Wolverine stood to the side, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"This guy's strength… it's insane. Sabretooth's stronger than me, but compared to him, it's like a child against a grown man. What level of mutant is he?"
Not far away, Maguire casually tossed Sabretooth aside like garbage.
If his mother were a coroner, even she wouldn't recognize him now. His body had been smashed into pulp, only the adamantium skeleton left intact.
The force had shaken his organs into mush.
Maguire looked at him with disdain.
"That's it? And you thought you could act tough?"
Wolverine's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing.
"He's too careless. Sabretooth's just like me—he can't be killed. This kid's about to learn how terrifying he really is."
…
Maguire flipped his hand, producing a cigar.
The familiar motion, the familiar smell—he lit it slowly, smoke curling around him.
He knew both Wolverine and Sabretooth had terrifying healing factors.
But so what? To him, they were nothing more than unbreakable punching bags.
And then, Sabretooth—who looked like a corpse moments ago—suddenly twitched.
His skin and muscle began knitting back together at visible speed.
The next second, the beast who had been dead on the floor was standing again.
Wolverine looked toward Maguire, ready to savor the shock on his face.
But disappointment again.
Maguire wasn't surprised at all. If anything, he looked even more excited.
…
Yes—faced with an immortal training dummy, Bully Maguire couldn't be happier.
Sabretooth, half-healed, glared at him with savage fury.
"Kid, you're strong, I admit it. But you can't kill me!"
Maguire's grin turned wicked.
"Maybe I can't kill you. But I can make you wish for death you'll never get."
Sabretooth roared and lunged again.
Maguire was already there, faster.
His fist shot out, carrying monstrous power.
*BOOM!*
The blow tore straight through Sabretooth's torso, blasting a gaping hole through his abdomen.
Blood sprayed. His healing factor couldn't stop the agony.
He howled, face contorted in rage.
Even with regeneration, the pain was very real.
He glared at Maguire, hatred burning in his eyes. If looks could kill, Maguire would be long gone.
…
Wolverine, watching, was shaken to the core.
"This strength… who the hell is he?"
…
Sabretooth lay snarling on the ground, his stomach wound slowly repairing.
But this wasn't a scratch—he'd need minutes to heal.
Maguire strode forward, and both Sabretooth and Logan thought he was about to finish him.
Sabretooth glared, still furious, but too broken to move.
Then Maguire placed his hand on Sabretooth's body.
A flash of green light surged through his palm.
Sabretooth's wound closed instantly.
Logan's eyes widened.
"What the hell? That green light—he healed him in a second?"
Sabretooth too stared in shock.
But then Maguire's grin twisted again.
"If I didn't have this power, I'd be dead already, right?"
And with that, his fist exploded forward, smashing Sabretooth's head and tearing the muscle from his skull.
The beast roared in pain, but Maguire only looked down with cold indifference.
Anyone who tried to kill him—never forgivable. Never worth pity.
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