You Don't Even Understand Basic Physics

Apocalypse did not care what Cross was thinking.

He flew forward again.

Though he had come off worse in that last exchange, he had sensed how the Nuclear Blast Fist worked for the first time.

Cross knew nothing about cultivation techniques and had no idea how to conceal what he was doing. Besides, energy that immense could not be hidden.

Boom...

Their fists collided again.

This time, Cross did not use a tenfold Nuclear Blast Fist. He traded ordinary punches with Apocalypse.

Apocalypse did not move in for the kill, either. He kept the power of his Infinite Divine Fist under control.

Even if Cross suddenly unleashed a tenfold Nuclear Blast Fist again, Apocalypse could release enough energy to block it in time.

High in the sky, one sun after another flared to life.

The clouds within hundreds of kilometers had long since been scattered.

From afar, it looked as though the clouds ringed a vast, empty circle hundreds of kilometers across.

In cities a thousand kilometers away, people could see the flashes flickering on the horizon.

With each clash, the way the Nuclear Blast Fist worked became clearer.

It seemed that entire barrel of Pym Particles had been injected into Cross's body.

Each time he used the technique, a small amount of matter was compressed in his dantian.

Compressed to its limit, it suddenly became a surge of overwhelming energy that rose from his dantian, traveled down his arm, and burst from his fist.

Though Cross knew no cultivation techniques, his extraordinary intelligence had led him to a route faintly resembling those used by most such techniques.

The route was crude and direct, hardly worth mentioning beside a proper cultivation technique.

But it worked.

Ordinary cultivators retained some energy in their dantian whenever they struck. They never drained it