Nuclear Blast Fist

Cross kept growing.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the ceiling, but he did not stop.

He punched straight through more than ten meters of earth and rose aboveground.

In the end, all Apocalypse and the others could see were his lower legs. Everything above his knees had vanished from view.

The giant Cross lifted his feet, and the basement collapsed with a boom. Rubble rained down, burying all the equipment.

Apocalypse had no choice but to shield everyone within a barrier of divine power and bring them to the surface.

The moment they emerged, a massive fist blotted out the sky and came crashing down at Apocalypse.

Bill Foster, Scott Lang, Hope, and the others could barely breathe. They instinctively raised their arms in front of them.

Apocalypse's expression did not change. He gave a light, one-handed swat, as though brushing away a fly.

Boom...

The hundred-meter-tall Cross spun away in an awkward pirouette, slammed uncontrollably into the spatial barrier, then crashed to the ground.

Apocalypse frowned slightly. Surely Cross's confidence did not come from growing bigger alone?

His strength had increased considerably. That last punch had carried at least twenty times the Hulk's strength.

But against Apocalypse, that was nowhere near enough.

Cross was too intelligent to make such a basic mistake.

"Hahahahaha..."

Rather than getting angry, Cross laughed. He braced himself against the spatial barrier and stood.

Laughter boomed from his towering body like cannon fire. He seemed wholly unconcerned by his failure.

"As expected of the Apocalypse King. In my mentor's day, becoming a giant would have been enough to dominate an era."

"Yet before you, I was brushed aside like a butterfly."

Bill Foster stared dazedly at the giant Cross and murmured, "Goliath. My Goliath."

"Sigh... I thought the failure of the Goliath