"Whoosh Whoosh!!!"
He sprinted at supersonic speeds, going from static to motion in just 0.001 seconds.
"Sorry, Superman, although you are very powerful, in the realm of speed, I am the strongest."
A-Train said to himself.
If Homelander was the flawless powerhouse of The Boys world, then he, A-Train, was the speed representative of this world; he was the fastest man alive.
When he started to get serious, with the combination of his'Speed' and 'Accelerated Perception' abilities, coupled with 'Physical Enhancement', the world within his sight could even produce an effect similar to time stopping!
Therefore, A-Train was startled but not panicked. With a calm face, he twisted his body to dodge. Every dark muscle in his body strained, and the next moment, he successfully avoided Superman's fist.
A-Train smiled knowingly, 'The force is strong, but the speed is still lacking a bit.'
The opponent's attacks came one after another, and the density of people at the scene was somewhat high.
No matter, for A-Train, this was not an issue.
At this moment of being pursued by Superman, his concentration was unparalleled, and his physical state was at its peak. He controlled himself as he ran outward, avoiding one obstructive ally after another.
In A-Train's eyes, after he had run a certain distance, the people and things around him were still in a state of slow motion.
He smiled lightly, "Even if it is Superman, he must have been left far behind by me by now, right?"
A-Train turned slightly to the side, thinking that while he was completely leaving the battlefield, he would also take a look at what kind of foolish look Superman had behind him.
Then, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag.
Superman's perception and reaction ability were clearly not on the same level as his; he was the faster one!
'This is impossible!!!'
The fist kept enlarging in A-Train's eyes. His pupils trembled as he desperately urged his body, but at this moment, it felt as if he were the one who had been frozen in time.
'Bang—!'
A-Train had no way to dodge and was eventually hit in the stomach by Superman's fist. In the instant he flew backward, he even saw that Superman's eyes were smiling; he wasn't even fucking serious at all.
'Fuck Superman, thanks for not being serious...'
A-Train snapped several trees and disappeared from people's view like a cannonball. He fell deep into the jungle with lingering fear, feeling his stomach churning and his internal organs nearly shattered. He couldn't get up, and he didn't want to get up either.
Members of The Seven were eliminated one after another.
This group of Vought superheroes, whom Homelander had pinned his high hopes on, only lasted a few seconds longer than the ones Homelander had brought before.
Among them, the two bomb twins were the most ridiculous. Their ability required them to hold hands to activate, and their accuracy was absurdly off. They injured and killed several agents who were nervously watching from the sidelines; their lethality was even greater than Superman's.
Shawn finally knocked Queen Maeve to the ground; her endurance was indeed very good.
Looking at this female superhero he had once regarded as an idol, Shawn grabbed her face with one hand and lifted her up.
"Hmph..."
Queen Maeve groaned in pain, struggling in mid-air, only to be punched twice in the abdomen by Shawn, finally quieting down under the intense pain.
Shawn was calm: "Maeve, to be honest, you're a bit weak. You look like you've been slacking on your training."
Homelander in the sky turned grim and terrifyingly pale. After using his lasers to force Mira back, he did not continue the fight.
"Continue?"
Mira felt she hadn't performed well.
She felt she had almost been suppressed just now and was a bit unconvinced: "Homelander, your combat skills are terrible."
Homelander was mocked like this but could only hold back his frustration. The facts proved that it would be difficult for him to take down Supergirl in a short time.
The plan to break them one by one and then gang up on Superman had failed from the very beginning.
The Vought superheroes were broken one by one by them. How could these guys be so weak?!
Homelander was fuming inside.
'Is it my imagination?'
'Superman's strength seems to be much stronger than when we met before. If so, will Supergirl's future strength also...'
Homelander's mind flashed with this doubt. His instincts were quite sharp, and after realizing this, he nearly lost his composure on the spot.
"It's over."
A smile flashed in Shawn's eyes. He raised his fist and said to Queen Maeve in his hand in a cold tone: "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being a Vought superhero."
'Hum—!'
The air rubbed against his fist, emitting a loud blast.
This punch could be said to be without any reservation, completely different from his restrained fighting style just now.
"No!"
A rare look of panic appeared on Homelander's face. He subconsciously accelerated sharply and rushed toward Superman.
The fist did not fall.
Shawn swung Queen Maeve, who was in his hand, like a sandbag, slamming her heavily into the oncoming Homelander. Perhaps out of concern, Homelander actually didn't react in time.
Another low-level mistake.
Even in a normal fight, it wouldn't be easy for Superman to catch Homelander and continuously output damage, let alone with such an opening.
Shawn would not let such an opportunity slip by. In a flash, he appeared in front of the two people who were piled up on top of each other.
He raised his fist, "Watch closely, this punch will be very..."
The situation was serious, because Superman's sandbag-sized fist was originally going to land on Queen Maeve, but Homelander, not knowing what kind of madness had gotten into him, actually twisted his body to block it.
'Bang—!!' 'Bang—!!' 'Bang—!!'
Holding Queen Maeve, he shot toward the factory building in the distance like a cannonball, crashing through several walls before stopping.
Shawn did not pursue. He called out to Mira, and the two landed on the ground with ease.
Mira said in a low voice: "Wow, you hit really hard."
Shawn: "I had to get a little serious, otherwise others would think we two were actually worse than them."
"Gulp..."
The ordinary agents who witnessed all this, as well as those superhumans who were still conscious, were all shocked beyond measure.
Superman and Supergirl, standing together, were a perfect match; their intimate state made them look undoubtedly like a couple.
Their strength was unbelievably high to this extent.
'Wait, is this really a species on Earth?!'
'Did Earth quietly upgrade without taking me along...'
The Vought staff member filming with a crude mobile phone subconsciously sent this video back to headquarters, and then, with a trembling hand, dropped the phone on the ground.
The clandestine filming operation ended right there.
"Hmm?"
Their movement drew Shawn's gaze.
Superman turned his head slightly, his azure blue eyes glowing slightly red.
Was he annoyed, and finally ready to start a massacre?
Everyone at the scene was sweating profusely, trembling with fear.
"Stop."
The collapsed wall in the distance was pushed open. Homelander, acting as if nothing had happened, stood up while holding Queen Maeve.
Queen Maeve stepped back two steps, somewhat unnaturally, keeping a distance from Homelander.
Homelander had no mind to care about these details. He patted the dirt off his clothes and looked at Shawn: "Superman, we can talk."
Oh?
Shawn looked at Homelander at this moment and pointed at all the Vought superheroes who had fallen in the ruins.
"You attacked us; don't you think it's too late to say these things now?"
A breeze blew by, and the red cape behind him fluttered.
Shawn smiled meaningfully: "Besides, John, you don't seem to have the qualifications to ask us to stop. Supergirl and I could completely kill you all right now."
"..."
Homelander had never felt so panicked and helpless at any moment, not even when he was first defeated by Superman did he have such a feeling.
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