Above the Moon

"What do you mean?" Cross had yet to react.

"Boom..."

A surge of nuclear explosion energy burst from Apocalypse's hand and swept toward Cross.

Cross was greatly shocked.

He had never expected his signature move, the one he was so proud of, to be learned by his opponent in such a short time.

In his haste, he only hurriedly unleashed the same Nuclear Blast Fist to resist once the energy was already upon him.

The close-range collision blast sent him flying far away.

"Haha, again!"

Apocalypse was immensely exhilarated and threw another Nuclear Blast Fist.

"Boom!!"

Cross was forced back again and again.

The succession of shocks had already left him numb.

Once brimming with confidence, he was now beginning to doubt his own intelligence.

Could it be that he truly lacked talent?

First there had been his mentor, a peerless genius who had developed Pym Particles decades ago. Cross had spent most of his life following in his mentor's footsteps.

He had thought that after creating Pym Particles and inventing the Nuclear Blast Fist, he had finally surpassed his mentor.

Yet now an even more terrifying being had appeared, mastering everything he possessed in just a few minutes.

Apocalypse, meanwhile, remained unhurried. He converted Pym Particles while compressing the matter within his body.

He continuously unleashed Nuclear Blast Fists.

At first, Apocalypse did not dare compress too much matter, fearing he would lose control and create a nuclear explosion inside his own body.

But as he grew increasingly familiar with it, he dared compress more and more matter, and the power of his attacks kept rising.

In the end, he could easily unleash a Nuclear Blast Fist ten times as powerful.

Cross, serving as his sparring partner, was miserable. After exchanging blows with Apocalypse's Infinite Divine Fist for so