Run Farther, I'm About to Unleash My Ultimate Move

Rumble!

Apocalypse's severed body fell to the ground, kicking up a vast cloud of dust. Russell flapped his wings and blew the dust away, then walked forward with his sword held upside down and brought it down on Apocalypse's remains.

Apocalypse's rapid regeneration was terrifying. His powerful psychic abilities, matter restructuring, and molecular-level control over his own body all made his healing ability nearly comparable to an Immortal Body.

In other words, unless someone could erase both his flesh and spirit in one go like Phoenix Woman, he could regenerate from a single drop of blood.

Even Deadpool's healing factor could not compare to such a powerful regenerative ability.

Of course, every living being had limits.

Apocalypse was not invincible. Exhaust his mental strength and drain his stamina, and he could still be worked to death.

Achieving that was difficult, and doing so within three hundred seconds was unrealistic. All Russell could do was consume as much of Apocalypse's strength and energy as possible.

Continuously kill Apocalypse, then make him regenerate and revive again and again. That was the fastest and most effective shortcut.

It was just a little bloody and cruel, and might make the children in front of their TVs uncomfortable. But considering the wings on his back, the parents would surely forgive him.

Layers upon layers of sword energy swept through like raging winds and monstrous waves. Powerful currents crisscrossed the heavens and earth, while the boundless sea of sand and the sky were shredded into pieces by streaking sword light.

Russell sheathed his sword and stood waiting for Apocalypse to recover.

At first, Apocalypse had held back his anger and fearlessly fought back. He was cut down repeatedly while only halfway restored. After paying the price in blood, he finally calmed down.

Why argue over pride?