Whoosh!
The tall iceberg, piercing the sky, was swept by a thick heat ray, its sharp peak shaved off, crashing down with a rumble.
Arthur awkwardly dodged Ron's attacks.
Ron was also being attacked by Homelander, but even his battle suit couldn't be broken, and the attacks only served to replenish his energy.
"Damn it, even this is useless against him, it's like he's absorbing it all to hit me."
After fighting for a while longer, Arthur, whose body had been repeatedly damaged by the plasma Cyclops, saw Ron standing in the void, completely unaffected by Homelander's Cyclops, and his face turned ugly as he realized this.
His command for Homelander to attack Ron seemed to have actually replenished Ron's energy.
Although he possessed the ability to recover quickly, he couldn't recover infinitely after all.
Bang!
After a few moments of struggle, Arthur's eyes firmed, and his body suddenly transformed into a streak of light, biting his lip as he swiftly attempted to flee.
This was not a minor accident that merely pulled him out of his leisurely life, but a massive terror that could engulf him.
Ron's formidable strength made him see no hope of victory.
"Stop him for me."
He issued a command to the controlled Homelander.
To stop Ron and buy him time to escape.
"You're telling a slow sloth to intercept me?"
With a sneer, Ron's body glowed with a deep red energy, instantly blocking Arthur's path, exuding a powerful pressure, like a hunter indifferently watching his injured prey attempting to escape.
"You really have an imagination."
Homelander, who flew in a half-beat late, was glanced at by him, and blasted away by a Cyclops impact.
"By the way, in my eyes, you're just another lame turtle."
"Ron, I know you have some connection with that female hero named Starlight, and also your mother and younger brother."
Cornered, Arthur, his clothes tattered and covered in mud, threw a punch at him, threatening him fiercely.
"Let me go, I have the ability of immortality, you can't kill me, otherwise you'll have to learn how to take care of a vegetable for the rest of your life!"
"You're using them to threaten me?"
Easily catching his fist, Ron gripped his hand like an iron clamp, then punched him in the face, a wave of air exploding outwards, and his cold words came through.
"Guess why I chose the South Pole as your burial ground?"
Bang, another punch.
Arthur, who possessed a physique no less than Homelander's, appeared weak and pathetic, unable to escape his grip, as he was repeatedly struck on the head by iron fists carrying terrifying power, blood splattering.
Under the continuous heavy blows, he vaguely glimpsed the realm of Death beckoning to him.
"Because it's covered in snow and ice all year round, a vast expanse of White, and satellites can't even see it if a big battle happens?"
"No, mainly because it's far enough."
After prolonged regeneration and battle, Ron clearly felt Arthur's strength had significantly weakened. He easily grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close, his expression playful.
"Tell me, where did I hide them?"
"If you can tell me, I'll let you go!"
Even Professor X needed to concentrate his energy with a Cerebro to scan the entire Earth and find Mutants.
Across half the Earth, he didn't believe Arthur's psychic range was so vast that he could find a few 'ordinary people'.
"North… North Pole."
This was a fatal question. Arthur, his neck tightly squeezed, rapidly spun his brain. Having lost a few teeth from the beating, he struggled to utter two words, mixed with blood.
"It's the North Pole!"
The North Pole is the farthest place from the South Pole on Earth. This was the safest distance, and in a life-or-Death situation, he could only take a gamble.
"Wrong answer."
Confirming that the person in front of him had no capital to threaten him, Ron looked down contemptuously at the terrified man, as if pronouncing his Death, gripping his head tightly with strong force, and hot rays shot from his eyes.
"I didn't hide them at all."
"You?…"
Arthur, who was both startled and enraged at being tricked, found his entire vision consumed by a blinding crimson light the next second.
Ah ah ah!
Painful screams echoed across the North Pole.
Scorching rays pierced his eyes, shot into his head, and evaporated his brain matter.
Arthur's mouth opened wide, light shining through, his thoughts ceased, and his hands fell limply, forced to stop all futile struggles.
"Immortal regeneration?"
While continuously pouring energy to destroy his regenerating brain, Ron thought disdainfully, "It's over."
Although he had long possessed the ability of immortal regeneration, he had never let down his guard.
Because this kind of immortal regeneration had flaws.
Once the head was destroyed, unless the enemy had no more fighting ability, or was foolish enough not to seize the opportunity, one could only wait to be slaughtered and given true Death.
Phew!
After an unknown amount of time, Homelander, his face bruised and swollen, groggily opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
He saw a terrifying head, its eyes black holes and its mouth wide open in a twisted expression of pain, with residual hot light in its eye sockets like two points of ghostly Fire, hovering in mid-air, looking at him.
"What is that?"
The terrifying sight, so close, startled him greatly, almost causing him to turn and flee in terror.
"You're awake."
A cold voice drifted leisurely in the chilly wind.
"He's dead? You killed him?"
In the snow, Homelander's heart pounded as he looked up, only to see that the bloody, terrifying dead head was not floating in mid-air, but being held.
It was being held casually by Ron.
Although the corpse's face was distorted in pain, he recognized it as Arthur's head.
"Do you still retain your memories from when you were controlled?"
"I… I was controlled."
Recalling the scene of being coldly beaten by Ron in his memory, Homelander, his lips aching and bruised, a flicker of fear in his eyes, swallowed and quickly explained.
That cold, ruthless gaze was truly frightening. How did it feel like Ron didn't care at all if his attacks would kill him?
"Good that you remember."
Nodding in satisfaction, Ron turned and flew away.
After getting up, Homelander glanced at the headless corpse in the distance, lying on the ground, covered by snow, and remembering how he was almost scared to Death, he followed along and cautiously asked.
"You killed him, that's fine, but why did you cut off his head?"
"Are you going to take it back as a trophy?"
Isn't that a bit too perverted?
"Sometimes, dead men are more useful than living ones."
Ron replied meaningfully without looking back.