Wade's pupils shrank sharply as realization struck him like a punch to the gut. The look in Rorschach's eyes at that moment was unmistakable, and it sent a cold shiver down his spine. Those glowing pupils were exactly like the eyes of the mutant he had captured not long ago—the one who could fire devastating laser beams straight from his gaze.
If that comparison was correct, then the implication was terrifying.
Did this guy have the same ability?
The answer came instantly.
Two blazing beams of heat erupted from Rorschach's eyes, slicing through the air with terrifying speed. They streaked forward like twin lances of sunlight focused into pure destruction, aimed directly at Wade's chest.
At that distance, the sense of impending death hit Wade like a hammer. The attack was too sudden, too fast, and too close. Dodging it normally would have been impossible.
But Wade Wilson was no ordinary soldier. Among all the enhanced operatives under William Stryker, he stood at the absolute top. His reflexes and combat instincts bordered on the absurd.
This was the man who could stand in the middle of a hail of submachine-gun fire and split every incoming bullet with a pair of swords.
Killing him was never going to be easy.
Clang!
A metallic screech rang through the air as Wade's hand shot over his shoulder. In one smooth motion, he yanked a long sword from the sheath on his back and snapped it forward to block.
The blade barely had time to rise before the heat rays slammed into it.
Bang!
The impact exploded like a cannon shot. The beams didn't pierce the sword, but the force behind them was overwhelming.
The long blade shuddered violently as the energy slammed into it, and the shock traveled straight through the weapon into Wade's body. The sword crashed hard into his chest under the pressure, knocking the breath out of him.
Wade's entire body was blasted backward like a rag doll.
He flew several meters through the air before crashing onto the ground with a heavy thud, landing flat on his back like a corpse that had been tossed aside.
But Rorschach didn't stop.
The heat rays continued sweeping forward, tracking Wade across the ground as if they were hunting him.
Wade reacted instantly.
He rolled, sprang up, twisted, and leapt sideways with astonishing agility. His body moved like a monkey darting through the jungle, bouncing from side to side in chaotic bursts of motion.
The beams slashed through the ground around him, scorching the earth and carving smoking lines through the grass.
Several times the attack nearly caught him.
Each escape was razor-thin.
Yet somehow, Wade managed to avoid the blasts—at least for the moment.
Could Rorschach kill Wade in five seconds?
No one knew the answer.
Rorschach himself was confident that if he had enough time, defeating Wade wouldn't be a problem. The difference in raw physical power between them was obvious.
But five seconds was extremely short.
And Wade wasn't alone.
Stryker's elite agents were still present, and none of them were amateurs.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Sharp whistling sounds suddenly cut through the air.
From multiple directions, several tranquilizer rounds shot toward Rorschach at once.
Compared with normal bullets, tranquilizer darts were significantly slower. With Rorschach's enhanced vision and motion perception, the incoming projectiles appeared almost sluggish.
He could clearly track every single one of them.
And more importantly, his body could react to that speed effortlessly.
Instead of dodging, Rorschach simply moved his hands.
His arms flickered in front of him like blurs.
In the next instant, every single tranquilizer dart had vanished from the air.
They were all clutched firmly in Rorschach's palms.
"Hah."
Rorschach looked toward the agents who had fired at him and let out a cold, mocking laugh. The sneer on his face made it obvious how little he thought of their attack.
Then he flicked his wrists.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
The tranquilizer darts shot forward again.
But this time, they weren't being fired from a gun.
They were being thrown by Rorschach.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The darts tore through the air like miniature missiles, leaving behind blurred streaks that were far faster than when they had been fired originally.
Several agents didn't even have time to react.
The darts slammed into them instantly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each impact carried enormous force. The tranquilizer rounds didn't just stick into their targets—they hit like bullets from a shotgun.
The agents who were struck were blasted straight off their feet.
They collapsed to the ground one after another.
To anyone watching, it looked less like tranquilizer darts and more like they had been hit by high-powered firearms.
"Gulp…"
Someone nearby swallowed hard.
The remaining agents stared at the scene in stunned silence.
They knew mutants existed. After all, Stryker's organization had captured many of them already, and the island facility was full of prisoners with strange abilities.
But most of those mutants were hardly dangerous in a real fight. Many possessed powers that were useless in combat, and some couldn't even defend themselves properly.
That was why mutants like Sabretooth had been valuable assets. Victor Creed's ferocious strength and savage hunting instincts made him an ideal weapon for tracking down other mutants.
But compared to the man standing before them now, Sabretooth almost seemed ordinary.
Rorschach was on an entirely different level.
Whoosh!
A sudden rush of wind cut through the battlefield.
Wade had already recovered.
He surged forward again, his body exploding into motion as he rushed toward Rorschach with both swords drawn.
The blades flashed in the air, reflecting cold light as they sliced downward with deadly precision.
The attack was swift and vicious.
But against Rorschach's current speed, it wasn't nearly enough.
Rorschach's figure blurred.
With a single shift of his body, he activated his super speed and vanished from Wade's line of attack. The twin swords sliced through empty air before slamming into the ground.
Clang! Clang!
Sparks burst outward from the impact point.
By the time Wade realized what had happened, Rorschach was already behind him.
Rorschach's fists rose.
If even one of those blows landed, the result would be catastrophic. The werewolves back in the tavern had already proven what his punches could do—shattered chests and instant death.
But Wade's instincts were monstrous.
Without even looking, his right arm flipped backward in a sudden motion.
The sword in his hand shot straight behind him.
The blade pointed directly at Rorschach's heart.
In that situation, Rorschach had no choice but to halt his attack and dodge aside. Wade's counterstrike had been perfectly timed.
The moment Rorschach moved, Wade twisted his body around and launched into another attack.
The two swords came alive in his hands, weaving through the air with dazzling speed.
Rorschach felt genuine admiration rising in his chest.
"Deadpool really lives up to the reputation," he said with a faint smile.
Wade's combat technique was incredibly refined. The way he handled the twin swords was fluid and unpredictable, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next.
Even with Rorschach's speed approaching eighty meters per second, killing Wade quickly wasn't easy.
After all, speed alone wasn't everything.
Could Rorschach move faster than a bullet?
Maybe not.
But Wade could slash bullets out of the air.
Naturally, he could keep up with Rorschach's movements.
The simplest way to finish Wade would have been using the heat rays again. Unfortunately, Rorschach couldn't rely on that ability freely yet.
Still, that didn't mean he was losing.
The gap in raw strength between them was undeniable.
Eventually, Wade would die.
It would simply take more effort.
"Well… I guess Victor didn't stand a chance after all," Wade muttered as he fought.
As a master swordsman, he could clearly tell that Rorschach's combat technique was crude. There was almost no formal structure to his movements.
Yet despite that, Wade was being forced back step by step.
There was only one explanation.
The man's physical power was absurd.
In fact, it might even surpass Sabretooth's.
If Victor didn't possess that terrifying regenerative ability, Wade knew he wouldn't have lasted long against someone with that kind of brute force either.
"If you die later, you won't be unjust either."
Rorschach raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wade with faint amusement. Then his gaze shifted to a nearby tree.
The corner of his mouth curled upward.
"You've got weapons," he said casually. "I'm fighting empty-handed. That hardly seems fair."
With that, Rorschach stepped over to the tree.
It was a poplar trunk about as thick as a man's thigh.
Rorschach wrapped both arms around it and tightened his grip.
Then he pulled.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The ground trembled as soil split apart around the roots. Clumps of earth rolled and lifted as the massive root system began tearing free from the ground.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone present, the entire tree slowly rose upward.
Rorschach had ripped it out by the roots.
He swung it casually through the air.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
The massive trunk moved like a giant club in his hands, cutting through the air with terrifying momentum.
Surprisingly, it felt perfectly balanced.
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