Homelander witnessed this scene, and fury blazed in his chest like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
He soared upward, shooting straight into the heavens, determined to stop everything unfolding before him—everything he found intolerable.
However, Captain America was no ordinary man. He had long seen through Homelander's intentions, and a faint, calm smile curled at his lips, as though mocking Homelander's naivety.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Captain America's iconic round shield transformed into a streak of silver lightning, tearing through the sky with a thunderous roar and striking the airborne Homelander with perfect accuracy.
The attack was not only astonishingly fast, but also contained immeasurable power.
As though struck by a meteor, Homelander was blasted down from the clouds and slammed heavily into the ground, sending dust flying as if a shooting star had fallen into the mortal world.
Amid the swirling dust, his staggering figure was vaguely visible, leaving everyone present wide-eyed and unable to believe what they were seeing.
When had Homelander ever suffered such humiliation?
He struggled to his feet, his chest heaving unevenly, every breath accompanied by intense pain.
An unprecedented fury burned in his eyes—a rage at being challenged and defeated, and an even deeper doubt about his own worth.
Ever since childhood, Vought Company had regarded him as the strongest superhuman. Whether he was crushing every opponent in the arena or succeeding effortlessly on missions, he had grown accustomed to the taste of victory.
Even Queen Maeve, one of The Seven, could not compare to him.
Yet the Captain America who had suddenly appeared before him seemed to be his destined Nemesis. Every clash brought him pressure unlike anything he had ever felt.
Captain America stood there, straight and upright like an unshakable mountain.
When Homelander threw a punch