Glory of the Nuclear Blast

Madelyne launched herself into the air, graceful yet fierce. Her hands flashed through a series of signs, conjuring countless fine red blades of Telekinesis that swept toward Jean like a torrential downpour.

Her fighting style was cold and mechanical, without emotion or openings. Every move was precise and ruthless, aimed solely at crushing her opponent. She had inherited Jean's abilities perfectly while discarding every hesitation and weakness Jean possessed.

Jean's expression did not change. Phoenix Fire swirled around her, forming a dense energy shield that blocked every blade.

Sparks flew, and the thunder of colliding energy rang out without pause.

Looking at the face identical to her own, she felt anger, wariness, and disbelief twist together inside her.

Mister Sinister stood far off at the edge of the battlefield, watching the two Phoenix gene carriers face each other. A faint, confident smile never left his lips.

Unhurried, he observed his creation contend with the original Phoenix, his eyes full of fascination with genetic power.

Elsewhere, Russell suppressed his irritation. The flicker of impatience faded from his blue eyes, leaving only the indifference of someone gazing down at ants and an intense hunger for battle.

Judging by his past battles, others thought he was merely a top-tier powerhouse with a formidable body and vast energy reserves. His true trump card, however, was absolute control at the subatomic level, deep within the quantum realm.

Molecules, atoms, electrons, photons—every microscopic particle in the world moved at his will. The Four Fundamental Forces—gravity, electromagnetism, the Strong Nuclear Force, and the Weak Nuclear Force—were his to command with a thought.

This had long since passed beyond the realm of Mutant abilities. It was a divine authority bordering on control over the very foundations of matter.

"Fine." Russell casually rolled his wrists. No violent surge of