Only Adamantium Can Fight Adamantium

"Madam, I know you won't listen, but I still want to say this: put your claws away. Stryker is dead, and you have no reason to continue fighting."

Russell brandished the Adamantium Blade, the sword energy leaving his body and tearing a groove in the flat ground.

"..."

The Deathstrike remained expressionless, her gaze lingering on the long sword for a moment before she spread her hands, revealing ten sharp claws crossed in front of her chest.

The negotiations ended before they even began. Russell stopped wasting words, swung his sword, and unleashed a crescent-shaped sword aura at the Deathstrike.

The sword energy struck, its sharp edge carving a trench in the ground. The Deathstrike was prepared and rolled over on the ground.

In the instant she dodged the sword energy, her delicate body suddenly tensed, and with the power of a female leopard's waist, she pushed off the ground with both legs, her five sharp claws raised high, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Russell.

Compared to her fight with Logan, Deathstrike was more cautious in her attacks against Russell. Perhaps lacking information about Russell, she didn't continue to rely on her Immortal Body to withstand attacks, but instead maximized her advantage in agility.

However, no matter how careful a physical attack-type warrior is, they will eventually have to engage in close combat.

Russell's lips curled slightly as he strode forward and swung his longsword down fiercely.

Bite!

The claws blocked the long sword, halting the Deathstrike's high-speed movement. But it wasn't over yet; a terrifying force emanated from the blade, pressing down on her entire body along her arm. Her face filled with terror, she switched to using her ten claws to parry.

Click!

The force was channeled into the ground, leaving two deep shoe prints under the Deathstrike's feet. She felt as if she were carrying a mountain on her back, her body trembled, and unable to withstand the pressure, she collapsed to her knees with a thud.

The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. Deathstrike gritted her teeth and barely withstood Russell's terrifying power, her ten sharp claws sliding repeatedly on the longsword.

Squeak! Squeak—

Accompanied by a harsh grinding sound, sparks flew from the point where the blade and claws made contact.

"No need to try. This knife is made of Adamantium, just like the bones in your body. It can't be scratched." Russell said, suddenly exerting force with his arm, and the long knife pressed down with great force, slashing at the Deathstrike's shoulder.

The Deathstrike's eyebrows shot up. She used all her strength to barely block the Blade from pressing down, but she couldn't lift it even an inch. She was pinned to the spot and unable to move.

"Madam, times have changed. These days, you can't fight with just your fists; you have to use your brain..."

Russell held the knife in one hand to subdue the Deathstrike, and with the other hand, he drew his Desert Eagle from his waist, pressed the dark muzzle against the Deathstrike's forehead, pulled the trigger, and fired a high-intensity Mana Destruction Bullet.

Bang!

The explosion occurred at close range, right to her face. The Deathstrike was thrown back by the surging Magic Power, crashing heavily into the wall behind her before her body bounced up and slammed to the ground.

Her beautiful face was gone; her entire face was a bloody mess, as if it had been licked by a tiger, and the Adamantium skeleton inside was clearly visible.

"Wow, Russell is ruthless. He ruined such a beautiful face just like that. What a heartless man. He just told me that this was his type." Deadpool exclaimed, having somehow gotten close to Logan.

"Stay away from me!"

After Logan finished speaking, seeing that Deadpool was unmoved, he took two steps to the side, making no attempt to hide the look of disgust on his face.

"Dude, don't do that. We're teammates now. You should call me 'Respected Captain Deadpool'." Deadpool moved closer, following Logan closely.

"I'm afraid that won't work. I've already decided that I won't join your team."

"Why?"

Deadpool was dumbfounded. "Logan, are you possessed? Stryker is dead. Only we know your past. Don't you want your memories anymore?"

"No, I don't want it."

Logan stated firmly that if his past was truly that of a heinous bastard, as Stryker claimed, then such painful memories were better left untouched.

Previously, Logan believed that he was lonely and out of place in the world because he had no past and was an unwanted person.

After meeting Stryker, he realized that his loneliness was not the fault of the world, but of himself. The world wanted to accept him, but he repeatedly turned away the outstretched hand of kindness.

In fact, his lonely heart had already found a harbor; the large family of the Mutant Academy gave him a sense of belonging, but he just hadn't realized it yet.

"Buddy, think it over again. Memories are humanity's most precious treasure. When you're so old you can't move, lying in bed waiting for someone to change your diapers, all you can do is quietly look back on your life, realize you were a scumbag, pull out your oxygen tube with immense regret, and end up being hung on the wall..."

Bang!

Logan drew the pistol from Deadpool's waist and, mimicking Russell, shot him. The feeling...

Great!

Without the incessant chatter, the whole world instantly feels refreshed. A sense of tranquility washes away the dregs of the Mind Stone, allowing the body and mind to return to the embrace of nature, as if one's spiritual realm has been elevated.

This kind of exhilaration is something that people who haven't experienced Deadpool simply can't understand.

"Damn it, I should have discovered this move sooner." Logan shook his head, and seeing that Deadpool seemed to be fully healed, he pointed the gun at Deadpool's head and fired another shot.

At this moment, he was elevated once again!

In the scene, the Deathstrike, whose self-healing was not yet complete, staggered to her feet. Her facial muscles remodeled, and she could directly participate in a blood-soaked horror film without makeup.

Russell kicked the Deathstrike in the chest with a flying kick. The force sent her flying backward and crashing into the wall. As her body bounced up in mid-air, Russell thrust his longsword straight through her chest and pinned her to the wall.

Bang!

A high-intensity Mana Destruction Bullet slammed into the face of the Deathstrike. Russell turned and waved to Logan: "Don't pay any attention to Wade, or he'll keep bothering you. Come and help now."

Logan upon hearing this, emptied the magazine in one go, threw the pistol at Deadpool, and quickly walked over to Russell's side.

"How can I help? What should I do?"

"Stand still, relax your whole body, and leave the rest to me."

"..."

Logan was wondering how he could help if he stood still when he saw Russell bend down and grab his ankle. An ominous premonition rose in his mind, and the next second his body was upside down, and the world spun around him.

"Get out of here!"

Based on Russell's years of experience watching TV series, if you break free from Mind Stone- control-like ability, just hit it hard on the head and give it a reboot; the effect will be immediate.

It sounds fantastical, but it's not entirely without merit when considering real-life examples. In the Avengers, Hawkeye was controlled by the Mind Stone, but Natasha cured him with a single blow.

As for why Logan was used as a weapon to awaken the Deathstrike...

Isn't that obvious? Using your own hands would hurt so much!

Moreover, someone once said that only Adamantium can counter Adamantium.

"Ah..."

Logan's screams echoed through the lab; the centrifugal force nearly made him vomit his midnight snack. He was filled with regret for trusting Russell so easily and being so unguarded. He should have realized sooner that someone who partnered with Deadpool must have an abnormal thought process.

At the same time, it also strengthened their resolve that they would never join the Silly Bird X-Force.

Bang!

Logan and the Deathstrike were forehead to forehead, and the dull chimes echoed, their lingering sound reverberating.

Logan, the humanoid weapon, foamed at the mouth and was casually tossed to the ground by Russell. Judging from the occasional twitching of his limbs, he was probably done for.

The Deathstrike was similar; her head drooped, and she could only stand up by relying on the Adamantium Blade. After Russell drew his long knife, she slid down against the wall and sat on the ground, remaining motionless for a long time.

"Is this... not cured yet?"

Russell stroked his chin, squatted down, and gripped Logan's ankle again. If once didn't work, try twice. After a few tries and learning from the experience, he would definitely succeed.

"Wait... wait a minute!"

Just as Russell was about to swing his weapon, Deathstrike tremblingly stretched out her hand, her face full of terror, and said, "It's okay, I'm awake now, I've never been so awake before."

Are you sure?

Russell frowned slightly. The Deathstrike's eyes regained their luster, and her expression became like that of an ordinary person, showing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. She must be alright.

But Logan, the humanoid weapon, feels great to handle. What should we do?

"Confirmed! Absolutely certain!" The Deathstrike nodded repeatedly, fearing that Russell would strike her again. Heaven have mercy, her brain had just turned to mush.

"I see!"

"That's great, you finally understand." The Deathstrike wept with joy.

"However, mind control is very complex. To prevent a relapse, let's consolidate the treatment." Russell said, sending chills down the spine of the Deathstrike, as he lifted Logan up and swung him around wildly like a windmill.

Bang!

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