A Bit Dazzling

"Nothing on Earth can withstand a blade forged from Adamantium!"

Stryker could not believe it.

Yet there was no blood or spilled organs. Ron had not been cleaved in two.

He was completely unharmed.

Weapon 11's Adamantium blade had not even cut through his clothes.

"Even the sharpest blade needs force behind it to cut something."

Dressed in a silver-gray suit, Ron glanced at the blade resting on his shoulder.

"The greatest harm that blade can do to me is dirty my clothes."

He threw a punch. Violent kinetic force erupted in an instant, and a circular shockwave exploded against No. 11's chest.

Clang!

It sounded like steel being struck by a hammer.

As if he had been hit by a heavy truck speeding at full tilt, Weapon 11 was sent flying sideways.

Like a stone viciously skipped across water, his body struck and tore through the ground several times before bouncing back up. He flew dozens of meters in a sorry state, plowing a long trench before finally stopping.

"Adamantium truly lives up to its reputation. It is rather hard."

Feeling the rebounding kinetic force transmitted back into his fist, he smiled.

Boom~

In an instant, Ron appeared before Weapon 11. Looking down at him, Ron planted a foot on him, glanced at the scarred, uneven part of his face where his mouth had vanished, and shook his head slightly.

"With how you look, you would be unstoppable if you were thrown into the Alien world. Too bad you cannot go there."

A Facehugger would have absolutely no way to deal with the person before it, because he did not even have a mouth.

A bloody, mangled hole had exploded through Weapon 11's chest, exposing his silver Adamantium sternum.

It had not been caused by explosives, but by the terrifying kinetic force carried in Ron's fist, which had blown apart the flesh.

"This skeleton is quite useful. It kept you from turning into a pile of meat paste."

He gave a faint smile.

Come to think of it, flushing out Stryker had been quite worthwhile.

He could obtain plenty of Adamantium, the hardest metal in the X-Men universe, and take over the genetic modification technology Stryker had researched.

Sizzle!

Weapon 11, lying on the ground, lit up his eyes with a dazzling red glow and suddenly fired at Ron's head.

Radiation beams carrying terrifying energy scorched the air!

"A bit dazzling."

Ron casually raised a hand to block the beam, which could easily cut through several meters of reinforced concrete. He merely remarked that it was a little dazzling, as though he were blocking an ordinary red beam of light.

Holding back the terrifying beam with one hand, he pressed the other onto Weapon 11's head. His five fingers clenched like iron claws, and he grabbed No. 11 by the head, swung his entire body up, and violently smashed him into the ground!

Boom!

A pit several meters wide was smashed into the ground, and pebbles scattered nearby leapt violently.

Even Raven and Emma, standing far away, felt the ground shake fiercely.

Bzzzt!

The screen flickered with static. Fortunately, it was only a signal fluctuation and quickly returned to normal.

But as he looked through his fingers at Ron's seemingly enormous figure in the dust, Stryker's expression was stunned.

The Adamantium blades were useless, and the Laser Eyes beams likewise could not inflict even the slightest injury on him.

"Could it be that the killing machine I painstakingly developed is inferior to a naturally born mutant?"

He clenched his fists, even wondering whether he had entered the wrong program and set it to subdue rather than kill.

"Wait, that helmet?!"

Stryker's pupils shrank as he noticed the peculiar helmet Ron wore.

"A young man wearing a specially made helmet... where have I heard of him before?"

The next second, he abruptly rose from his chair in the control room. Even separated by a screen, he was frightened into unease.

"It is him, that man!"

Nearly half a year ago, in that stretch of sea, the two most powerful fleets on Earth had been completely annihilated, without a single survivor. Yet a CIA agent named Moira MacTaggert had witnessed and taken part in the incident, then endured layer upon layer of lie detector tests.

According to her account, the truly more terrifying mutant was not Magneto, who had destroyed the fleets, but the mutant called Black King.

He possessed destructive power comparable to a low-yield nuclear bomb and had tried to ignite World War Three, only to be stopped and killed by another young mutant named Ron.

Ron, who had copied Black King's ability, had ultimately taken Black King's helmet, which could resist all Psionic Ability, as a trophy and disappeared.

"No, no!"

Stryker, who had vaguely heard of this classified matter, panicked.

He hurriedly changed the command input, wanting Weapon 11 to retreat.

No matter how confident he was in Weapon 11, he did not believe he could contend with a walking nuclear bomb!

While Stryker struggled to remember.

Weapon 11 launched repeated attacks against Ron, including Teleportation combined with alloy blades and Laser Eyes beams, but he could not even damage Ron's clothing.

His peculiar method of teleportation caused an Adamantium skeleton to appear first, followed by flesh and blood. He flickered around Ron, launching attack after attack.

"I thought you would bring me a little surprise."

Another slash landed on his back. Ron shook his head as if humoring a child at play.

"But after all this back and forth, you have no new tricks."

He had thought No. 11's abilities might have changed somewhat, but they were still the same: super-speed nerves, rapid healing, Laser Eyes, and teleportation.

The other X-Gene transplantation techniques were presumably still immature.

Having lost interest in playing any longer, he casually waved a hand.

Weapon 11 was swatted away like a fly. He landed more than ten meters away, then rose again with half the flesh on his face smashed apart, exposing the silver skeleton beneath as it rapidly healed.

"Kind of like a Terminator, just a bit smaller."

Ron gave his casual assessment.

Suddenly, Weapon 11 froze in a cold, mechanical manner. He teleported again, but instead of charging at Ron, he appeared a hundred meters away and rapidly teleported farther into the distance.

He was done fighting and wanted to escape?

"Did I permit you to leave?"

Ron stared at No. 11, his gaze turning cold.

Weapon 11's teleportation ability came from the X-Gene transplanted from Wraith of X-Force. His ability allowed rapid teleportation, but it had a fatal flaw: his skeleton would flash into existence during teleportation.

If one caught the flashing skeleton, he would be unable to teleport again.

However, Ron did not use Teleportation to chase after him and exploit that weakness to stop him with such effort.

There was no need.

"Let me give you a taste of my Laser Eyes too."

Without moving from where he stood, Ron kept his hands in his pockets as scarlet light lit up in his eyes.

Across several hundred meters, Plasma Rays containing terrifying energy pierced through the sky and arrived in an instant!

Buzz!

Weapon 11, who had tried to teleport away again, was struck in the back. His flesh shattered and vaporized, leaving behind only a red-hot steel skeleton that fell to the ground.

The surrounding grassland was scorched black.

The battle ended with a single strike.

On the other side, the screen before Stryker went black. He slammed his fist heavily onto the desk in frustration.

"It is over. No. 11 is gone!"

"No, I need to get out of here."

A strong sense of foreboding surrounded him. He felt that something would definitely happen if he did not leave, so he hurriedly ordered the laboratory staff to pack up and depart immediately.

"Quickly, quickly, get out of here!"

"Are you all right, Ron?"

Seeing that the battle was over, Raven ran over with Emma and asked with concern. They had watched from afar and seen Ron take several slashes.

But when they approached, they seemed to discover that even Ron's clothes were perfectly intact.

"I am fine. Let us take a look at our 'Terminator.'"

Without even losing a hair, Ron slowly walked over to No. 11 with the two women.

On the charred ground lay a red-hot steel skeleton, radiating heat and showing no signs of recovering even after a long while.

"Is he dead, Ron?"

After studying it for a few moments, Emma looked up and asked doubtfully.