Deep in Antarctica, a place where humans have never set foot.
A vast expanse of white, with ancient glaciers everywhere.
The howling cold wind, the harsh weather, and the low temperature of minus eighty or ninety degrees below zero made it impossible for any living creature to survive here.
Bang!
Amidst the snow, Homelander, draped in the Stars and Stripes, stood expressionless with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
A figure in a pristine white suit slowly floated down from the sky, a slight smile on his lips, his demeanor casual yet arrogant, like a god looking down on mortals.
"Homelander, I always thought you were a smart man.
You would actually be swayed by Storm and listen to them to deal with me."
"No, you are wrong."
Homelander turned around, his expression cold.
"I am not working for Storm."
Both of them possessed incredibly powerful bodies; the cold wind that could freeze a person to death felt like a gentle breeze to them.
"Oh? Then who is it?"
Arthur asked as if genuinely interested.
Unlike Homelander's obvious arrogance, he didn't appear cold, but rather like a god playing in the human world, with arrogance deeply ingrained in his bones, not putting anything in his eyes.
"It's…"
Homelander opened his mouth, wanting to say it was Ron, but the Arthur in front of him knew about his relationship with Ron's father.
He was a bit uncomfortable letting outsiders know the position of Earth's strongest superhero in front of his own son.
"It's me."
A magnetic male voice pierced through the cold wind, and Ron slowly flew over, wearing a black and silver-gray interwoven battle suit, and a majestic silver-gray helmet on his head.
"Ron?"
Arthur recognized Ron at a glance, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he sneered coldly.
"Interesting, among you two, the son is actually in the dominant position."
In this cold world, Homelander's face flushed with anger, wanting to explain and save some face.
"You seem very confident?"
But as soon as Ron spoke, Homelander, who had just opened his mouth, dared not interrupt and could only close it.
"You and Homelander are the strongest superheroes in the eyes of the people on this Planet, but to me, you are nothing more than two freaks."
Arthur's eyes held a hint of disdain, and he spread his arms with strong confidence, as if stating a fact.
"Freaks? Then come and try!"
The angry and humiliated Homelander stomped, cracking the icy ground with a bang, creating a deep pit, and swung his fist at Arthur.
The fierce punch tore through the cold wind!
But halfway through, Homelander's head suddenly buzzed and he felt dizzy, as if his brain had been struck by a sledgehammer, and his movements became distorted.
Arthur, who easily took his punch and launched a mental Impact, sneered.
"I said…"
He wanted to further explain what he had just said.
But the next moment, he was kicked in the chest by a lightning-fast figure and sent flying.
Bang!
The air exploded, and a strong wind swept through, turning the surroundings into a vacuum, instantly clearing away the scattered snowflakes.
"You seem to have been too comfortable for too long; you've lost all vigilance."
Ron's leg landed, crushing the ancient frozen permafrost, and his body shot out like a cannonball, breaking the sound barrier to catch up with the flying Arthur, contemptuously pressing his head down hard onto the ground.
Facing two people, he relaxed his guard after taking one person's attack.
Thud!
As if a ten-thousand-ton meteor had fallen, a deep pit was created, and the permafrost, frozen harder than steel within several miles, trembled.
His head felt as if it was being held by the arm of a giant, heavy as a ten-thousand-meter mountain.
"How dare you?"
In the deep pit, Arthur, whose head was pressed down and unable to be lifted, roared in shock and anger at being treated so humiliatingly.
"I'm going to smash your head!"
He tried to launch a mental Impact, fiercely blasting into Ron's head.
But a seemingly unbreakable barrier blocked everything.
His vast, ocean-like mental power could not break through.
"What kind of helmet is this?!"
Arthur's face changed dramatically in surprise; things had gone far beyond his control.
Having never encountered such a situation, he reacted quickly, swinging his fist heavily at Ron's head, his face fierce, wanting to smash the helmet.
"Break for me!"
Bang!
Snow swirled, but the helmet was perfectly intact, Arthur's power like a mud ox entering the sea, the kinetic energy comparable to a thousand tons of TNT explosion was absorbed.
Ron's body was like an unshakeable, towering mountain range, and his head didn't even move.
"You try my mental Impact too."
His muscles, like Vibranium twisted together, tensed, and a mountain-toppling power condensed; he sneered and swung his fist down hard, a terrifying Impact instantly spreading, lifting the shattered permafrost, shooting out like bullets.
Thud!
Like an aircraft carrier smashing into his face, Arthur's head buzzed with dizziness, almost making him faint, blood flowing from his nose, looking exactly like Homelander who had just suffered a mental Impact.
Bang, bang, bang!
At extreme speed, several more punches landed, and suddenly Arthur raised his palm, struggling to hold up the incredibly heavy fist, the wounds on his bruised and swollen face rapidly healed, revealing a cold smile.
"Although I don't know where you got such a helmet.
But you can resist my ability, Homelander cannot!"
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking the sound barrier came, Homelander's eyes were empty and lifeless, flying from a thousand meters away at an astonishing speed, and he was about to punch Ron.
"Is that so?"
Ron was expressionless, and punched back.
With a bang, the air exploded, and a blue figure was sent flying, carving a deep ditch nearly a hundred meters long on the hard permafrost, and lying in the ditch.
"I know, but I don't care!"
As if swatting a fly, Ron turned back, his eyes cold, contemptuously clutching his neck, and another punch landed.
"Tell me, will his memories remain when he is controlled by you?"
Last time inside Vought, it wasn't suitable to make a move, he had long wanted to find an opportunity to teach Homelander a deep lesson, to instill fear of himself deep into his bones.
To prevent him from causing trouble when he goes to other Universes in the future.
Homelander's physique combined with his original abilities, Ron's strength had long surpassed Homelander's; sometimes one plus one is greater than two!
"How can you be so strong?
Did you and Homelander decide today's events when you were on that deserted island, to lull my vigilance!"
Feeling something was wrong, Arthur, who had finally broken free from Ron's suppression, flew a distance, roaring in shock and anger.
"You're overthinking it, I've simply doubled my strength during this period."
Ron sneered, swinging his fist to kill; this Arthur's physical strength was not inferior to Homelander's, and he also had rapid regeneration ability.
Even without mental abilities, Homelander was no match for him, but for him, it was still not enough.
"What are you talking about?"
Breaking the sound barrier and tearing through the sky, Arthur furiously swung his fist to attack.
He believed Ron was toying with him; how could anyone's ability double in such a short time?
With a swollen face, the controlled Homelander also flew over.
Ron was completely fearless, easily suppressing both of them in a two-on-one fight, steadily gaining the upper hand like an unbeatable god.
Three powerful superhumans engaged in a shocking battle in the snow-shrouded Antarctic.
The permafrost cracked, and the glaciers trembled.
Arthur had rapid regeneration ability, but Homelander was quickly beaten black and blue, and his consciousness also began to resist, forcing Arthur to disperse more mental suppression.
Hum!
Suddenly, two thick Cyclops rays blasted Arthur in the chest; he was struck to the ground, creating a deep pit, and a sharp pain shot through his chest, making him groan.
Under the terrifying high temperature, the ancient permafrost quickly began to melt, becoming a muddy mess.
Arthur's chest was scorched, and a bleeding hole was melted through it.
"You have regeneration, but no Cyclops."
Continuously outputting Cyclops, Ron sneered; during the battle, he discovered a flaw in Arthur's abilities: he had no ranged attack methods.
"I don't, but he does!"
Under the suppression of the powerful ray's Impact, Arthur raised his hands to block, roaring in anger, as Homelander launched a Cyclops attack at Ron.
"That's just perfect then!"