SUP Chapter 80: Fierce Battle with Homelander! Skill Acquisition!

Four eyes met.

Apart from feeling disgusted by the stitched-together Homelander monster, Ian showed no panic whatsoever. He might be small fry in the DC universe, but in this nightmare Marvel world, he was immune to all damage.

"I'm not the crazy one, you guys are... Too bad I can't introduce you to my therapist, otherwise he could definitely teach you how to turn assembled corpses back into assembled meals."

Ian turned back wanting to criticize Gwen a few times, but found that Gwen had already tilted her neck and chosen to die. Sometimes people indeed use this method to avoid others' lecturing.

"I feel like I learned another move. This move will definitely defeat my invincible father." Ian was thoughtful. He was just about to say that Homelander, having no father, probably couldn't understand him.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~"

Floating in mid-air, the stitched monster combining the Hulk's limbs with Homelander's torso, though appearing to have no living intelligence, suddenly released heat vision at Ian.

Snowflakes instantly vaporized in the high temperature of the heat vision. The crimson beam struck toward Ian like a raging torrent. The prepared teenager immediately raised both hands.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~"

The heat vision hit Ian full in the face.

Ian wasn't embarrassed.

"No problem. High-energy electromagnetic waves are indeed faster, like my gradually distant childhood that I can't grasp." Ian emerged unscathed while even feeling somewhat sentimental.

But this didn't affect the system's judgment: [You attempted to learn hand-catching heat vision, comprehending death-defying skills beyond ordinary people. [Student] profession experience +6]

Regardless of the system's attitude, in this world it could always give Ian the surprises he wanted. Another wave of profession experience made Ian couldn't help but gesture a provocative finger at the stitched Homelander.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~"

The heat vision continued.

The stitched Homelander in mid-air had no emotions. It carried no soul within, just an empty shell following biological instincts.

"Just like that! Don't stop! Use... well, saying 'harder' might sound a bit strange. Make your eyes bigger." Ian continued hand-catching heat vision and gained two more waves of experience.

However, this grinding didn't last long. Seeing its attacks were ineffective, the stitched Homelander immediately dove down at over ten Mach speed.

The air even burst into cone-shaped clouds.

That seemingly awkward fist, carrying enough force to crush steel, smashed toward Ian's face. Ian didn't move because he knew any movement would be wasting energy.

The stitched Homelander's fist hit Ian's forehead, even causing obvious ripples and distortions in the air.

Still meaningless. Ian remained completely unharmed.

The demon head at the boy's waist let out pure-flavored mockery, "What a stupid walking corpse! Actually trying to harm the master of this dimension within a dimensional world?"

"Such waste! Such a perfect body! Should be used by a smart brain!" The demon head was full of desire, mocking while making a plea to Ian.

"Quickly tear off his head! Then put my head on! I'm the best choice to match this body!" The demon head's words reminded Ian.

"So it really is stitched together..."

Ian noticed the stitching lines all over where Homelander's head connected to the torso. This was normal, after all, when he had seen Homelander's corpse before, Homelander was already in a head-separated state.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Perhaps sensing Ian's offensive gaze, instinct drove this real "Pinduoduo" Homelander to continuously attack Ian at dizzying speeds.

Useless.

But it didn't affect how hard he tried.

Ian didn't adopt the demon head's suggestion either. He seriously tried to raise his hand to catch Homelander's fist, though his current physical condition wasn't much different from the stitched Homelander.

This was normal.

After all, the [Savage Tyrant] profession was only level one. Just like this, the stitched Homelander kept launching attacks while Ian persistently tried to catch his fist.

[You are learning combat skills, [Student] profession experience +1]

[You are learning combat skills, [Student] profession experience +1]

[You are learning combat skills, [Student] profession experience +1]

...

What a perfect world.

What a wonderful experience grinding machine.

The only regret was that Ian really hadn't caught the stitched Homelander's fist even once. No helping it, his eyes and hands couldn't quite keep up with the opponent's speed.

"Damn! John Banner Master Ye, can't you let me catch you once? Let me catch you once, and I'll silently recite three times daily that you're the real superhero!"

Ian's competitive spirit was indeed sometimes quite strong, occasionally flaring up in strange places. While gaining experience was comfortable, he was really seriously trying to catch the opponent's fist.

"Keep this up and I'll tear off your head! No! I'll cyberbully you!" After Ian's series of futile attempts, he ended up with an increasingly flushed face.

Of course.

After this probing, Ian also confirmed that perhaps the stitched Homelander really had no wisdom remaining.

Even mentioning cyberbullying.

This guy's movements still didn't slow down even a bit.

"Sigh!"

The helpless Ian could only sigh silently, continuously using this assembled corpse to grind experience. His mood gradually calmed down again. After all, MacArthur once said that after failing enough times, one can always adapt.

The general might have actually said this.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

The stitched Homelander's powerful punches could even create sonic booms.

Ian still made no progress.

The opponent's punches hit flesh, each strike landing heavily on his body. However, this didn't affect Ian's experience gain, nor did it affect his reliable system's serious judgment.

[Universal skill acquisition successful]

[Ian Kent Defense Technique [Beginner]: When you stand still, damage received is reduced by 10%, with face and vital parts enjoying double damage reduction effects.]

To be fair, such system feedback.

Even Ian was stunned for about a second.

He soon understood again. He had comprehended the family tradition. As long as he didn't defend, he didn't need to defend. Wasn't this another form of defense?

Family spirit possessed.

He could solve this problem directly without even needing inequalities.

"Comprehended universal skills, like the [Learning] skill, can't be upgraded through training, only by spending skill points?" Ian felt deeply regretful about this.

And just as he was wondering how to have a good talk with his system.

"Whoosh..."

The wind sound gradually decreased.

Without warning, the stitched Homelander seemed to "lose power" and froze in place.

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