If he knew what Apocalypse was thinking, Luke would definitely say—
'Be confident and remove the word 'maybe' from your vocabulary.'
Or, 'Be more confident and swallow the whole sentence back.'
Apocalypse's power was in its various natural abilities.
But Luke was like a warrior with strength, defense, stamina, and vitality at full capacity, and from time to time, he could throw a few magic spells.
It was almost impossible for him to beat Superman down.
Therefore, Luke wasn't afraid of his opponent but took the initiative to fight.
As for Apocalypse's blind arrogance, it was completely understandable that an old man, who had been asleep for so long, would not adapt to the changes in the outside world and develop such an arrogant attitude.
Luke had seen quite a few similar guys.
For example, Namor, the Sea King, had suffered a broken back.
In the beginning, he also thought highly of himself and looked down on people.
After some physical persuasion and consensus, the two sides got along quite happily.
Therefore, throwing punches was probably the most effective way to deal with the jerk who couldn't communicate properly.
"Your arrogance is limiting your vision, En Sabah Nur."
Luke addressed Apocalypse by name, with no respect.
He walked forward, and the void trembled beneath his feet.
"How long have you been alive? 50 years? A hundred years? How can a human being with a short life expectancy talk about vision?"
The mutant god was not to be outdone and still met him fearlessly.
The battle kicked off again.
Violent shocks, terrifying energy, continuous explosions ...
The two sides tried their best to show their control of energy, from macro to micro, each using their own methods and skills.
Apocalypse continuously crushed matter and then transformed and reorganized them at the molecular level, causing terrible damage.
Dust turned into flames, airflow into blades ...
Defensive energy attacks poured onto the enemy's body.
Without the bio-force field and Superman's body, Luke wouldn't be able to survive.
After being transformed by Wöden's Blood, he didn't only use Heat Vision.
He started to use a subtler way to compress energy and manipulate matter.
He had a ball of lightning, and high-temperature chains, all around his body.
Like a turret of unlimited firepower, violently pushed out.
Two powerful people, both standing above the earth, were fighting against each other.
To the outside world, they used power to collide in the macro world and affect the micro world.
People only saw strong flashes of light, the earth-shattering destruction of matter. However, no sound was heard.
Whether it was a towering mountain or a huge building complex.
As long as it was affected by the wave, it would immediately disappear.
The intensity of the battle was increasingly terrifying.
Superman and Apocalypse, like two gods walking on earth, were deeply feared.
The battlefield between the two continued to expand, fighting all the way from Egypt to the Persian Gulf, spanning thousands of miles.
Along the way, like a tornado, only broken walls and rubble were left.
"This is a hostile attack! .... What? Is that Superman? Forget it, forget it, I'll find a shelter to hide in."
On the battlefield, Iran's government, which was newly established, flew into a rage.
They thought, 'The country needs dignity and sovereignty, so how can we tolerate two bastards doing whatever they want?'
The King wanted to mobilize the army immediately, but he decisively gave up his original idea after finding out that one of them was Luke.
That was the war hero who tore the Axis Powers apart, split them up, killed the mustached Führer, and ended World War II.
The Soviet Union, one of the superpowers, was afraid of Superman's strength.
They decided to develop the nuclear industry to cope with the possible crisis.
So, Iran decided not to poke their noses into this and provoke this great god.
It was better to continue as if nothing had happened.
"If this battle continues, nothing good will come out of it."
A few hours later, the violent energy blew away the clouds.
With a hard punch, Apocalypse flew out several miles, with a trace of shock in his eyes.
He didn't expect that a human being could really stand up to him.
Mind manipulation, matter reorganization, energy absorption, space transfer ...
Apocalypse had used all the above natural abilities.
Combined with the fighting experience and fighting instinct cultivated with the nomadic people since childhood, he still didn't have the upper hand.
The opponent appeared to be at ease, not showing fatigue but rather an increasing sense of courage.
The momentum kept rising. The power released between the punches and kicks was even greater than before, frightening people.
"What? Going to beg for mercy?"
Luke returned the taunt.
This was far from his limit.
To quote Captain America's classic line, "I can do this ... all day."
With a young yellow sun, even Superman didn't quite know where his upper limit was.
"You're overconfident, human."
Although he acknowledged the other's strength in his heart, Apocalypse would never say it.
Fighting and not being able to beat him were two different things. Anyway, in terms of momentum, he wasn't much worse.
"Then, continue?"
Luke raised an eyebrow. It was rare for him to find a formidable opponent to train with.
After being officially promoted to the Allfather level, Wolverine and Sabretooth, the two mutant brothers who could still serve as sandbags, had announced their formal retirement.
Apocalypse, which had an almost immortal body, had become a suitable replacement.
If the other party didn't stop, Luke didn't mind fighting for a few more hours.
"You can't kill me, at least without paying a certain price."
Apocalypse cleared his throat and changed the subject.
Because of his gray skin, it was impossible to see whether this mutant god felt embarrassed.
"Continuously fighting won't be a problem for us."
Apocalypse continued.
He had a powerful gift for absorbing energy.
Luke seemed to have mastered a similar method.
In addition, the two were physically powerful in close combat.
Conventional weapons couldn't harm them.
No solid results could be achieved if the fight continued.
"Instead of wasting energy and time, it's better just to stop."
Apocalypse narrowed his eyes and waited for an answer.
He finally woke up from a deep sleep, and he still had many plans to carry out, and there was no need to spend energy on Luke.
"Considering that there's nothing personal between us, there's really nothing to settle."
Luke pondered for a moment and smiled lightly, "I don't have anything against stopping this fight, it's just--"
"I would like to correct one of your thoughts, Great En-Sabah-Nur."
He raised his right hand, and a silver light shone, turning into a long sword and pointing it straight at his opponent.
The silver-like Tenth Metal was aimed at Apocalypse from afar.
The sharp coldness that cut through everything almost forcefully touched his face. It caused the latter's eyelids to jump.
'Danger!'
The word flashed in Apocalypse's mind.
"I have the ultimate means to hurt and kill you."
Luke said with a straight face while holding the sharp sword.
"So, I personally hope you could be more peaceful and not think about establishing a mutant empire and exterminating the backward human race ..."
"Instead of wasting your time on this meaningless 'magnificent endeavor' you have been sleeping for thousands of years, why not travel around and take a break? "
Luke started with a stern verbal warning and then changed his tone to gentle advice like a life coach.
In his opinion, every villain should learn from Thanos.
If one had nothing to do, he could just plant fields, bask in the sun, and feel the tranquility and beauty brought by the countryside life.
Always thinking about ruling the world, building nations, destroying people -- such a life pursuit was rather dull.
"Humph! We'll meet again!"
Apocalypse, who hated being threatened, looked at the sharp sword and held back his anger.
Reason told him that he should keep a generous heart.
No matter how rude, cocky and arrogant this human being was, he was a magnanimous Pharaoh and a kind god, so there was no need to haggle over every ounce.
After some psychological consolation and self-assurance, Apocalypse dropped a malicious sentence, started space transmission, and left.
He was going to find his four knights!
Gain more power!
And then...
Come back to settle the score with Superman.
"Lose the soldiers but not the battle. The mutant god still wants to save his reputation."
Luke faintly smiled.
He put away the Tenth Metal. This thing wasn't limitless, so he had to use it wisely.
Just now, he took it out as a deterrent.
Superman was a little reluctant to use it to cut someone down.