Under the blazing sun, a look of intense interest appeared on Homelander's face as well.
He instinctively glanced in the direction of the sunlight, his fighting spirit rising like the scorching sun, brewing in his sapphire-blue eyes, eager to burst forth.
The person most curious about the changes in Homelander's abilities was undoubtedly Homelander himself.
He only knew that he had grown stronger, but that was a vague concept that needed further testing and exploration.
There were only two ways to test it: first, through combat; second, by gradually probing his limits with modern weaponry.
He had already tried the second method in the laboratory as a child. All he could say was that humanity's current technology could hardly reach the limits of his strength, so modern weapons would presumably prove equally ineffective at testing his now even stronger self.
But Soldier Boy was different. This was his father, who possessed genes just as powerful as his own. Both were unrivaled powerhouses of their respective eras.
"Then let's give it a try, Father." Homelander lowered his brows, brimming with fighting spirit.
The corners of Soldier Boy's mouth rose, and he met his gaze without a trace of fear.
Even the wind blowing past seemed as sharp as a blade.
As their eyes met, Soldier Boy considered how utterly extraordinary Homelander's abilities were and decided to strike first.
He put himself on full alert and pretended he had something to discuss. "John, make sure you don't hold back. Also..."
Homelander raised his eyebrows slightly and listened intently.
Suddenly, Soldier Boy blurred into a dark streak in front of him and charged.
"Oh! Shit!" Homelander exclaimed, hastily activating his super vision.
But it was too late. By the time his eyes caught Soldier Boy's figure, the man's fist was already inches away.