Gambit Beaten Down, the Name Miss Sinister

The Pig Butchering Knife slashed diagonally, its blade edge enveloped in a layer of white energy, heading straight for the Gambit.

The Gambit blocked the attack with his long staff, and the staff's impact with the blade caused a burst of purplish-red light, as his mutated ability expanded wildly outwards along the staff.

Sing Sing's wrist sank, and the blade pressed down hard.

The two were very close, and Sing Sing stared intently into the Gambit' empty red eyes, trying to discern something from them.

The long stick was pulled back, creating a whirlwind, and then thrust straight at Sing Sing's throat.

This strike was both accurate and deadly.

Normally, Old Zhou would have teased him, saying things like, "With your skills, you could be a Shaolin Temple monk performing with a staff."

But there's no time for that nonsense right now.

He turned his head to avoid the tip of the staff, slapped the staff away with the back of his knife, and took a half step forward, using his shoulder to directly strike the Gambit in the chest.

The Gambit raised his hand and placed it on Sing Sing's shoulder, forcibly pulling back while simultaneously drawing three cards with his left hand.

Old Zhou clicked his tongue in exasperation. Just how many playing cards was this kid hiding on him?

This game must have used up at least three decks of cards, right?

A crimson light flashed, Sing Sing kicked him in the wrist, sending three cards flying and exploding into three large fireballs.

Rock fragments rained down on them, and the two men simultaneously retreated to create distance between them.

"Remy... do you fucking remember what happened at the Brooklyn docks?" Sing Sing yelled at the top of his lungs, "What did you say to me?"

"You said you only owe two kinds of people in your life: those who saved your life and those who bought you drinks! I've fallen for both, and now you're going to deny it, huh?"

The Gambit didn't react at all, sweeping his long stick in circles.

This time the force was three times greater, Sing Sing raised his knife to block it.

If the bone hadn't been forcibly set, this wouldn't have been a serious matter.

But he did it anyway, which caused his old right shoulder injury to throb with pain.

He gritted his teeth and took two steps back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The Gambit strode after him, his staff ruthless and vicious, leaving no room for escape, his upward thrusts, downward slashes, and sudden stabs all executed in one fluid motion.

But Sing Sing has a very sharp eye.

When the seventh blow came, there was a very slight pause in the Gambit's right elbow.

"You damned France..."

Sing Sing muttered a curse under his breath, his voice hoarse.

The Gambit' next attack followed immediately.

The long stick is lifted from the lower left, and two charged cards are simultaneously thrown out with the left hand. One card goes in a straight line to block the front, while the other goes around in an arc to flank.

Old Zhou simply stopped hiding.

With a sudden release, the Pig Butchering Knife plunged into the floor, the blade disappearing into the ground up to the hilt.

Sing Sing stared at the figure of the Gambit rushing towards him, his hands empty.

The Gambit remained unfazed, accelerating his long stick and aiming straight for Sing Sing's temple.

If that blow had landed squarely on him, his skull would have cracked open.

But just as the tip of the stick was about to touch his temple, the stick's trajectory shifted very slightly.

The stick tip grazed his temple, veering less than two centimeters off course—this was an attack Remy forced to deflect with his last ounce of consciousness.

Two centimeters.

Just two centimeters is enough.

Sing Sing pushed off the ground with his left foot and sprang up, sliding in along the stick like an eel into the Gambit's close-range defense.

Iron Mountain Lean!

Caught off guard, the Gambit was struck by Sing Sing's angry blow, causing him to vomit blood on the spot.

But Old Zhou's attack continued, grabbing the France who was about to fly out and pulling him into his arms.

Blind Massage Hands, please!

With two fingers of his right hand joined together, he thrust out, a wisp of white light emanating from his fingertips, striking the ulnar nerve plexus on the inner side of the right elbow joint of the card Gambit.

The Inner Qi flows in along the meridians, directly penetrating the most vulnerable nodes of the nerve bundles.

The Gambit lost all strength below his right elbow on the spot, and his long stick fell to the ground and bounced twice.

The index and middle fingers of the left hand strike simultaneously, Gambit hitting three acupoints on the left arm: the shoulder socket, Quchi, and Hegu.

The Inner Qi, like a needle, pierces deep into the joint, completely blocking the transmission pathways of motor nerves.

"No matter what you're transformed into, the acupoints I'm pressing are scientifically sound! Anatomically certified, backed by Traditional Chinese Medicine, and absolutely genuine!"

All six acupoint sealing techniques were successful.

The Gambit' arms hung limply, and the deck of cards he hadn't yet used scattered all over the floor, suits facing up—a hand of mixed cards.

Sing Sing glanced at it and chuckled.

Even fate is telling you you can't win this hand, buddy.

But Gambit's legs were still mobile, and with a flick of his knee, he struck Sing Sing's lower abdomen.

He dodged the impact by turning to the side, his legs springing up from the ground and wrapping around the Gambit' upper body like a noose.

Invincible Wind-Fire Wheels!

Start spinning!

With the twisting force of his legs combined with the rotational torque of his waist, he immediately twisted the Gambit down and threw him to the ground. Sing Sing then mounted him and locked his torso with his legs.

With his arm crippled, the Gambit could only bang his head against the wall.

"Behave yourself!" Sing Sing punched Gambit on the Gambit. "Don't move!"

Seeing that the guy was still struggling, Sing Sing grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and swung him into the air.

Pull your right leg back to gather power, unleash your Great Strength Vajra Leg!

That kick landed Gambit's chest.

The force of the kick was just right—enough to send a person flying without breaking their ribs.

The Gambit did two and a half somersaults in mid-air before crashing into a wall more than ten meters away.

He slid down the wall and fell to the ground, kneeling and vomiting two mouthfuls of bloody foam.

His clear and bright spirit emerged from those stagnant eyes.

Sensing something was amiss, Sing Sing strode over and squatted down in front of him.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the Gambit's lips were trembling violently.

He was using the last vestige of his own consciousness to fight against the mental shackles in his mind.

"Sinistre..."

Sing Sing quickly moved almost half a body length closer.

"... Mademoiselle..."

Gambit uttered the last syllable, the last glimmer of hope he had managed to muster seemed to be extinguished by the wind. His eyes rolled back, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted on the spot.

Sing Sing squatted there for a long time without moving.

Sinistre... Mademoiselle... (French)

He learned a few phrases from Old Pierre, who sold France bread at the stall next to the market.

Sinistre: Omen, calamity, misfortune. Mademoiselle: young lady.

Miss Sinister?

That figure is indeed an Omen.

This France, obsessed with saving face and suffering for it, in an Extremis where his mind had been turned upside down, chose to use his last bit of lucidity to transmit information about the "Lady".

Colossus, sitting against the wall in the distance, saw the whole thing clearly.

From beginning to end, all he saw was a man covered in blood forcibly bringing a top-tier combat Mutants who had been under mind control back to his original form.

Sing Sing didn't give himself much time to stand there in a daze.

He hoisted the unconscious Gambit onto his right shoulder, then casually pulled the Pig Butchering Knife from the ground and sheathed it.

A sharp pain shot through his right shoulder, and Sing Sing strode towards Colossus.

Another piece of concrete fell from above, landing three steps behind him.

"Get out of here... this awful place is about to collapse completely!"

He paused for a moment and glanced at Colossus's empty left shoulder.

Are you able to walk?

"I can walk."

Two men, each missing an arm or a leg, one carrying his unconscious former friend, the other missing half of his body.

The central laboratory that once imprisoned the Magik was gradually swallowed up by the ruins amidst continuous collapses.