Before the crimson energy accumulated in the eyes of the Homelander could fully erupt.
The Soldier Boy leaped high with a speed far beyond his physique and grabbed the Homelander's Stars and Stripes cape.
"Get down here!"
With a burst of strength from his waist and abdomen, the Soldier Boy slammed Homelander down onto the ground like a human-shaped warhammer!
Pain and dizziness left the Homelander's mind blank.
That's not all.
Before he could recover, a figure had already pressed down on him.
The Soldier Boy rode on his chest, his angry face so close that spittle even sprayed onto his face.
"A sissy wearing the Stars and Stripes!"
The Soldier Boy's fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, mercilessly smashed into the face of the Homelander.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Every punch was powerful and heavy, landing squarely on the skin.
The Homelander's nose collapsed, and blood mixed with broken teeth splattered from his mouth.
"A weakling who needs a cape to fly! A Joker can only shoot lasers with his eyes!"
"While I was fucking fighting the Nazis in Normandy, you were probably somewhere soaking in formaldehyde!"
The Soldier Boy beat the boy violently while hurling the most vulgar insults at him.
shame.
An unprecedented sense of shame.
He, the Homelander, the embodiment of perfection, was being beaten like a dead dog by an outdated old man.
"Get out of here!"
He took off directly and knocked the Soldier Boy aside.
The Soldier Boy did a somersault in the air and landed steadily. He licked the blood off his fist and smiled.
"Oh? You're angry? That's more like it. Let me see just how much this sissy of yours really weighs!"
The Homelander wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand; his eyes were bloodshot.
You... will... die!
After saying that, he quickly approached the Soldier Boy and punched him straight for the Soldier Boy's head.
The Soldier Boy crossed his arms and managed to block the punch.
All of the Homelander's attacks were aimed at killing the enemy.
His fists were powerful enough to pierce an aircraft carrier's armor, and his speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow.
But the Soldier Boy was like an unbreakable piece of chewing gum.
No matter how fiercely the Homelander attacked, he could withstand it and then retaliate in an even more ferocious manner.
His combat experience far surpasses that of his Homelander.
"Enough!"
The Homelander broke free from the struggle and his body rose high into the air, hovering.
He could no longer tolerate this inefficient hand-to-hand combat.
The air temperature rose rapidly.
The Homelander once again shone with two crimson lights.
The Soldier Boy on the ground grinned even wider.
Just as the scorching energy was about to erupt, a pillar of fire suddenly shot out from the side and slammed into Homelander's side.
The Homelander felt a different kind of pain.
A burning pain.
The person was knocked off balance in mid-air, causing them to stumble and lose their balance while flying.
"Damn, I thought you were going to sleep all day, Stickman."
The Soldier Boy grumbled and stretched his shoulders.
The Human Torch, Jim, hovered not far away.
Through the flickering Flame, one could see his expressionless face.
"The boss's order is to assist with training."
"Train?"
The Homelander steadied himself and looked at his side.
The blue battle suit had been burned through, leaving a large, charred hole, with smoke still rising from the edges.
The skin underneath was a horrifying red, and a constant stinging sensation was felt.
He glanced at the grinning Soldier Boy, then at the silent, Human Torch.
You fucking want to die!
The voices of the Homelander have become violent.
He abandoned his precision strike, his eyes flashing red, preparing to plow the entire room with indiscriminate Heat Vision.
The Soldier Boy didn't dodge; he simply assumed a horse stance and endured the attack.
Devastating high-temperature energy swept across his body.
The Soldier Boy's skin was scorched red, and his body was propelled backward by the force of the energy, carving two deep furrows in the ground.
"Is that all you've got?" the Soldier Boy scoffed. "You can't even tickle me properly!"
Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Homelander turned his attention to another creature floating in the air.
Jim Hammond's response was far more elegant.
With a single hand raised, a fiery dragon roared forth and violently collided with the Homelander's Heat Vision.
The red and orange energies Oblivion each other, bursting forth with dazzling light and scorching heat.
The Heat Vision were successfully blocked.
The Soldier Boy seized the opportunity and launched himself forward, slamming his shoulder into Homelander's abdomen from below.
Once again knocked to the ground, the Homelander felt a churning in his stomach and couldn't catch his breath.
Taking advantage of your weakness, the Soldier Boy grabbed Homelander's hair and started punching him.
Yasuo, sword in hand, silently watched this one-sided act of violence.
He walked over to Lynn.
Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?
Yasuo's voice was low, tinged with confusion.
"I can calm him down on my own."
When facing an enemy, once the sword is drawn and unsheathed, it's time to end it.
He viewed this lengthy and brutal beating as both inefficient and lacking in aesthetic appeal.
Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the "teaching site" in the distance.
"Killing him is the easiest thing to do in this room."
But what's the point?
Lynn countered with a question.
"A dead Homelander is just an expensive corpse; I want a living, obedient Homelander."
"He believed himself to be a god. A god, if defeated by a stronger god, would only feel anger and resentment, and would think of revenge."
"But what if he were to be humiliated and trampled on the ground in the most insulting way by a bunch of vermin and outdated goods in his eyes?"
Yasuo fell silent.
" The Soldier Boy is his father, his prototype; this is a kind of bloodline suppression, a result of the family education he received from his elders."
Lynn's voice held a hint of amusement.
" Jim is an outsider; the world doesn't revolve around him."
"Your sword can sever his body, but I will sever the nerve of arrogance in his brain."
The Soldier Boy's fist was still falling.
The struggle of the Homelander was already negligible, and unintelligible sounds escaped from his throat.
His face was completely swollen, and there was something else in his eyes.
It's confusion.
There was also a faint sense of fear.
"That's about it," Lynn said.
The Soldier Boy's fist froze in mid-air, just centimeters from Homelander's face.
He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Homelander's rotten face.
"Remember this feeling, you son of a bitch. This is the first lesson your father taught you."
He released his grip and stepped back.
Jim Hammond also dissipated the Flame on his body, returned to human form, and landed on the ground.
The Homelander hung his head, his golden hair matted together with blood and sweat, looking utterly disheveled.
Lynn carried the cat and walked over.
Homelander noticed his presence and his body trembled involuntarily.
Welcome to the new Vought.
He paused, looking at the once arrogant "god".
"Lesson One is now over."