(Didn't realise i posted same chapter yesterday webnovel is buggy af, usually when I post a chapter it doesn't stay in draft folder, but sometimes they still remain.)
Four eyes met.
Apart from feeling disgusted by the stitched-up Homelander, Ian was not at all panicked. He might be a small fry in the DC Universe, but here in Nightmare Marvel, he was immune to all damage.
"I'm not the crazy one, you are... It's a pity I can't introduce you to my therapist, or he could definitely teach you how to put this good-corpse-fighting back together into a good-food-fighting dish."
Ian turned his head, wanting to criticize Gwen a bit, but found that Gwen had already tilted her neck and chosen to croak. Sometimes people truly resorted to this method to avoid being lectured.
"I feel like I've learned a new move, one that will definitely defeat my invincible father." Ian mused. He was about to suggest that Homelander, being fatherless, might not understand him.
"Sizzle sizzle~"
Floating in mid-air.
The stitched-up monstrosity, with the limbs of the Hulk and the body of Homelander, suddenly unleashed its heat vision on Ian, despite appearing utterly devoid of conscious life.
The snow instantly vaporized in the heat of the rays, and the crimson beam shot toward Ian like a raging torrent. The prepared boy immediately raised his hands.
"Sizzle sizzle~"
The heat vision blasted Ian in the face.
However.
Ian was not embarrassed.
"No problem. High-energy electromagnetic waves are indeed faster, like my gradually fading childhood, impossible for me to grasp." Ian was completely unharmed and even slightly sentimental.
Very artistic.
But this didn't affect the system's judgment: [You attempted to learn to catch heat vision with your hands, and gained an understanding of super-human recklessness. [Student] career experience +6]
Regardless of the system's attitude, in this world, it always gave Ian the surprises he wanted. After gaining another batch of career experience, Ian couldn't help but flash a provocative finger at the stitched-up Homelander.
"Sizzle sizzle~"
The heat vision continued.
The stitched-up Homelander in the air showed no emotion. Its body contained no soul, it was merely an empty shell, following only biological instinct.
"Keep going! Don't stop! Use... well, saying 'use more strength' sounds a bit weird. Just widen your eyes a bit more." Ian continued catching the heat vision with his hands and gained two more batches of experience.
However, this experience farming didn't last long. Seeing its attack was ineffective, the stitched-up Homelander suddenly dove down at a speed exceeding Mach 10.
The air burst with a conical cloud of moisture.
That seemingly incongruous fist, carrying enough force to shatter steel, smashed towards Ian's face. Ian didn't move, knowing that moving would only be a waste of energy.
The stitched-up Homelander's fist struck Ian's forehead. The air visibly rippled and distorted.
Yet.
It was still meaningless, Ian remained completely unscathed.
The demon head at the boy's waist let out a genuine laugh of mockery. "What a foolish automaton! Daring to try and harm the master of this dimension within his own dimensional world?"
"What a waste of natural resources! Such a perfect body! It should be used by a clever head!" The demon head was filled with longing, mocking Ian while simultaneously pleading with him.
"Quickly tear off its head! And put my head on! I am the best choice for this body!" The demon head's words actually reminded Ian.
"It really is stitched together..."
Ian noticed the connection between Homelander's head and torso was covered with suture lines. This was normal, as Homelander was already decapitated when Ian first saw his body.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Perhaps sensing Ian's disrespectful gaze, instinct drove this true Homelander to continuously attack Ian at a dizzying speed.
It was useless.
But it didn't stop him from hitting hard.
Ian didn't adopt the demon head's suggestion. He seriously attempted to raise his hand and catch Homelander's fist, but his current physical condition was still quite a bit weaker than the stitched-up Homelander's.
That was normal.
After all, the professional level of [Savage Tyrant] was only Level 1. And so, the stitched-up Homelander kept attacking, and Ian persistently tried to grab its fist.
[You are learning combat techniques, [Student] career experience +1]
[You are learning combat techniques, [Student] career experience +1]
[You are learning combat techniques, [Student] career experience +1]
...
What a perfect world.
What a wonderful experience farming machine.
The only regret was that Ian truly never managed to catch the stitched-up Homelander's fist—there was nothing he could do, his eyes and hands simply couldn't keep up with the other party's speed.
"Damn it! can't you let me catch you once? If you let me catch you once, I'll silently repeat three times a day that you are the real superhero!"
Ian's competitive spirit was sometimes quite strong, occasionally flaring up in strange places. Although gaining experience was nice, he was genuinely serious about trying to grab the other party's fist.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to rip off your head! No! I'm going to cyberbully you!" Ian's futile attempts only resulted in his face getting redder and hotter.
Of course.
After a few probes.
Ian confirmed that there was probably no remnant of intelligence in the stitched-up Homelander.
He had even mentioned cyberbullying.
Yet, the creature's movements showed no sign of slowing down.
"Sigh!"
The frustrated Ian could only sigh silently, continuously farming experience from this good-corpse-fighting creature. His mood gradually returned to calm, after all, MacArthur once said that if you fail enough times, you will always adapt.
The General might have actually said that.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
The stitched-up Homelander's powerful punches were strong enough to cause sonic booms.
Ian still hadn't made any progress.
The opponent's punches landed hard, every blow striking his body. However, this didn't affect Ian's experience gain, nor did it affect the System's serious judgment.
[Universal Skill acquired successfully]
[Ian Kent Defense Technique [Beginner]: When you stand still, the damage received is reduced by 10%. The face and vital areas enjoy double damage reduction.]
Honestly.
Such feedback from the System.
Even Ian was momentarily stunned for a second.
However.
He soon realized the family tradition—if he didn't defend, he didn't need to defend. How was this not another form of defense?
The Fami-lee spirit was upon him.
He could solve this problem instantly without needing an inequality.
"A universal skill that has been learned, and just like the [Learning] skill, it can't be leveled up through practice, only by spending skill points?" Ian felt deeply regretful about this.
And just as he was thinking about how he could have a good talk with the System.
"Huuu..."
The sound of the wind gradually subsided.
Without any warning.
The stitched-up Homelander stiffened in place, as if its power had been cut.