Infinite Divine Fist

"Second punch..."

"Third punch..."

Apocalypse threw more than a dozen punches in succession. The alien warships blocking the other side of the wormhole immediately lit up in a silent sea of flames.

Many warships were struck across only half their hulls. The other halves exploded, and the blasts sent the wreckage crashing into other alien warships, plunging everything into chaos.

No one knew how many ships had been destroyed before the Chitauri finally reacted, ordering their warships to move away from the wormhole.

For a moment, from Earth's side, the wormhole was completely empty, with only scattered fragments of wreckage left behind.

Everyone watching the battle could barely keep their jaws from dropping.

They had just been prepared to sacrifice the small to save the greater good, so where had this monster suddenly come from?

Especially the committee members. Staring at the giant screen, their fingers still pressed against the red button, they had forgotten to pull them away.

The alien warships that two nuclear missiles had failed to destroy were being taken out one by one with his fists, as though he were smashing toy boats.

What kind of heaven-defying martial art was this?!

Once they recovered slightly, they could not help cursing Nick Fury inwardly.

You had a peerless powerhouse like this under your command, so why the hell didn't you tell us earlier? You made us bypass you to launch nuclear missiles and play the villains for nothing.

Even more infuriating was that this peerless powerhouse had said he needed five minutes. For the first four minutes, he had kept them in suspense, only making his move during the final countdown.

Wait? Could he be dissatisfied with our committee? Dissatisfied that we launched nuclear missiles and disregarded civilian lives?

At the thought of someone at that