"Nothing on Earth can stop a blade forged from Adamantium!"
Stryker was incredulous.
But there was no blood or internal organs, and Ronn wasn't split in half.
He was completely unharmed.
Weapon 11's Adamantium blade hadn't even cut his clothes.
"Even the sharpest blade needs force to cut through something."
Wearing a silver-grey suit, Ronn glanced dismissively at the blade on his shoulder.
"The most damage your blade can do to me is stain my clothes."
He threw a punch, and a violent kinetic energy instantly erupted, a circular shockwave exploding with a bang on Weapon 11's chest.
Clang!
It sounded like steel being struck by a hammer.
As if hit by a speeding heavy truck, Weapon 11 was sent flying backward.
He was like a stone skipped hard across the Water, bouncing and scraping the ground several times, flying dozens of meters in a sorry state, his body plowing a long, deep furrow before stopping.
"As expected of Adamantium, it's quite hard."
Feeling the counter-shock kinetic energy feedback from his fist, he smiled.
Bang~
Arriving in front of Weapon 11 in an instant, Ronn looked down, sweeping his gaze over the part of his face where the scarred, pitted mouth had disappeared, and shook his head slightly.
"If you were thrown into the Alien World looking like this, you'd be a definite killer, but unfortunately, you can't go there."
Facehuggers would definitely be helpless against this guy, because he didn't even have a mouth.
A bloody, gaping hole had exploded in Weapon 11's chest, exposing his silver Adamantium sternum.
It wasn't blown open by explosives, but by the terrifying kinetic energy accompanying Ronn's punch.
"This skeleton is a good thing; it prevented you from turning into a pile of meat paste."
He sneered.
Thinking about it, pulling out Stryker was still very valuable.
He could obtain a lot of the hardest Adamantium in the X-Men Universe, and also receive his research on genetic modification technology.
Swoosh!
Lying on the ground, Weapon 11's eyes glowed red, aimed at his head, and suddenly fired.
Radiation rays carrying terrifying energy seared the air.
"A bit dazzling, aren't they?"
Easily blocking the rays that could slice through several meters of reinforced concrete, Ronn merely commented that they were a bit dazzling.
It was like blocking an ordinary red beam of light.
Ronn casually held back the terrifying rays, pressing down on his head, his five fingers clenching like iron claws, grabbing only his head, swinging his entire body up, and smashing him hard onto the ground!
Bang!
A several-meter-wide crater appeared, and the stones on the ground bounced violently.
Raven and Emma, standing in the distance, both felt the ground shake violently.
Static!
The screen flickered with static.
Through his fingers, looking up at Ronn's seemingly immense figure in the smoke and dust, Stryker was incredulous.
The Adamantium blade was useless, and the Cyclops ray also couldn't cause him any damage.
"Could it be that his meticulously developed killing machine is inferior to a natural Mutant?"
He even suspected whether he had entered the wrong program, turning 'kill' into 'subdue'.
"Wait a minute, that helmet?!"
Stryker's pupils contracted as he noticed the strange helmet Ronn was wearing.
"A young man wearing a special helmet, I seem to have heard of him somewhere?"
The next second, he suddenly stood up from his control room chair, feeling uneasy.
"It's him, it's that person!"
In that sea area nearly half a year ago, the two most powerful fleets on Earth were completely annihilated with no survivors, but a CIA Agent named Moira MacTaggert witnessed and participated in that event, and underwent layers of lie detection.
In her description, the truly terrifying Mutant wasn't Magneto, who destroyed the fleet, but the Mutant called Black King.
He possessed destructive power comparable to a small-yield nuclear bomb, attempting to spark the World's Third Great War, but was stopped and killed by a young Mutant named Ronn.
Ronn, who had copied Black King's abilities, finally took Black King's helmet, which could resist all psychic abilities, as a trophy and disappeared.
"No, no!"
Stryker, who had vaguely heard of this secret, had a panicked expression on his face.
He quickly changed the input command, wanting to order Weapon 11 to retreat.
No matter how confident he was in Weapon 11, he didn't believe it could contend with a walking nuclear bomb!
While he was trying to recall the process.
Weapon 11 attacked Ronn multiple times, including teleportation combined with the alloy blade and Cyclops rays, but couldn't even break Ronn's clothes.
With a peculiar method of teleportation, an Adamantium skeleton would appear first, followed by flesh and blood, flashing around Ronn, launching attacks.
"I thought you'd give me a surprise."
With a blade strike on his body, like a child's attack, Ronn shook his head.
"As a result, there's nothing new."
He thought Weapon 11's abilities might change, but they were still the same: super-speed nerves, rapid healing, Cyclops eyes, and teleportation.
Presumably, other X-gene transplantation technologies were not yet mature.
Losing interest in playing further, he waved his hand.
Weapon 11 was swatted away like a fly, landing dozens of meters away, then stood up with half of his face shattered, revealing a silver skeleton, which rapidly healed.
"A bit like a Terminator, just a smaller piece."
Ronn casually commented with disdain.
Suddenly, Weapon 11, cold and mechanical, paused, then teleported again, but not towards Ronn, instead appearing a hundred meters away, and quickly teleporting further into the distance again.
Not fighting, trying to escape?
"Did I allow you to leave?"
He looked at Weapon 11, his voice cold.
Weapon 11's teleportation ability came from the X-gene transplanted from Shadow of the X-Squad; his ability allowed him to teleport quickly, but it had a fatal flaw: his skeleton would flash during teleportation.
If the flashing skeleton was caught, the opponent could no longer teleport.
However, he didn't use psychic teleportation to catch up and exploit the weakness to keep Weapon 11.
There was no need.
"Let me also let you taste my Cyclops eye."
Standing still, Ronn, hands in his pockets, his eyes glowing crimson.
Hundreds of meters away, plasma rays containing terrifying energy pierced the sky, arriving in an instant.
Buzz!
Weapon 11, attempting to teleport away again, was hit in the back; his flesh and blood shattered and evaporated, leaving only a glowing red steel skeleton, lying on the ground.
The surrounding grass was scorched black.
One strike finished it.
On the other side, Stryker's screen went black, and he slammed his fist on the table.
"It's over, Weapon 11 is gone!"
"No, I have to leave here."
A strong sense of foreboding enveloped him; he felt that if he didn't leave, something bad would happen, so he quickly ordered the lab personnel to pack up and leave immediately.
"Quick, quick, let's get out of here!"
"Are you alright, Ronn?"
Seeing the battle end, Raven and Emma ran up, asking worriedly, as they had watched from a distance and saw Ronn take several hits.
"I'm fine, let's go see our "Terminator"."
Ronn, who hadn't lost a single hair, smiled and led the two playfully to Weapon 11's side.
On the scorched black ground, a glowing red steel skeleton remained, not recovering for a long time.
"Is he dead, Ronn?"
After a few glances, Emma asked in confusion.