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"No!"

Professor Charles let out a horrified scream.

In their eyes, Peter's actions were nothing short of a moth drawn to a flame, and he looked like a loyal dog manipulated by Apocalypse, willingly taking a fatal blow for his master!

Could it be that... Peter has been completely controlled by Apocalypse?

Not only them, but even Apocalypse was stunned. He had never expected that his unintentional mental attack would have such a miraculous effect.

This kid looks tough, but is he really that bad at thinking?

However, the next second, the astonishment on his face turned into complete blankness.

The scene that was expected—Peter being burned to ashes by the Phoenix Force—did not occur.

The primordial flame, powerful enough to incinerate a planet, did not cause any harm the moment it touched Peter's body. Instead, it rushed into his body like a long-lost relative, like swallows returning to their nest!

There was no explosion, no impact.

The whole process was incredibly smooth.

At the same time, Peter was so comfortable that he almost groaned out loud.

The feeling was like taking a sip of ice-cold cola on a sweltering summer day, with every pore from head to toe opening up.

One word: awesome!

However, this feeling of "enjoyment" did not last long.

The Phoenix Force, after all, is one of the most powerful forces in the universe, and it possesses its own will.

Once he realized he had entered the wrong "room", the power went berserk!

A will originating from the primordial chaos of the universe, filled with destruction, tyranny, and chaos, exploded in Peter's spiritual sea.

It tried to tear Peter's soul to pieces, to completely erase his will, and to turn him into a slave of the Phoenix Force who only knew how to follow his instincts!

"You mere mortals, how dare you meddle with the power of the gods! Turn to ashes!"

The grand and cold voice resonated directly in the depths of Peter's soul.

Peter's response was simply to curl his lip in disdain.

"Ha, small in stature, but talks big?"

"You think you can cause trouble on my turf?"

"Do you really think Grandpa Ma and Grandpa Tiger are pushovers?"

As he spoke, a thought struck Peter.

Two different lights instantly shone in his left and right hands.

One was a soft white light representing healing power, and the other was a delicate gray.

Horse Talisman! Tiger Talisman!

The Phoenix Force surged through Peter's body, constantly burning his meridians and destroying his cells.

But almost at the same moment the damage occurred, the power of the horse talisman was activated.

The soft white light was like a gentle spring breeze and rain; wherever it passed, all damage was instantly restored to its original state, even stronger than before.

The faster the Phoenix Power burned, the faster the Horse Talisman healed it!

If the Horse Talisman addresses the "physical level," then the Tiger Talisman targets the "philosophical level."

The will of the Phoenix Force is essentially a collection of extreme emotions.

When it leans towards light, it is creation and new life; when it leans towards darkness, it is destruction and end.

What's inside Peter right now is clearly the latter, the power of the Black Phoenix.

Under normal circumstances, there is no force that can influence this will.

But the Tiger Talisman is different; its power is "balance".

When the gray light enveloped that raging will, it was like adding a drop of magical purifier to a glass of murky water.

Those violent, chaotic, and dark emotions were forcibly stripped away and neutralized.

And those newborn, protective, and kind wills are amplified and highlighted.

Yin and Yang, good and evil, reached a perfect balance under the coercive power of the Tiger Talisman.

Ultimately, that grand and chaotic will was completely "formatted," transforming into a pure, emotionless "energy source code," quietly awaiting its new owner to write into it.

outside world.

The people at Xavier Academy only saw Peter's entire body erupt with dazzling golden light after absorbing that terrifying flame, turning him into a small sun that was impossible to look directly at.

The light came quickly and went quickly.

When the light faded, Peter's figure reappeared.

He remained suspended in mid-air, one hand in his pocket, looking relaxed, as if he had just enjoyed a nice afternoon tea.

However, his once dark eyes had now transformed into lava flowing with golden flames.

At the corner of her eye, there was even a faint golden-red phoenix totem.

The students at the academy looked at Peter, who was frozen in mid-air, both surprised that he was still alive and worried that he might actually be controlled by Apocalypse.

If Peter were controlled by Apocalypse, things would be terrible.

"Peter! Wake up! Don't let him control you!"

Professor Charles's voice was hoarse. He tried to move forward in his wheelchair, but was blocked by the invisible pressure. His face was full of anxiety and regret.

"Mr. Peter! Wake up! How could you lose to that blue-skinned monster!"

At this moment, Li Qianhuan mustered up the greatest courage of her life and shouted loudly at the sky, her face flushed red and her eyes filled with tears.

In their view, Peter's calmness at this moment was a sign that he was completely controlled by Apocalypse.

Hearing the little girl's shout, Peter suddenly looked down and winked his left eye playfully in her direction.

His eyes showed no sign of being controlled; they were filled with smug satisfaction, as if to say, "It's just basic stuff, sit back and watch the show."

Li Qianhuan was stunned.

The others were also stunned.

Apocalypse was even more stunned.

He felt his brain wasn't working properly at that moment.

This script is wrong!

Wasn't the other person being mind-controlled? Why are they still winking at me?

Just as she was thinking this,

"Who said I'm under this guy's control?"

Peter's voice drifted over, clearly ringing in everyone's ears.

"I told you, I'll take him down in ten moves."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand and gently snapped his fingers at the bewildered Apocalypse.

Snapped.

The crisp sound stood out starkly against the deathly silence of the battlefield.

next second.

A golden-red flame suddenly ignited on Apocalypse's body without warning.

The flame didn't look intense; it was even somewhat gentle, like a warm ray of sunshine in winter.

Apocalypse didn't even feel any pain.

He looked down at the tiny flame on his body, his face showing extreme confusion.

Is this your ultimate move after absorbing the power of the Phoenix?

That's it?

They can't even burn through my skin, are they trying to give me gua sha?

This was the last thought he left in this world.

Because in the next instant, his body, from the inside out, from his soul to his genes, was completely decomposed into the most primitive particles in that gentle flame.

There were no screams, no explosions, no struggles.

A gentle breeze blew by.

This self-proclaimed god, who had lived for thousands of years and stirred up endless storms, the first mutant in history, just like that... vanished with the wind.

Not even a trace of its existence was left behind.