As the last scrap of Apocalypse's flesh burned to ash in the hellfire, the showdown between the strongest finally came to an end.
The black shadows shrouding the area slowly dispersed, revealing Du Mu standing alone amid the devastated ruins. Apocalypse was nowhere to be seen.
In other words... Du Mu had won.
The cameras faithfully captured the scene. Viewers watching their screens froze collectively, but the silence lasted less than two seconds before thunderous cheers erupted from countless homes.
In the distance, the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse saw that Apocalypse had vanished. Assuming Du Mu had killed him, they were horrified.
Without the slightest hesitation, they all turned and fled.
Even their boss couldn't beat him. Staying here would only make them easy pickings. If they didn't run now, when would they?
Without sparing even a moment to mourn Apocalypse's death, the next to flee the battlefield were...
But before the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse could get far, Du Mu stopped them with a single thought. They stood motionless, as though someone had hit the pause button.
Without Apocalypse standing in his way, these mutants without Telepathy had no means of resisting Du Mu while he wore Charles's skin. Du Mu took the opportunity to read the memories of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse.
Good grief. A whole crew of Zhang Sans.
They were thieves, underground prizefighters, or even hired muscle doing dirty work for gangs. Every last one was a mutant who had spent years operating in legal gray areas or outright criminal circles.
No wonder none of them had sent a résumé to the Marvel Company.
Ororo still had something of a conscience. With some psychological counseling from Charles later on, she could turn over a new leaf and become an excellent member of the X-Men, fighting