“Good!”
Alex shouted and swung his sword again.
But this time—
The speed.
The power.
Both were clearly on an entirely different level than before.
As he gradually became more familiar with the effects of Demon Eyes, his mastery over Shinmei Style swordsmanship became increasingly refined and mysterious.
And the most obvious change—
Was his sword speed and striking force.
CLANG!
Weapon Eleven seized the opportunity instantly.
His right blade twisted and struck the side of Alex’s katana.
A powerful vibration surged through it.
Alex’s blade was knocked off course.
At the same moment—
Weapon Eleven’s left arm-blade shot straight toward Alex’s throat.
“That transition was fast!”
The attack was ruthless.
Alex instantly focused completely.
Spiritual power surged through his body.
Transforming into tremendous force.
The impact from Weapon Eleven’s deflection instantly disappeared.
Then—
Alex moved.
Though he reacted second—
His counter came first.
Before Weapon Eleven’s blade could reach his throat—
Alex’s katana was already there.
CLANG!
Steel collided.
The mutants nearby were completely drawn into the battle.
Nobody even remembered escaping anymore.
Then—
Alex launched his counterattack.
As someone whose Shinmei Style had already reached a godlike realm through Demon Eyes—
He wasn’t passive.
Using the recoil from the collision—
The katana pulled back instantly.
Right side.
Rear stance.
Then—
Shinmei Style: Iaijutsu!
Again.
Sword light exploded.
Like a white flash tearing through space.
The slash moved like lightning itself.
Fast.
Sharp.
Deadly.
Straight toward Weapon Eleven.
But—
Weapon Eleven himself was a monster swordsman.
A man who could use two blades to deflect bullets fired by dozens of machine guns.
How could someone like that fall to the same move twice?
The moment Alex drew his sword—
Weapon Eleven had already tracked its entire path.
He moved instantly.
Twisted his body.
Dodged.
Then his twin blades struck back.
“Beautiful dodge!”
Alex was shocked.
But excited.
His opponent’s swordsmanship was incredible.
And for someone like Alex—
A powerful opponent meant something priceless:
Experience.
This was exactly the type of battle that could rapidly improve him.
His excitement rose.
Katana spinning like wind—
Alex attacked.
CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANG!!!
Metal clashes echoed endlessly through the huge hall.
Sparks exploded.
Sword shadows danced.
Both sides had gone all out.
The aftermath of their exchanges became terrifying.
Walls shattered.
Steel split.
Objects exploded apart.
If an ordinary person entered the battlefield—
They’d instantly be cut into pieces by stray sword energy.
No question.
No resistance.
Watching this scene—
Nobody would believe this was reality.
Compared to flashy superheroes throwing powers around—
This battle felt more real.
More dangerous.
Because every second carried death.
The tension alone crushed anything else.
Nearby—
The mutants watched blankly.
Their eyes filled with awe.
To push cold weapons this far—
These two had become monsters.
Elsewhere—
Another person watched this battle.
But unlike the mutants’ admiration—
He was furious.
Major Stryker.
“DAMN IT!”
“Weapon Eleven can teleport!”
“If he used teleportation, he’d capture Alex in seconds!”
“WHY?”
“WHY ISN’T HE USING IT?!”
Stryker stared furiously at the monitors.
He nearly smashed the computer.
He had sent Weapon Eleven to capture Alex.
Instead—
The idiot ignored orders and entered a fair sword duel.
What was this?
Mutual respect between warriors?
Finding a kindred spirit?
Bullshit.
Stryker angrily looked toward another monitor.
There—
Wolverine and Sabretooth were still fighting.
The battle had become brutal.
Because both men knew each other perfectly—
Neither could gain an advantage.
Blood flew.
Claws tore flesh.
A complete massacre.
Victor possessed superior combat instincts.
Logan had stronger healing.
The two advantages balanced out.
But then—
Stryker noticed something.
The battlefield between Logan and Victor was slowly moving.
Closer.
Closer.
Toward Alex and Weapon Eleven.
Even Silver Fox was hurrying after them.
Because her sister, White Queen, was imprisoned there.
Stryker grinned coldly.
“Run…”
“Keep running…”
“Gather together…”
“Then Weapon Eleven can wipe you all out.”
Thinking of Logan dying—
Stryker suddenly paused.
Then a thought appeared.
“Wait…”
“Wolverine’s combat value is still useful…”
“Destroying him completely would be wasteful…”
His eyes widened.
“Adamantium bullets…”
“Perfect.”
Immediately he stood up.
Opened a drawer.
Removed a delicate box.
Inside—
Several pure metal bullets.
Smiling coldly—
He loaded them one by one.
Inserted the magazine into his pistol.
Then pointed it toward the screen.
Like aiming at Logan himself.
“Bang.”
Meanwhile—
The sword battle reached its peak.
After another furious exchange—
Alex suddenly leapt backward.
Then shouted:
“Careful!”
“Take this—”
“Shinmei Style Secret Technique…”
“Rock-Cutting Sword!”
Spiritual power instantly flooded the Adamantium katana.
Within less than a tenth of a second—
Alex stopped moving completely.
Then swung.
A terrifying sword aura burst forward.
Like it could split space itself.
Fast as thunder.
Sharp enough to split mountains.
This was one of Shinmei Style’s most fundamental ultimate techniques.
Its debut.
Seeing death approach—
Weapon Eleven’s eyes suddenly changed.
For the first time—
Emotion appeared.
His eyes shone brilliantly.
The instinct of a warrior.
His competitiveness.
His battle instincts.
Everything awakened.
Then—
A terrifying aura erupted from him.
BOOOOM!
His body exploded with force.
Then—
He moved.
At impossible speed—
Weapon Eleven charged directly into Alex’s slash.
Head-on.
CLANG!!!
An explosion of sparks.
A deafening sound.
The collision resembled thunder itself.
A shockwave erupted outward.
Visible air pressure blasted through the room.
Nearby mutants screamed.
Weapon Eleven grunted.
“UGH!”
Then—
He flew backward rapidly.
His face turned red.
His steps staggered.
Each footstep cracked the floor beneath him.
Stone fragments exploded everywhere.
Rock-Cutting Sword might’ve been one of the most basic secret techniques—
But its power exceeded Iaijutsu many times over.
Combined with Alex’s inhuman strength—
Even a sword master like Weapon Eleven couldn’t leave unharmed.
As the saying went:
Overwhelming strength crushes technique.
Unfortunately—
After unleashing such a powerful attack—
Alex himself entered a brief moment of exhaustion.
Otherwise—
He could’ve chased immediately.
And expanded the advantage.