chapter 66
Ka!
A faint sound echoed, like the shattering of a fragile shell.
Robert slowly retracted his fist and returned to his original stance.
"Huff."
"One hundred and eight thousand punches—can you really endure that?"
Robert asked calmly.
For him, such an intense barrage of attacks was merely a warm-up. But for the Black King, it was an onslaught he couldn't possibly withstand.
The phantom-like aura surrounding the Black King began to flicker erratically, its frequency increasing. It trembled, trying to stabilize but failed under the immense pressure.
Eventually, it reached its limit.
Ka! Ka!
Ka!
Cracks appeared across the Black King's illusionary form—an exact replica of his real self. Fiery orange-red energy surged from within his body, building up at a terrifying pace.
Boom!
An explosion erupted with a magnitude that mimicked the force of a nuclear detonation. The Black King was annihilated in a blinding flash of destruction. A massive mushroom cloud surged into the sky, radiating dazzling light that spread outwards in all directions. The explosion's brilliance could be seen from tens of thousands of kilometers away.
The ensuing shockwave tore through the terrain with violent force, annihilating everything in its path. Trees were uprooted, mountains flattened, and the surrounding forest obliterated.
After several minutes, the chaos subsided.
Silence fell over the shattered landscape.
The battlefield reformed, with Robert and the others reappearing amidst the wreckage.
Apocalypse stared at Robert, his expression one of disbelief. He was stunned by the sheer power Robert had unleashed in an instant.
Even if the Black King had tried to absorb and redirect the kinetic force of Robert's strikes, the destructive explosion could not have occurred without Robert's terrifying power as the foundation. It was undeniable—Robert was far more powerful than Apocalypse had anticipated.
"At your age, to possess such strength and potential," Apocalypse said, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of desperation. "Are you really unwilling to accept my offer?"
Robert responded with nothing but a mocking sneer. His eyes coldly scanned Apocalypse, searching for an opening to strike.
Apocalypse felt a chill.
Not far away, Magneto and Wolverine lay on the ground, barely conscious. Their eyes were wide with horror.
God.
What kind of monster is this?
To unleash nuclear-level destruction in mere moments—was this thing even human?
He was a humanoid weapon of mass destruction. Among all the known mutants, how could such a creature exist?
Too terrifying.
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The aftermath of the Black King's destruction was catastrophic.
He was blasted apart by Robert, leaving behind a scene akin to a battlefield following a nuclear warhead's detonation.
The Power released in that instant was indistinguishable from that of a real nuclear bomb. The enormous mushroom cloud soared skyward, and the incandescent light from the explosion rivaled the sun itself.
Had Robert and the others been ordinary beings, their eyes would have been incinerated by the sheer intensity of the flash.
While the light caused no harm, the shockwave and explosive force carved out a crater of unimaginable scale. The pit was so deep and wide that water had already begun to flow into it, eventually forming a vast lake that might rival Alkali Lake in size.
Such was the magnitude of Robert's power.
He truly deserved the title of "Humanoid Nuclear Weapon."
No wonder Magneto had been so terrified. Even when his powers had been amplified by Apocalypse, enabling him to manipulate the Earth's magnetic field, he couldn't match what Robert had just displayed.
And this—this wasn't even Robert's full strength.
He had merely tapped into the physical power granted by his Superman-like template. He hadn't even begun to fight seriously.
This was the real terror of Robert.
Standing tall, Robert stared at Apocalypse, who was still foolishly attempting to recruit him. He spoke with disdain.
"Are you still not awake?"
"Even now, you expect me to defect to you?"
His expression was laced with scorn.
Being controlled by the Illusion Master was a fate worse than death. Even when fully aware of one's actions, the lack of control over them was terrifying.
Humans are such fragile creatures—so easily influenced by their own flesh. Only a few—like the mystics of Kamar-Taj or Spider-Man, with his transcendent soul—could overcome such influence through sheer will or instinct.
Robert had no intention of gambling with his mind or body. He was determined.
He would kill Apocalypse and claim the rewards that followed.
Apocalypse, meanwhile, merely shook his head slowly.
"Child, you are too naive," he said solemnly.
"This world's so-called freedom and self-will are illusions."
"Without strength, there is no freedom."
"While others use emotion to bind you, I simply control your body."
"In the end, what's the difference?"
He wore a serious expression, clearly convinced of the righteousness of his twisted logic.
Robert laughed coldly.
"What a pathetic attempt at twisting logic."
"Enough nonsense."
Without another word, he sprang into action.
A green flash illuminated the space beside him as a lightsaber materialized in Robert's right hand, humming with lethal energy.
It looked much like a Jedi's saber from Star Wars—but this was no ceremonial weapon.
When Robert swung it, it made a sharp buzzing noise as it sliced through the air. He was confident—his saber far exceeded any Jedi's in raw power.
Even a star warship wouldn't stand a chance against it.
Without hesitation, Robert accelerated into flight. His movement blurred—he blinked from his original position, appearing directly in front of Apocalypse.
The saber descended.
A foul stench filled the air.
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