Chapter 75: The Venom’s New Form

Amidst the battle raging at the edge of the cliff, Logan, symbiotically fused with Venom, landed lightly atop the mountain thanks to his gliding abilities, retracting the twin wings from his suit’s back. His crimson eyes glared ferociously at Sabretooth.

The suit formed by his complete symbiosis with Venom was markedly different from Kyle’s earlier appearance. The pronounced muscular contours were no longer as robust and flawless, but instead exuded a wild, streamlined vigor. While the suit remained predominantly dark, it was now adorned with pale silver beast-like markings. The emblem on the chest had shifted from a deathly cross to a finely detailed wolf’s head, and atop the hood, two wolf ears had materialized. Most striking were the claws: once bony, now transformed into metallic, dark blades that gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Sabretooth’s face was tense with caution. He raised his own sharp claws defensively, bracing for confrontation with Logan clad in the silver wolf suit. He had no idea what had transpired moments ago, only that the Logan before him felt utterly different—strong, chilling, wild, and merciless, radiating an aggressive, beastly aura.

In truth, even Logan himself was uncertain about his current state. When he’d been hurled from the cliff, he hadn’t seen Venom attach to him. All he remembered was desperately refusing to fall; the suit had instinctively unfurled wings from his back, guiding him safely in a gliding return to the summit.

But that was not all. Hatred was burrowing deeper, emotions surging with exhilaration, and power—enhanced by Venom’s symbiosis—poured ceaselessly through his body.

“Though I don’t know exactly what’s happening, in this state, I can win!” Logan murmured, clenching his fists as the black, cold claws extended fully. He slowly raised his gaze to Sabretooth before him.

Outside the battlefield, Kyle nodded subtly, whispering to himself, “That’s right. Use the power I lent you, and fulfill the terms of our agreement.”

The initial goal of extracting the self-healing factor had succeeded; if Logan could resolve his vengeance and pledge loyalty, it would be an even greater gain.

Before Kyle could ponder further, Logan had already launched himself into close combat with Sabretooth.

Black claws clashed with sharp talons! This time, it was Sabretooth who suffered—caught off guard by Logan’s increased speed, strength, and claw durability. The razor claws tore open a wound in Sabretooth’s palm.

“Damn it!” Sabretooth roared in fury, his arms sweeping forward in an attempt to trap Logan and drag the fight into his favored domain of brute force.

No matter what, physical strength was his greatest pride.

But Logan had no intention of letting Sabretooth have his way. He swiftly ducked, evading the bear hug, and darted under Sabretooth’s broad shoulders, his claws leaving fresh wounds across Sabretooth’s waist, blood spilling recklessly onto the ground.

Sabretooth was both enraged and alarmed—never had he been so thoroughly outmatched, and Logan’s overall power had soared under Venom’s symbiosis. What once was a speed he could match, now left him far behind.

From then on, Logan, with newfound agility and speed, became a black wolf, darting around Sabretooth’s sides. Sabretooth, reduced to a human punching bag, couldn’t even lock his gaze onto the black blur, let alone counterattack.

Each rapid pass from Logan sent blood flying from Sabretooth’s body, staining the mountaintop a deep crimson.

Logan’s mentality itself seemed to become more beast-like, tormenting his prey, draining its stamina, destroying its spirit, and then devouring its life.

Suddenly, Sabretooth screamed in pain, clutching his left ear, now sliced cleanly off by Logan’s claws.

“This is for my father!” Logan said coldly, holding the bloody ear in his left hand before hurling it off the cliff.

“No!” Sabretooth’s eyes widened in horror as he watched his ear tossed away like trash.

He howled madly, lunging at Logan.

Logan leapt high, three or four meters into the air, landing atop Sabretooth’s head mid-pounce. His claws plunged swiftly into Sabretooth’s back. “This is for my mother!”

Sabretooth’s eyes bulged as Logan pinned him to the ground. Straddling Sabretooth’s waist, Logan’s black claws tore upward from his back to his neck.

“This is for my wife!” Logan growled, his eyes splashed with blood, glowing even more crimson and demonic.

Sabretooth, unable to rise, dug his tiger-like claws deep into the stone and earth, gasping desperately, nearly biting the dirt. His regeneration couldn’t keep up with the mounting wounds. He struggled fiercely, sending blood and gravel flying.

“Logan, catch!” A calm young voice called from outside the battle. A single-handed sword was tossed toward Logan, who caught it deftly.

On the ground, Sabretooth seemed to realize something. He began to struggle frantically, terror and regret filling his eyes.

“Logan, I was wrong... give me another chance!” Sabretooth pleaded, hoping Logan would spare him.

Logan sneered, driving his claws into Sabretooth’s spine, pinning him to the earth. He slowly raised the sword in his other hand. “This is for my son!”

“No!” Sabretooth screamed, but his voice abruptly ceased—sodium-carbon steel pierced the back of his neck, nailing his throat to the ground.

All grievances ended here.

As Sabretooth’s body slackened lifelessly, Kyle, who had been watching, finally stepped forward.

Logan’s silver wolf suit surged, dissolving into countless black liquid strands that leapt and wound themselves back onto Kyle.

Deprived of the suit, Logan returned to his original form, collapsing exhausted atop Sabretooth’s corpse, dazed and lying back on the blood-soaked earth.

“Behave yourself,” Kyle said softly—not to Logan, but to Venom, which had transformed back into a black suit on his own body.

Venom, having absorbed and mirrored some of Logan’s hate, speed, and strength, was still restless, eager for another chance to vent its killing instinct on the battlefield.

If Kyle hadn’t been Venom’s “founder (host),” “first symbiote,” and “controller,” he might not have been able to suppress Venom’s surging bloodlust.

“So, this is a newly unlocked ability,” Kyle mused, extending his hands. With a clench, three dark claws swiftly emerged from each fist, shimmering with a cold, eerie light.

Venom suit—claw form!