Wits Against Thin Air

Clang!

The sound of claws scraping against each other rang out. Logan turned around and was shocked to find that the seemingly weak woman he regarded as his secretary also possessed Adamantium skeleton.

From ten slender fingers, sharp claws extended, more numerous than his own...

1, 2, 3, 4...

That's all!

Logan silently calculated that the Deathstrike had four more claws than him. Fortunately, quantity did not represent quality; the Deathstrike's claws were sharp, narrow, and long, and were not in the same weight class as his.

"Hey, beautiful, Stryker is dead. You don't need to keep working for him. Now you can turn over a new leaf and start anew," the resurrected Deadpool shouted from the side.

Russell said, "Wade, it's no use. You should know she's hypnotized. She doesn't care whether Stryker lives or dies; she only knows to carry out Stryker's last order, which is to kill us."

"I know she's been hypnotized, she won't listen to anything I say, and I didn't mean to persuade her." Deadpool shrugged. "I just wanted to chat up a pretty girl, nothing more."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and Deadpool, who had already placed his hands on his chest, fell straight backward to the ground.

The gunshot was like a command. Deathstrike let out a low growl, and her ten sharp claws danced in a blur, confusing Logan's vision as she swiftly moved towards her.

Logan took a deep breath, ignoring the swirling silver claws, and aimed his sharp claws at the Deathstrike's throat.

Mutants with Adamantium skeletons must have superhuman healing factors in their bodies, because normal human bodies are too fragile to withstand the terrifying high temperatures during the modification process. They would be instantly burned to death the moment liquid Adamantium is injected into their bodies.

Logan, putting himself in her shoes, realized that Deathstrike possessed the same abilities as him: an indestructible skeleton and superhuman healing power. This was a protracted battle; whoever fell first would lose.

Logan's thinking was entirely correct, and he did not underestimate the Deathstrike because of her frail female appearance, but he still underestimated her.

The claws extending from her fingertips indicate that Deathstrike cannot have a fighting style as sweeping and aggressive as Logan's, which exudes a strong sense of brute force.

Both involve a combination of speed, power, and skill, both are ruthless and deadly, and both rely on Immortal Body to only attack and not defend. However, when they actually fight, they have completely different styles.

The Deathstrike moved nimbly; though her frail body was slightly weaker in strength, she was superior in agility. She wielded her claws, engaging in close combat, her claw attacks swift and vicious, quickly scratching Logan a bloody mess.

"This fight looks a bit like a cat and dog fight!"

"Indeed, a nimble cat and a silly, big dog..."

Deadpool got up from the ground, stood side by side with Russell, and looked at the flustered Logan with anticipation, ready to see him make a fool of himself.

"I bet 10 cents that Logan will get a good beating."

Russell glanced at Deadpool dismissively. "I'll give you $100. Take back what you said earlier, and let me say it."

"Make a deal!"

"..."

Hearing the two Silly Bird laughing at him, Logan was furious and secretly vowed to win back his dignity with his actions and slap those two Silly Bird in the face.

He traded blows for blows, suppressing the pain of his body being scratched all over, and launched a powerful attack, aiming each strike at the vital points on the Deathstrike's body, such as her throat, heart, and eye sockets.

Possessing extraordinary self-healing abilities, the vital points that would be fatal to an ordinary person are not enough to kill him, but they can slow down the Deathstrike's attack efficiency, ensuring that he maintains the initiative in the battle.

The idea is good. This tactic works very well against other Mutants with healing factors, such as Deadpool.

But Deathstrike is different. She is hypnotized and hallucinogenic, so she doesn't have any attack intervals due to pain. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she is a machine that only retains combat instincts.

With a flash of silver light, Logan endured several claw strikes, the six sharp claws on his fists piercing the Deathstrike's chest.

Success!

Logan smiled, and the next second, the Deathstrike slightly curled her fingers, and a flurry of claw shadows stabbed down, opening dozens of holes in Logan's body in one go.

Due to his injuries and intense pain, Logan instinctively went into a state of paralysis.

One step behind, and you'll be behind at every step!

The two were evenly matched, but Logan lost the initiative and was relentlessly humiliated by Deathstrike, unable to turn the tide and return to the same level of play as before.

Clang!

The Deathstrike slightly clenched her claws, gripping Logan's shoulder bone, then formed her palms into a knife, her five sharp claws aligned in a line, and viciously stabbed towards Logan's heart.

"Ah..."

A sharp pain shot through him, and Logan felt as if his heart was being twisted into a mushy mess, causing him to let out a agonizing scream.

Seeing that her attacks were effective, the Deathstrike raised and lowered her arm, repeatedly striking Logan's chest. He was drenched in sweat from the pain, as if he had just been pulled from the water. With a furious roar, he rammed his head into the Deathstrike's smooth forehead.

Clang!

Both of them fell backward at the same time. Logan shook his head as he got up, his vision spinning and everything was double-image. Even the claws on his fists seemed to have multiplied.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

Logan counted them three times to confirm that there were indeed many!

The Deathstrike staggered to her feet, blinked hard to focus, and stumbled toward Logan, before launching into another frantic, flailing attack.

Swish, swish, swish!

After the attack ended, Deathstrike took two steps back with a solemn expression, only to find that Logan was much faster than before. Even with all her strength, she couldn't even touch the hem of Logan's clothes.

"Hey, I'm here!"

Watching Deathstrike wits and struggle with thin air, Logan couldn't help but remind her that it would be even more perfect if he didn't also talk to thin air.

"Haha, the battle has suddenly become Silly Bird." Russell couldn't help but laugh out loud, despite his professional training.

Deadpool nodded repeatedly. "That's right, I've never seen anyone more Silly Bird than them."

Logan and the Deathstrike rested on the spot, and their vision returned to normal after half a minute.

Seeing the Deathstrike striding towards him, Logan hurriedly waved his hand. "Wait, wait a minute. I remember Stryker's last words were for you to kill the three of us, but why are you keeping attacking me?"

Deathstrike: "..."

That was a very insightful question, and it stumped her.

"So, it's time for the shift change. I'll call someone else up."

Regardless of what Deathstrike thought, Logan slipped away to Deadpool's side, grabbed his hand, and slapped it.

What are you doing?

"Idiot, the baton has been passed on. It's your turn to take the field now."

Deadpool's eyes widened at this, looking at his raised hand. "You think you can just hand over the baton like that? Doesn't Deadpool have any dignity?"

After saying that, Deadpool drew the pistol from his waist, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger with a bang, ending the fight right there on the sidelines.

"..."

Logan was dumbfounded. Could such a thing even be done?

"Logan, I told you to ignore that Silly Bird, why won't you listen?"

Russell stretched his arms and legs, drew the Adamantium Blade from his back, and said righteously, "It's my turn next. We'll take turns and exhaust her."

Three grown men taking turns beating up a woman; Logan wasn't thick-skinned enough and stammered, unable to say a word.

He came over to hand over the baton not because he was really no match for Deathstrike, but because Deadpool and Russell's conversation was too offensive, and he couldn't stand the buzzing in his ears.

"Listen, Logan, although she's under mind control, I have a way to bring her back to her senses..."

Russell looked at the Deathstrike waiting for the next contestant in the arena. "Under normal circumstances, if you want to awaken someone who is controlled by Mind Stone power, you just need to give them a good whack on the forehead."

"Physical attack! Are you sure?"

"Of course, I have seen many successful cases."

Russell's inexplicable confidence left Logan speechless. He said blankly, "I'm afraid this method won't work. I just tried physical attacks, and they were completely useless."

"So, under normal circumstances," Russell explained.

"What should we do in unusual situations?"

"Give me a couple of good whacks!"

"..."

Logan opened his mouth wide, indicating that he was speechless.

Clang!

Russell flicked the Adamantium Blade with his finger and strode toward Deathstrike: "Logan, I need your help later."

"What kind of help?"

"You'll find out soon enough..."