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However, just as they were about to finish their preparations, Wolverine suddenly stopped, his nose twitching. His expression became alert, and his eyes sharply scanned his surroundings.

"What's wrong?" Lynn immediately went on alert.

“Someone’s coming,” Wolverine whispered. “A person, approaching from the northeast. Moving very fast, and smelling strange.”

"Are the gene hunters back again?"

“It should be, but only one person,” Wolverine said, frowning in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. Alone in these weather conditions? And knowing we’re here, why would he dare come alone?”

"Maybe he's a scout?" Lynn guessed.

“Or it could be a trap,” Wolverine said. “He’s trying to lure us out while the others lie in ambush.”

The two quickly prepared themselves. Wolverine climbed to higher ground, using his keen senses to monitor the intruders' movements. Lynn checked his weapons while observing the surroundings for any other threats.

“There’s only one person, I’m sure of it,” Wolverine whispered from the high ground, “and there’s no other human scent within a two-kilometer radius.”

"So what does he want to do?"

“I don’t know, but we’ll see him soon,” Wolverine said. “He’s approaching in a straight line, with no intention of hiding anything.”

A few minutes later, a figure appeared in the swirling snowflakes. It was a young man, who looked to be in his twenties, wearing light black tactical clothing—his gear seemed far too thin for the extreme weather. But he seemed unfazed by the cold, walking steadily straight toward the camp.

As he approached, Lynn could make out his features: short hair, East Asian face, and a cold, focused gaze. Most striking were his bare hands—the skin had an unnatural pale blue hue, as if covered by a thin layer of ice.

"Halt!" Lynn shouted, raising his pistol. "FBI! You've entered a restricted area! Stop immediately!"

The young man stopped, but showed no fear or surprise. He calmly observed Lynn and Wolverine leaping down from the hill.

“Agent Lynn Hall, and Wolverine,” he said, his voice slightly accented, “I know you’re here. In fact, the entire Gene Hunter organization knows.”

"Then you still dare to come alone?" Wolverine questioned, his claws already outstretched.

“Because I don’t need any help,” the young man said, a cold smile playing on his lips. “My name is Han Bing, codename ‘Winter.’ I’m here to clean up the mess.”

“Clean up the mess?” Lynn repeated.

“Yes. Marok and his team failed, bringing shame to the organization,” Han Bing said, the temperature around him seeming to drop with his words. “So I’m here to accomplish two tasks: first, capture the target creature; second, teach you meddlesome people a lesson.”

"Pretty arrogant," Wolverine commented, "but I've seen too many arrogant guys who end up dying a horrible death."

“Perhaps,” Han Bing said, raising his hands. Instantly, the moisture in the air began to condense, forming sharp icicles that hovered around him. “But I won’t be one of them.”

He suddenly waved his hand, and ice spikes rained down on Lynn and Wolverine.

The two swiftly dodged, the ice spikes striking the ground and rocks with a crisp cracking sound. Wolverine charged towards Han Bing, but Han Bing effortlessly created an ice wall on the ground, blocking Wolverine's path.

“You deal with me, I'll deal with him,” Wolverine yelled at Lynn, slicing through the ice wall with his claws. “This guy’s a high-level mutant, watch out!”

Lynn nodded and quickly moved to the side, attempting to flank Han Bing. But Han Bing seemed to be prepared, turning around and shooting an ice spike at Lynn.

Lynn dodged to the side and fired at the same time. The bullet aimed precisely at Han Bing's chest, but the opponent created an ice shield with a wave of her hand. The bullet struck the ice shield, embedded itself in it, and failed to penetrate.

“Ordinary weapons are useless against me,” Han Bing said. “I can create ice harder than steel in an instant.”

Wolverine attacked from the other side, his claws slashing at Han Bing's back. Han Bing reacted quickly; the ground beneath his feet instantly froze, and he moved swiftly as if skating, dodging the attack.

“Interesting,” Han Bing commented. “The legendary Wolverine, with claws made of adamantium. But did you know? Even adamantium becomes brittle at extremely low temperatures.”

He slammed his hands down on the ground, and a chilling aura spread rapidly, instantly turning the snow on the ground into solid ice. Even more terrifying, the chill began to spread towards Wolverine, attempting to freeze his body.

Wolverine felt the temperature plummet, and his body began to frost over. Although his healing factor was working against the cold, the supernatural low temperature still slowed his movements.

“Logan!” Lynn shouted, realizing that Wolverine was at a disadvantage.

"I'm fine!" Wolverine roared, forcing himself to move. His healing abilities were operating at full speed, fighting off the invading cold. "You focus on him!"

Lynn knew Wolverine was right. In this situation, distraction would only make things worse. He needed to find Han Bing's weakness.

The training he had received over the past few days paid off at this moment. Lynn began to observe Han Bing's fighting patterns, looking for clues and weaknesses. He noticed that after each large-scale freezing attack, Han Bing would pause briefly—perhaps to recover energy or to regroup moisture.

Lynn began consciously guiding Han Bing to use her ultimate move. He feigned an attack, then quickly retreated, allowing Han Bing to create an ice wall for defense. Once, twice, three times.
"What do you think you're doing? Trying to wear me down?" Han Bing sneered. "I have almost unlimited energy in this environment. Everywhere is moisture, everywhere is ice and snow."

But Lynn noticed a detail: Han Bing's breathing rate was increasing, albeit slightly. This indicated that he didn't truly have unlimited energy; continuous use of his abilities came at a cost.

“You’re smart, Agent Holt,” Han Bing said, seemingly seeing through Lynn’s intentions, “but smart isn’t enough. You need power, and that’s what you lack.”

He launched another attack, this time even more fiercely. Ice spikes, ice walls, ice barrages—a barrage of freezing attacks rained down. Lynn had to dodge with all his might, narrowly escaping being hit several times.

But just when Han Bing thought Lynn was in dire straits, Lynn suddenly made an unexpected move: he stopped dodging and rushed straight at Han Bing.

"You're asking for death!" Han Bing shouted, creating a giant ice spear with both hands and thrusting it towards the charging Lynn.

But at the last moment, Lynn suddenly ducked and slid, using the ice on the ground to slide under the ice spear. This was a technique he had learned while moving on the snow over the past few days—using the environment, not fighting against it. Han Bing hadn't expected this move, and by the time he reacted, Lynn had already slid behind him. Lynn flipped up and delivered an elbow strike to the back of Han Bing's head.

Han Bing managed to turn his head slightly to avoid a fatal blow, but the elbow still grazed his temple, causing him to black out and stagger a few steps.

"What—" Han Bing turned around in shock, unable to believe that an ordinary human could hit him.

“You rely too much on your abilities,” Lynn said, assuming a fighting stance. “You think you’re invincible just because you have freezing powers, so your close-combat skills are pretty mediocre.”

This is exactly what Wolverine taught Lynn: those with powerful abilities often neglect basic combat skills. They are used to ranged attacks and using their abilities to solve everything, but once they are engaged in close combat, they become disadvantaged.

Han Bing's face turned ugly. He knew Lynn was right, but that only fueled his anger. "How dare you—"

He was about to launch a stronger attack, but Lynn didn't give him the chance. The training these past few days had taught Lynn a lesson: in battle, hesitation and indecisiveness are death. Once you gain an advantage, you must ruthlessly expand it.

Lynn charged at Han Bing again, this time with even greater ferocity. Punches, elbows, knees, and kicks—every strike aimed at vital points, every movement meticulously calculated. He gave Han Bing no chance to create distance, no space to unleash his wide-area freezing abilities.

Han Bing attempted to cover his body with ice as a defense, but Lynn's attacks were cunning and always found gaps in his defense. Moreover, close-quarters combat prevented Han Bing from using his full power—if he created a large area of ​​ice, he would also be affected.

"Get out of my way!" Han Bing roared, releasing icy energy from both hands simultaneously in an attempt to force Lin En back.

Lynn felt a bone-chilling cold, and his hands and feet began to go numb. But he didn't back down; instead, he moved even closer to Han Bing. It was a risky choice, but Lynn's gamble paid off—Han Bing dared not unleash his full power at such close range, because that would freeze him as well.

Lynn grabbed Han Bing's wrist and twisted it sharply using a joint lock technique taught by Wolverine. Han Bing cried out in pain as her arm was twisted behind her back.

"Let me go!" Han Bing struggled, trying to attack with her other hand.

But Lynn had anticipated this move. He used his knee to press against Han Bing's waist, while simultaneously grabbing her other hand and restraining both hands behind her back. Then, using a standard arrest maneuver he had learned from the FBI, he pinned Han Bing to the ground.

"Impossible! I'm a Level 3 mutant. How could I lose to an ordinary person?" Han Bing gasped in disbelief.

“Because you’ve forgotten the most basic things,” Lynn said, pulling handcuffs from his waist as he subdued Han Bing. “Your abilities are powerful, but if you don’t know how to use them correctly, how to handle close combat, or how to stay calm under pressure, then even the strongest abilities are useless.”

He quickly put specially made suppressor handcuffs on Han Bing—equipment the FBI uses specifically to deal with mutants, capable of interfering with the performance of mutant abilities. While it cannot completely suppress them, it can at least weaken most of their abilities.

The moment the handcuffs were locked, the chill around Han Bing dissipated rapidly. He tried to continue creating ice, but could only produce some weak frost flowers, posing no threat whatsoever.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Han Bing struggled angrily, but under Lynn's control, he couldn't move at all.

The entire process, from start to finish, took less than five minutes.

Wolverine had by then shaken off the chill and walked over. He looked at Han Bing, who had been subdued by Lynn, and a clear look of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by admiration.

“Well done, Hall,” Wolverine said sincerely. “Very well done.”

Lynn stood up, panting heavily. His adrenaline began to subside, and he finally felt the exhaustion and cold throughout his body. His hands and feet were slightly frostbitten from contact with the chill emanating from Han Bing, and his movements were somewhat stiff.

“I just used what you taught me,” Lynn said.

“No, you did much more than that,” Wolverine said, walking over to check if Han Bing’s handcuffs were locked. “You observed, you analyzed, you seized opportunities, you took risks but weren’t reckless, you exploited your opponent’s weaknesses. I can teach you those things, but only you can execute them perfectly in real combat.”

He turned to Lynn, his expression becoming serious and sincere: “You know, Hall, I’ve trained quite a few people. At Xavier’s School, I taught young mutants combat skills. Some were exceptionally talented, some worked incredibly hard, but very few could do what you did—defeat a high-ranking mutant single-handedly in such a short time.”

“He’s just too reliant on his abilities,” Lynn said modestly.

“Don’t be modest,” Wolverine said. “I saw it clearly. Every move you made was perfectly timed, every decision decisive and accurate. You found his weakness, you used the environment, you controlled the distance, and you took a risk at the crucial moment. This isn’t luck; this is skill.”

Han Bing lay on the ground, listening to the conversation, his face growing increasingly grim. Being defeated by an ordinary human was humiliating enough, but now he had to hear the other person being praised, which dealt a severe blow to his pride.

Wolverine dragged Han Bing to the other prisoners and tied her up with extra ropes. Then he returned to Lynn's side, his expression softening.

“Hall, I think it’s time for you to go back,” Wolverine said.

"What?" Lynn was stunned.

“I mean, your training can end now,” Wolverine explained. “Not because you’re not good enough, quite the opposite, because you’re good enough.”

“But I still have a lot to learn,” Lynn said.

“There’s always more to learn,” Wolverine said. “I’ve lived for over a hundred years and I’m still learning new things. But Hall, you’ve already mastered the most important things—mindset, skills, and most importantly, confidence.”

He patted Lynn on the shoulder: "When you came here, although you were already an excellent agent, you doubted your ability to face superhuman threats. You saw your limits and worried that those limits would kill you or those you were protecting at a crucial moment."

“But now,” Wolverine continued, “you just single-handedly defeated a Level 3 mutant. Not by luck, not by equipment, but by your skill, your judgment, your courage. You proved that even an ordinary person, with the right methods and a steadfast mindset, can defeat a seemingly invincible opponent.”

Lynn fell silent, processing Wolverine's words.

“I have nothing more to teach you,” Wolverine said, a rare hint of gentleness in his voice. “You’ve already learned how to think like a warrior, act like a hunter, and adapt like a survivor. The rest you’ll have to learn through your own experience.”

"And what about you?" Lynn asked. "Will you stay here?"

“At least until the blizzard passes and the mother and cubs are safe,” Wolverine said. “Then… I should get back to Xavier’s School. You’re right, complete isolation isn’t the answer. I need to find my place, not run away.” (End of Chapter)