The Worst X-Men I've Ever Seen

Charles and Erik exchanged heated words, and the two started arguing. Professor X, watching this familiar scene, found his eyes suddenly filled with light.

Some were moved by the past, others enjoyed the spectacle, and still others remained completely detached.

Logan seemed to have forgotten that his daughter Laura was in the car, staring intently at Qin across the way, his mouth practically watering.

"Ha, men!"

Wade scoffed dismissively, genuinely despising Logan, that lecherous scoundrel. He pulled a box of cigars from Logan's pocket, handed one to Russell, and squatted down to puff away.

After his brother died, Wade turned over a new leaf and became a better person. Even though his perfect lover Mystique was right across from him, he never even looked at her directly.

No other reason than that I quit!

Russell removed his mask and squatted down next to Wade. Just as he was about to ask for a Psylocke, Psylocke, who was very perceptive, came over and gently rubbed her fingertips together. Her telekinetic energy turned into physical energy, and the friction generated heat to light the cigar.

On the X-Men's side, Quicksilver Pietro, having reached his limit, met his father Magneto and confirmed with his own eyes that the man was not the Coldblood Butcher as rumored, but clearly a naive middle-aged man whose mind was not yet mature.

Consequently, Charles, who was highly respected among Mutants, also saw his towering image crumble. The bickering between the two middle-aged men made it difficult for him to feel any respect for them anymore.

Pietro blew bubble gum, stretched his limbs, stepped out of the X-Men's line, and decided to take matters into his own hands and end this tedious battle in 0.01 seconds.

Charles stopped arguing and hurriedly called out to him, "Pietro, what are you doing?"

"I'll go and defeat them!"

Pietro put on his Goggles, turned his head to a 45-degree angle to look at the ground, his back view was extremely dashing.

"Don't be impulsive, they are very powerful..."

Pietro interrupted him abruptly, saying helplessly, "Professor, look over there. Can they really be called strong?"

Deadpool and Russell were squatting on the ground smoking cigars, with Psylocke squatting next to Russell, occasionally moving closer. Logan looked dazed, staring at Jean Grey from X-Men. The scene was quite cringe-worthy.

Charles opened his mouth, trying to elevate the four of them to a higher level, but couldn't find anything particularly impressive. After all, a combination of two Silly Bird and two infatuated girls wasn't very convincing.

Seeing Charles remain silent, Pietro took it as agreement and stopped ten meters in front of Russell and his group, arrogantly asking, "Are you coming at me all at once, or one by one? If one by one, who will be my first opponent?"

"..."

No one paid any attention to him, Pietro was quite embarrassed. He pointed at Logan, the only one standing among the four, and said, "Hey, you lecher over there, since you've volunteered to step forward, I'll reluctantly accept your challenge."

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Pietro: "..."

He can't bring himself to fight this kind of Silly Bird opponent, what should he do?

"Ahem, Logan, stop looking! You've made us all lose face. If someone greets you, respond quickly. It's so awkward over there."

After Russell finished speaking, seeing that Logan had no reaction, he curled his lip in disdain. "That lustful bastard, doesn't he think about his age? He already has a daughter, yet he still wants to philander."

Thinking of this, he picked up a cigar and pressed it against Logan's leg.

Sizzle

As smoke rose, Logan snapped back to reality with a howl, his eyes blazing with fury. "Russell, what are you doing? Why are you burning me with a cigar?"

"I'm putting out my cigarette! Also, someone has challenged you. You need to finish this quickly, either you win or they win."

Pietro agreed, "That's right, let's hurry up and finish this quickly."

That's just how young people are; they like to learn from the Cavaliers and play one-on-one. But if it were someone as mature and sensible as Russell, if his opponent dared to be stunned, he would make sure his opponent could never be stunned again.

"Why would I fight with a child? There's no point in winning anyway..."

Russell spoke up in displeasure and walked up to Pietro. Looking at the man's full head of silver hair, his eyes suddenly lit up as he remembered that Quicksilver Pietro was Magneto's son.

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"Kid, you can't be too arrogant. Uncle beat you up today not for any other reason than to teach you a lesson and make you learn..."

Before Logan could finish speaking, Pietro activated his supersonic movement ability, instantly disappearing from his spot and delivering a powerful punch to Logan's face.

Bang!

Pietro used almost all his strength in that punch. The force was mutual, and the moment he stopped, he clutched his fist and screamed in pain.

Pietro possesses an extraordinary physique, ensuring that his body can withstand the strong air resistance during high-speed movement. However, it is clear that his physique has been weakened compared to the comics.

Clang!

Logan launched six sharp claws, looking at Pietro warily. He was too fast; before Pietro could react, he was punched.

Pietro swung his arm, the metal claws startling him. "My God, what are you?"

"Kid, come on again. You won't see me again this time."

Logan frowned slightly and withdrew his claws, which he had instinctively extended. Although he disliked Magneto, he was, after all, Pietro's elder. It was fine to beat up a brat who didn't know any better, but there was no need to cripple him.

"You lecher, wait until you catch up with me before you start spouting nonsense!"

Pietro vanished from the spot, dashing into the teaching building like lightning, and then dashing out again with an iron rod in his hand. He then proceeded to beat Logan, sending him flying through the air.

Russell gazed at the white hurricane rising in the arena. "Looks like Logan can't beat him. What a disgrace, calling himself 'uncle'!"

Deadpool disagrees. "In the comics, Logan used his Beast -like senses to anticipate and stop Quicksilver at full speed. Perhaps history will repeat itself. By the way, Parker also used his Spider-Sense to stop Quicksilver, so speed alone is useless."

"That makes sense, speed is useless."

Just as the two were boasting, the hurricane in the arena suddenly stopped, and Logan remained in the uppercut stance. Pietro hung on his fist, his eyes bulging, and he vomited stomach acid.

"Young man, your combat experience is really worrying."

Logan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and tossed Pietro to Charles's feet. The poor boy had a stomach spasm and couldn't even muster the strength to stand up.

Raven and Hank helped Pietro up, but he could only hold on for three seconds before collapsing from the pain, his eyes rolling back as he fainted.

After Logan finished his fight, he turned and returned to the X-Force lineup, not intending to continue. However, this time he was much more restrained, perhaps because he had been hit hard by several blows, and instead focused on thinking with his head down, no longer staring intently at Jean.

Charles's face turned pale and then red; his high hopes for Pietro had been dashed in an instant.

Sure enough, the four guys on the other side looked unreliable, but their strength was extraordinary.

Although Pietro fell down, he had tested the enemy's level. The X-Men looked at Charles, waiting for him to give orders.

Charles was troubled. Pietro's loss of fighting ability had disrupted his entire plan. He remained silent, pondering a new battle plan.

"Russell, what are you doing? This is a battlefield. Show your true strength." Professor X, sitting in the car, spoke coldly, "Stop playing around and get serious!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Deadpool scratched his head, stood up, and stomped out his cigar. He cracked his knuckles and shoved Russell aside. "You're the one. You're the weakest in the team. If they can't even beat you, we'll just play around."

Russell rolled his eyes at Deadpool. This guy lost his brother, yet his IQ has steadily increased, and he's even learned how to act cool.

He glanced at the X-Men who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, picked up the mask from the ground, put it back on his face, and said in a cold voice, "Our bald boss has spoken. I will go all out from now on. If you want the fight to be interesting, you'd better all come at me at once."

Upon hearing this, Shockwave Alex immediately used his ability, gathering a ball of red energy in his chest and shooting it towards Russell with a whoosh.

There is suspicion of a sneak attack, but there is no such thing as a sneak attack on the battlefield, so this is not the case.

Russell raised his hand and drew the Adamantium Blade, holding it horizontally in front of his chest. Just as the red light was about to strike, the blade slightly bent, deflecting the entire beam of light into the distance.

"How is that possible, with just a knife..." Alex found it hard to accept that his proud ability hadn't even scratched the hem of the other person's clothes.

"Why don't we all come at once? Am I not speaking English?" Russell brandished his red-hot blade and strode toward the X-Men, releasing a hint of killing intent with each step.

An overwhelming killing intent pressed down like a mountain, the heavy air making the X-Men feel dizzy, as if they were surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, filled with fear and unable to muster any courage to fight.

"So weak, someone this weak can be a hero..."

Russell dismissively commented, "To be honest, you guys are the worst X-Men I've ever seen!"