It Has Nothing to Do with Strength-You're Not as Silly as Me

I did my best to perform the part you needed me to play!

Russell was extremely satisfied with his performance. His acting did not merely skim the surface; his lines struck straight at the heart. That one sentence alone had probably crushed countless professional actors.

If he were on the market, no one could hire him for less than a hundred million.

And that was with his mask on. Otherwise, it would have been a full-blown idol drama, with the audience staring at his face the entire time.

"..."

Ororo was disgusted. Russell's clumsy lines and crude acting were beyond saving, even with special effects.

She was not stupid. After several fruitless attacks, she realized Russell's abilities perfectly countered hers. She descended from midair and returned to Apocalypse's side.

Apocalypse said nothing. As the boss, anything he said now would lower his prestige. If his subordinates had even a little sense, they would step forward and share his burden.

And sure enough, a clever person appeared. Warren, the "Angel" among Apocalypse's Horsemen, spread his wings and soared into the air. His metallic feathers reflected a cold gleam as killing intent swept down from above.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Feather after feather shot from beneath Warren's wings like arrows released from a bow, reaching Russell in the blink of an eye.

It was a dense area attack that covered the entire rooftop. Psylocke raised a purple shield formed from transformed energy and sidestepped behind Logan, the team's universally acknowledged meat shield.

Russell drew his Adamantium Blade. Silver light surged up and down as he wielded the long blade in an impenetrable whirl. Even though Warren concentrated most of his firepower on him, he failed to harm him in the slightest.

Russell did not know much about this angel mutant. He only knew