logan, you should appreciate the peaceful life you have now."
"Peaceful life?" Logan's voice remained calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it.
"You wiped out all mutants, tortured me for years, and you call that a peaceful life?"
Pierce's pupils shrank.
Logan knew.
Pierce had been proud, proud to have played a role in the extermination of mutants. But he had no intention of facing Wolverine's wrath alone.
Without hesitation, he stepped back and signaled his men to open fire. Even if they couldn't kill Wolverine, they needed to pin him down.
But he wasn't fast enough.
Ethan, who had been standing silently, playing the role of an invisible bystander, had been watching Pierce closely.
The moment Pierce moved, Ethan reacted.
Rushing forward was always faster than retreating.
Pierce had barely taken two steps back when Ethan, who had been standing a fair distance away closed the gap almost instantly.
His left fist swung toward the back of Pierce's head with brutal force.
If Pierce continued retreating, he would take the full impact of Ethan's punch. At best, he would be dazed; at worst, he would suffer a severe concussion.
Pierce had no choice but to drop down and roll to the side, barely avoiding the attack.
But dodging Ethan meant running straight into Logan.
With a swift movement, Logan drove his claws deep into Pierce's thigh.
Three gaping wounds tore through the flesh, blood pouring freely.
His leg was crippled, completely useless.
Ethan and Logan had deliberately chosen Donald Pierce as their target. From his tone and the way his subordinates treated him, it was clear that he was in charge and knew far more than the grunts under him.
Because of that, Logan was precise with his attack—Pierce was immobilized, but not fatally wounded. As long as he stopped the bleeding in time, he wouldn't die.
Pierce's fall was like a trigger.
Gunfire erupted in the desolate night, followed by shouts and screams as chaos descended on the battlefield.
Once the fight started, both Ethan and Logan became even more ruthless.
Wolverine relied on his Adamantium claws, nothing could withstand them. If a soldier tried to block with a gun, both the weapon and its wielder would be reduced to pieces.
Ethan, on the other hand, had a more refined approach. While his energy sword was sharp, it wasn't as absurdly unstoppable as Adamantium claws, meaning the soldiers could, in theory, parry with their weapons.
But that was just in theory.
These men were ordinary soldiers. Against Ethan, they had no chance. Every time they thought they could block an attack, Ethan would prove them wrong.
It was nothing more than an illusion of hope.
And just when they thought keeping their distance would be safer, Ethan pulled out a staff from nowhere.
With a flick of his wrist, glowing blue energy spheres shot out.
None of the soldiers could react in time.
The unlucky ones hit directly by the energy blasts were lucky if they died instantly. Those who survived the impact had their internal organs crushed beyond repair, death was only a matter of time.
But that wasn't the worst part.
What truly broke their spirits was realizing that no matter what they threw at Ethan—bullets, grenades, even high-caliber rounds, they couldn't break through his white energy shield.
At a distance, Ethan didn't even need to keep the shield up full-time. The remaining soldiers didn't have enough firepower to be a real threat.
And up close?
Ethan used their own teammates as cover.
Most of these soldiers carried M-series assault rifles, weapons with great penetration at mid-to-long range. But at extremely close range, they had a fatal flaw, after hitting an object, the impact caused the bullets to fragment and stay inside.
Which meant poor penetration at close quarters.
Ethan exploited this mercilessly, using enemy bodies as human shields. The soldiers couldn't shoot through their own men, and before they could react, they were cut down.
If anyone tried to back away, Ethan would conjure a magic shield around them, trapping them inside with him. Those unlucky enough to be caught could do nothing but watch helplessly as he cut them down one by one.
It was a massacre.
Against an enemy that couldn't be killed by sheer firepower, even the toughest nerves would break.
Barely two minutes into the battle, some of the soldiers finally snapped. They turned and ran.
Ethan casually finished off the enemy in front of him, then glanced around.
The battlefield was empty.
Most of the survivors were already running. Those still fighting were quickly being taken care of by Logan.
Seeing the fleeing soldiers, Logan didn't bother chasing them down. Instead, he glanced at Ethan—You got this?
Ethan spread his hands and summoned his magic suit.
That's right—up until now, he hadn't even been using it.
He had only relied on the Book of Inheritance for defense, the Battle Cross for attack, and occasionally his staff.
Logan wasn't surprised by Ethan's endless tricks. He already knew the guy was a magician. But why the sudden costume change?
Was there something special about that outfit?
Could it let him teleport directly in front of the escaping soldiers?
Logan soon realized his guess was wrong.
Ethan's suit didn't give him instant teleportation.
But when his cloak suddenly ignited and spread into a pair of blazing wings.
It was even more shocking than teleportation.
"I'll be back soon. Keep an eye on the guy trying to crawl away."
Pierce, who had been quietly tending to his wound, had hoped no one would notice him sneaking off.
Unfortunately for him, Ethan had already caught on.
Before Pierce could even attempt to flee, Logan stomped down on his injured leg.
The searing pain left him motionless—his escape plan crushed in an instant.
All he could do now was watch as Ethan soared into the sky, flames trailing behind him, and within moments.
He caught up to the fleeing soldiers and slaughtered them effortlessly.
(To be continued.)
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