Mulder knew Warrick had been on the battlefield for years, and his physical strength was unmatched. On top of that, he was already halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster.

Even if Warrick couldn't defeat the prodigious Logan, Mulder figured the difference wouldn't be too big.

But he never expected Logan to take down Warrick with a single finger, leaving him severely injured and unable to stand. The difference in their strength was far beyond anything Mulder could have imagined.

In other words, Logan had been toying with them from the start and didn't take the fight seriously. If he had, they would've all been dead.

Warrick clutched his chest and coughed up blood as he staggered to his feet. His chest was a charred ruin, the flesh torn open and slick with blood. It was an awful, gory mess.

"I didn't expect you to be this strong. I underestimated you," he growled.

He slowly raised his head, and his face twisted with a menacing look. "Guess I was just unlucky to fall into your