The Great Battle with Homelander

Whoosh!

Homelander's punch missed, breaking the sound barrier. The force of his fist tore through the air, sending waves crashing dozens of meters high against the shore, raining down like a torpedo strike.

Ron turned into a blur, streaking past him at nearly thirty times the speed of sound. A flash of blade, a sharp screech as the razor-sharp edge sliced across his abdomen.

The feedback from the blade made his brow twitch almost imperceptibly.

Boom!

In a flash, both spun around, kicking the ground apart again, turning into two afterimages charging at each other.

"All my life, I've held back my power, because everything on Earth—stone, steel—is too fragile for me, like sandcastles that crumble at a touch."

Homelander's punches grew stronger. At first, mere tens of thousands of tons, then higher and higher. Each blow felt like a mountain crashing down, carrying terrifying force.

"In my normal state, especially in the city, I only use a hundred tons of force—enough for anything. Today, you'll see my true power."

His face twisted in fury as he threw punch after punch, fists like mountains forcing through layers of air.

"You'll learn why there's only ever been one Homelander on Earth!"

The power in Homelander's fists was horrifying.

But Ron was more than twice as fast. The blows that landed on him were few and far between.

Even when they did hit, the force—like hundreds of tons of TNT exploding—was instantly absorbed.

Blade-light flashed like lightning, slashing across Homelander again and again.

After dozens of exchanges, Homelander's suit hung in tatters, but his body remained completely unharmed.

Rip!

"There's a metal on Earth I didn't know about..."

Dozens of meters apart, they both stopped. Homelander hovered up, casually tearing off the shredded, bulletproof upper half of his suit, revealing a muscular, steel-cast body radiating a fierce, overwhelming presence. He sneered.

"—But you're still far from hurting me."

"As I thought."

Ignoring his words, Ron's expression stayed flat. He didn't even glance at the Adamantium longsword again.

The next instant, he tossed it aside like trash. The Adamantium blade shot hundreds of meters through the air like a bolt of lightning, embedding itself hilt-deep into a dark cliff on the distant island.

"If the blade won't cut, let's try my fists!"

Energy flared around his body. His legs bent slightly, and he launched himself like an arrow from a bow.

Boom!

The ground couldn't withstand the force. A crater over ten meters wide scarred the beach like a wound.

Moving at an unbelievable speed, his crimson figure was there in an instant. He swung his fist, slamming it hard into Homelander's head.

Caught off guard, Homelander's head snapped back like a baseball hit at full speed. His body flew sideways toward the horizon, breaking the sound barrier, tearing through clouds, and rocketing straight up a thousand meters.

Bam! Bam!

Under that blow, visible shockwaves blasted upward and downward. The sea surface dipped, churning into massive waves.

Whoosh!

Wrapped in a trail of crimson plasma energy, Ron shot forward like a meteor with a burning tail.

Wind roared past his ears. His eyes cold, he chased at dozens of times the speed of sound. In a flash, he was above Homelander, punching down again.

Homelander raised his arm to block, but the impact slammed him heavily onto the island.

Boom!

The entire deserted island shuddered violently.

Homelander's body carved a massive pit into the dense forest, sending dirt waves surging ten meters high like a tsunami, swallowing and crushing trees.

His speed was still far slower than Ron's.

"Kid, you've pissed me off!"

The next second, a dust-covered Homelander burst from the crater, flew to Ron in an instant, and swung his arm in a furious, twisting punch.

The force in his fist could easily snap any aircraft carrier on Earth in two.

Ron threw his own fist, unleashing a surging tide of kinetic energy from within.

Boom!

Their fists collided midair, like a fuel-air bomb detonating in the sky!

A violent gale raged for miles. The island's lush trees bent flat under the solid pressure wave. The topsoil was ripped away, as if a typhoon had swept through.

"Your fists aren't as strong as your anger makes them seem!"

Catching the blow solidly, Ron's expression remained icy. He struck again, trading blows with Homelander in the air, shattering the atmosphere and rolling out wave after wave of shock.

Homelander's punches hit his body, the kinetic energy absorbed like a gentle breeze. But Ron's fists always sent him flying like a baseball, back and forth.

Even in the air, Homelander couldn't match his speed.

Alex's ability in the comics allowed him to wrap himself in plasma energy to propel himself in flight, reaching up to light speed. In the X-Men universe, it wasn't that exaggerated, but it could still hit a maximum of a hundred times the speed of sound.

His previous neural speed couldn't keep up, so he could only fly in a straight line in open sky, useless in combat. But now, with the addition of lightning-fast reflexes, that was no longer an issue.

Ron had abandoned the Adamantium blade and was fighting Homelander barehanded.

He'd tried many times—Adamantium was indeed not as hard as Homelander's body.

It was like swinging a plastic dull knife at high-density rubber; tough to the point of being nearly impossible to cut through.

"Besides, using a blade hinders my ability's potential."

Glancing at his fists, Ron charged in again at extreme speed, throwing punches to unleash the kinetic energy he'd absorbed. Though he seemed firmly in control, maintaining an easygoing air in the fierce battle, it was actually due to his ability.

If he didn't get hurt, fine. But the moment he did, it would be a severe injury that could tear his body apart, followed by relentless pursuit.

"Even looking relaxed, I can't afford the slightest carelessness."

Two figures clashed violently, shockwaves surging like tides, thunderous booms echoing far and wide across the sky and ground.

Vought International, the 82nd floor of the executive building.

In President Edgar's office, Vice President Adeline burst in with several technicians, speaking urgently.

"Mr. Edgar, the Investigation Department reported to me this morning that Homelander asked for Dark Star's address. According to the tracker on him, he went to find Dark Star.

The two got into a conflict."

Madelyn quickly pressed the remote, and the large screen in the office uploaded a blurry street surveillance clip. From the side, it faintly captured Homelander angrily grabbing Ron by the collar on an upper balcony, saying something, while Ron's expression was blank and indifferent.

"They fought?"

Edgar immediately set down his documents and sat up quickly, his expression turning serious.

If it were just a minor verbal spat, Madelyn wouldn't have come to him in such a hurry.

"According to the tracker, Homelander and Dark Star later appeared on a desolate island called Raysengol Island in the Atlantic, covering nearly a hundred square kilometers."

Members of The Seven generally had trackers implanted in their bodies. Dark Star refused to accept one, and nothing could pierce Homelander's skin, but Vought had installed the tracker into Homelander's belt.

Vought technicians had already located the two through the trackers.

"Satellite is connected, Ms. Madelyn."

The technician worked quickly on the computer, linking the satellite to the office screen.

Vought's orbital satellite locked onto Raysengol Island in the Atlantic.

"This... this is too much!"

Once they saw the scene on the island, several technicians couldn't help gulping hard, their expressions stunned.