Chapter 57: The Boys Pose No Threat at All, The Deep Completely Submits
"Enemy?"
Locke raised his eyes and swept over the four faces on the screen, a faint smile curling the corner of his mouth,
"Just these four ordinary people?"
As his voice fell, the rest of the people in the meeting room all wore puzzled expressions.
A-Train, Starlight, Black Noir, and The Deep successively looked toward the screen, their eyes filled with incomprehension.
Today's The Seven possessed unprecedentedly formidable combat strength.
With the veteran strongest Homelander holding down the fort, there was even the Viltrumite Emperor Locke whose strength crushed the entire field.
Looking across the entire Earth, who would have the guts to proactively provoke this top Superhuman team?
Mere four ordinary people without superpowers, how could they deserve to be called enemies?
Homelander slightly curled his lip, his eyes carrying a trace of gloom, as he reached out to point at the four members of The Boys on the screen,
"Don't look at them as just ordinary people."
"During this period of time, they have been secretly investigating The Seven, collecting dirt on us everywhere, and even privately threatened Popclaw."
"Popclaw?!"
A-Train's pupils constricted, his expression instantly becoming unnatural, and his body slightly tensing up,
"Why are they looking for Popclaw?"
A vague bad premonition arose deep in his heart.
Homelander sneered, his gaze carrying a bit of mockery as he looked straight at A-Train.
"A-Train, it seems your brain is still not clear, have you taken too much compound v?"
As his voice fell, the screen on the wall instantly switched images.
A clear photo popped out, which was precisely the scene from a few days ago when Hughie entered Vought Towerand shook hands with A-Train in the conference room.
"Remembered now?" Homelander calmly retorted.
The moment he saw this photo, A-Train's whole body stiffened, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
The secret that he had been injecting compound v for a long time and relied on drugs to maintain his speed and state,
was not only known by Homelander, but at this moment was laid out before all his teammates.
Shame, panic, and tension instantly rushed into his heart.
But he quickly figured out the cause and effect, suddenly raising his head, "I remember!"
"I heard you smashed her girlfriend, Robin or something."
Homelander raised an eyebrow, his tone cold, continuing to poke at his scar.
"Shit!"
A-Train's expression sank.
He had always felt guilty about that matter and had apologized afterwards, thinking it had long since been turned over.
He hadn't expected Hughie to hold a grudge all along, investigating in secret, pressing step by step, and refusing to let him go.
The atmosphere in the conference room instantly became oppressive.
Locke looked at Homelander, asking in a calm tone: "Where did you get this information from?"
Homelander spread his hands with a nonchalant look,
"I had nothing to do and strolled around the crime data analysis department, not expecting an unexpected harvest."
Homelander did not like others having secrets from him.
Therefore, when he inadvertently saw that there was an encrypted folder on Annika's computer, he immediately forced Annika to open it,
and only then saw all the information of The Boys, as well as the complete video of them threatening Popclaw.
Hearing this explanation, the calmness in Locke's eyes abruptly faded away.
The temperature around his body instantly plummeted, and a biting pressure silently spread outward.
"John."
He looked straight at Homelander, his tone very light, yet carrying extremely strong oppressiveness.
"Annika is my person, how dare you touch her?"
Hum!
An invisible aura swept across the entire conference room.
Starlight and the others tightened all over, their scalps tingling.
Clearly Locke was just sitting securely in his chair without making any movements, yet it made people shudder!
Everyone was clear that as long as Locke had a single thought, this conference room battle would instantly erupt.
Homelander also perceived that Locke was angry.
He was extremely wary in his heart and didn't dare at all to start a direct war with Locke here,
hurriedly waving his hand to explain, softening his tone intentionally,
"No, no, no, I didn't touch that girl, even though her heart was beating very fast at the time."
Homelander continued speaking: "I just reminded her that I don't want anyone in Vought Company keeping secrets from me."
Locke stood up, looked at Homelander, and said calmly: "I also have secrets from you, but so what? Can you beat me?"
"John, wait until the time when your strength surpasses mine before saying these words."
Hearing this, Homelander's mouth twitched fiercely a few times, his face turning pale and green alternately.
Locke actually crushed him with pure strength right in front of all the team members, making him lose face.
But he was helpless.
If he couldn't beat him, he couldn't beat him; all his unwillingness and anger could only be forcibly held back deep inside his heart, enduring silently.
The remaining four people present looked at Locke with completely changed eyes.
Everyone knew exceptionally well in their hearts.
In name, Homelander was still the leader of The Seven.
But in reality, the one who controlled the entire The Sevennowadays and could suppress everyone was Locke.
Absolute strength was the greatest right to speak!
Locke no longer cared about the ugly-faced Homelanderand turned around to walk toward the door of the conference room.
Before stepping out the door, his footsteps paused, and he looked back calmly,
"John, they are just four ordinary people, handle them however you want."
"But you need to know what you should be doing."
The implication was clear at a glance.
Rather than obsessing over four ordinary people who couldn't stir up any waves, it was better to train hard and enhance one's own strength.
Locke didn't take The Boys seriously in his heart at all.
He had intercepted and taken away Kimiko in advance, causing The Boys to lose their only super-powerful combat strength.
Now the four of them were just a group of ordinary people with empty obsessions, unable to stir up any waves.
Besides this, the Flight 37 crisis was resolved by him and Homelander joining forces.
Indira at Godolkin University, who intended to develop a Superhuman virus, along with her husband and daughter, were also indirectly saved.
Without hatred driving her, she wouldn't go to extremes or develop the virus.
All of The Boys' trump cards and opportunities had long been cut off by him in advance.
They were simply not to be feared at all.
Homelander understood his hint, his expression gloomy.
He could clearly perceive that his own power had been steadily increasing.
He secretly made up his mind.
Let go of The Boys for the time being.
Waiting for the day when his strength broke through and completely crushed Locke, he would settle all grievances and take back all dignity!
...
"Mr. Locke! No, Viltrumite Emperor!"
Just as Locke walked out of the conference room, The Deep closely followed up.
His expression was apprehensive, carrying a bit of caution,
"There is a matter that I would like to implore your permission for."
Locke stopped his footsteps and turned his head to look at him.
The Deep took a deep breath and said seriously:
"Sakura Country has recently been carrying out massive illegal fishing in the Pacific waters with cruel methods.
My dolphin, shark, and whale friends are suffering immensely, and a large number of marine life have been tragically hunted down.
I want to take action personally and do something for them."
The Deep actually didn't hold much hope in his heart.
Previously he had mentioned this to Madelyn many times, but in Madelyn's eyes there were only profits,
and she didn't care about the life or death of marine life at all, rejecting him directly every time and strictly forbidding him from taking private action to interfere in international affairs.
He had originally thought that Locke would be just like those higher-ups, coldly ignoring it.
Unexpectedly, after hearing it, Locke's expression was bland as he directly nodded in consent, "You can."
"You can go save marine life, crack down on overfishing, and sanction those Sakura Country people who hunt wantonly."
He raised his hand and gently patted The Deep's shoulder, his tone composed,
"Remember to take pictures of the evidence and keep records."
"For a better Earth, go ahead and do it with peace of mind. If anything goes wrong, tell Sakura Country to come directly to Vought Company."
Boom!
A huge surprise instantly swept over The Deep's entire body.
His pupils suddenly lit up with a face full of disbelief, and extreme admiration and gratitude surged from the bottom of his heart.
He had finally met a superior who was willing to support him and understand him!
Locke's broad vision was something the selfish and domineering Homelander could never compare to.
"Thank you! Viltrumite Emperor!"
The Deep trembled slightly all over with excitement, and the burst wound on his abdomen throbbed faintly, yet he didn't care at all.
At this moment, he swore silently in his heart,
for the rest of his life, he would follow Locke to the death, go through fire and water, and never decline.
Locke looked at his excited appearance and added calmly,
"This mission to save marine life will count as the official mission for you joining Guardians of the Globe."
"If completed successfully, you will be given a corresponding exclusive reward."
The Deep was completely speechless.
Not only did it allow him to fulfill his original aspiration and wish of protecting marine creatures, but there were even mission rewards.
He became even more certain that following Locke was the most correct decision he had ever made in his life!
Chapter 58: Kimiko's Revenge
"Locke, where were you last night? I went to your room, but you weren't there."
After The Deep left, Starlight caught up to him.
She stood in the hallway, arms crossed, a resentful look on her face, staring directly at Locke.
That expression clearly said, I know what you did last night.
Locke disdained to lie to his woman and spoke frankly: "Last night, Maeve and I were at a hotel."
He looked down at the sulking Starlight and smiled faintly:
"You two usually get along well, so you might as well be good sisters from now on."
"I knew it..." Starlight pouted, sighed softly, and finally accepted it helplessly.
She was actually prepared for it.
Locke was young, handsome, and powerful, so he was bound to attract many women.
So, Starlight knew from the beginning that she couldn't have Locke all to herself.
"You must belong to me tonight."
Starlight suddenly leaned in, stood on her tiptoes, and lightly pecked Locke's lips.
Locke kissed her back and said with a smile, "Alright."
He took Starlight's hand and walked towards his room. "I'll introduce you to a new sister, also a member of the Guardians of the Globe."
But as soon as he pushed open the door, the room was empty. Kimiko was gone.
"Where is she?" Starlight asked, puzzled.
She was also curious about what kind of girl could make Locke personally recruit her into the Guardians of the Globe.
Locke frowned slightly; he probably knew where Kimikohad gone.
...
Chinatown, a nail salon.
The midday sun shone through the glass door into the shop, which was bustling with customers and a lively atmosphere.
A slender figure suddenly pushed open the door and entered.
The girl was wearing a loose grey short-sleeved shirt, paired with super short denim shorts, and disposable hotel slippers on her feet.
She had an exquisite, standard East Asian face, no makeup, delicate and fair skin, and stunning beauty.
However, there was no warmth in her beautiful eyes, only bone-chilling killing intent.
She didn't look at the customers getting their nails done, nor did she acknowledge the front desk, walking directly towards the innermost room of the shop.
The proprietress was counting money inside. Hearing the commotion, she looked up, saw the girl's face, and instantly froze, her face turning pale.
"Ah!!"
Accompanied by a scream, Kimiko's hands had already plunged into the proprietress's neck!
Blood splattered, staining the banknotes on the table.
This middle-aged woman had smuggled her into the United States and then sold her to a gang.
Kimiko was here for revenge today.
She had been restless in Locke's room, wanting to find her brother but having no way to start, filled with resentment with nowhere to vent.
She couldn't get revenge on the Flash Army for now, but she could start with this trafficker who sold her.
...
After dealing with the proprietress, Kimiko was expressionless and turned to leave the room.
All the customers in the front hall were trembling with fear, shrinking in their seats, not daring to move, watching her leave the shop with eyes full of terror.
But just as she stepped out of the nail salon's front door, an extreme whooshing sound suddenly struck.
Whoosh!
A blue afterimage instantly froze in front of her.
It was A-Train.
Madelyn had earlier issued a death order that the escaped Kimiko must be found.
Superhumans injected with compound v must never be allowed to run rampant outside.
These past few days, A-Train had been searching this area thoroughly.
Today, he finally found his target.
Without hesitation, he instantly accelerated, rushed behind Kimiko, lifted her with one hand, and sped into a deserted alley.
Kimiko was caught off guard but didn't panic or struggle.
She raised her arms, pressing both thumbs into A-Train's eyes!
"Ah!!"
Intense stinging pain instantly swept through his body, and A-Train screamed in agony.
His high-speed sprint instantly lost control, and both of them fell heavily to the ground.
They rolled several times along the ground before finally slamming hard into a cold wall, barely coming to a stop.
"You bitch!"
A-Train struggled to his feet, his eyes sore and throbbing, his anger completely erupting.
Enraged, he instantly dashed in front of Kimiko, grabbed her hair,
and fiercely slammed her head against the ground!
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Continuous heavy thudding sounds echoed.
The hard concrete ground cracked, Kimiko's forehead instantly burst open and bled, her face covered in blood,
her delicate features smashed into a bloody, unrecognizable mess.
Just as Kimiko's breath was weak, seemingly on the verge of death.
A figure suddenly descended from the sky!
The wind pressure upon landing instantly dispersed the dust in the alley.
A-Train's movements froze, he suddenly looked up, and the moment he saw the newcomer, his face was filled with shock.
"Locke?! Why are you here?"
Locke's gaze was indifferent, falling on Kimiko on the ground, his tone without the slightest ripple,
"She's with me."
As his voice fell, the bloody Kimiko on the ground,
her wounds were healing at a visible speed.
The rotten flesh rapidly repaired, and the damaged features slowly recovered.
Her super self-healing ability was fully displayed.
"What?!"
A-Train's pupils constricted, completely stunned.
When did Kimiko become Locke's person?
"You saved her?!"
He instantly realized.
If Kimiko was Locke's person, he would be in a difficult situation.
Even Homelander was no match for Locke, let alone him, A-Train.
Locke saw A-Train's hesitation and directly said: "Kimikohas joined the Guardians of the Globe, I'm taking her. If Madelyn has an issue, tell her to come find me directly."
Hearing this, A-Train let go.
Locke didn't even care about Vought's higher-ups; he just needed to complete his task.
Locke picked up Kimiko, glanced at A-Train, and said faintly:
"Your heart is getting bigger, your dick is getting smaller, and your body is failing."
After speaking, he soared into the sky.
A-Train frowned; he knew that his frequent use of compound v had indeed left his body worse than before.
But what did Locke mean by that? Did he want to kick him out of The Seven?
He began to feel uneasy.
...
Locke carried Kimiko back to his room in Vought Tower.
Starlight was still waiting for him because Locke said he would bring Kimiko back soon.
"Oh! What happened to her?!"
Starlight was startled to see Kimiko covered in blood.
Although Kimiko's features had completely healed, it was still clear,
the lingering bloodstains on her face were still shocking.
"A small accident, she's fine now." Locke placed Kimiko on the ground.
"Take her for a bath, Starlight."
"Alright." Although Starlight was puzzled, Kimiko was an adult, couldn't she bathe herself?
But since Locke asked, she was certainly happy to help.
Kimiko, due to long-term isolation and detachment from normal life,
plus her head was still buzzing from A-Train's blows, was a bit disoriented now.
So Locke asked Starlight to help her bathe.
As for Locke himself, he was also dirty, so he went directly to Maeve's private room to shower.
Maeve had already given him the pass code.
After showering, Locke pushed open his room door and saw Starlight and Kimiko emerging from the bathroom.
After her bath, Kimiko had shed all the blood and grime, her skin fair and tender,
making one want to take a bite.
A white bath towel simply wrapped around her waist, but it couldn't conceal her graceful, curvaceous figure and her long, fair legs.
Her stunningly beautiful and pure face possessed a unique, broken yet clean aura.
Starlight saw Locke's gaze and rolled her eyes at him.
She knew Locke hadn't saved Kimiko with good intentions.
But she had truly misunderstood.
Locke only wanted to recruit Kimiko into the Guardians of the Globe and help this innocent girl.
Chapter 59: A-Zu reduced to Locke Grayson's punching bag
Inside the exclusive suite of Vought Tower.
Locke Grayson recounted Kimiko's ordeal to Starlight as well.
Starlight listened quietly, her heart instantly filled with a soft sense of pity.
A thick wave of maternal radiance welled up in her heart, and looking at the pretty girl with a rugged destiny before her, she felt an overwhelming sense of heartache.
"Oh, poor baby, it's a good thing Locke Grayson rescued you."
Starlight opened her arms and hugged Kimiko.
However, the bath towel wrapped around Kimiko slipped off because of this hug.
"Ahem."
Looking at Kimiko's smooth and fair alabaster body, Locke Grayson gave a couple of light coughs to remind Starlight.
Starlight snapped back to reality and hurriedly wrapped the bath towel back around Kimiko,
wrapping it even tighter than before and tying a knot in the front,
seemingly deliberately preventing Locke Grayson from seeing any accidental exposure.
Locke Grayson didn't mind and said to Kimiko: "The human trafficker boss has already been killed by you, and in the future you will have the opportunity to take revenge on the Flash Army, so don't run around by yourself anymore."
Once the Guardians of the Globe grew and expanded its influence across the globe, they only needed to issue an official mission,
and Kimiko would be able to travel to foreign lands fair and square in the name of a Guardian executing a mission, settling scores with the Flash Army and resolving all her deep blood feuds.
Hearing this, Kimiko obediently nodded.
Locke Grayson had already saved her life twice, making him the only person she trusted and relied on in this World.
Starlight held Kimiko's shoulders and thought about it, "It's not a solution for Kimiko to keep living in your room."
"Wasn't the office building next to Vought Tower rented out to serve as the dormitory for the Guardians of the Globe?"
She meant that Locke Grayson should arrange a separate residence for Kimiko.
After hearing Starlight's words, Kimiko's originally calm expression changed,
she frowned, struggled slightly, broke free from Starlight's arms, and walked quickly in front of Locke Grayson.
Then she opened her arms and hugged Locke Grayson.
The bath towel slipped off again, piling into a heap on the carpet.
Kimiko didn't care at all, wrapping her arms around Locke Grayson's waist and pressing her face against his chest,
holding on very tightly, as if afraid she would be abandoned the moment she let go.
Having drifted in loneliness and suffered torment for years, she had long been extremely terrified of solitude, darkness, and having no one by her side.
She understood Starlight's implication, which was to have her and Locke Grayson live separately.
At this moment, she didn't care about anything else and just wanted to cling to her only reliance.
Watching this scene, Starlight was utterly dumbfounded and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"What is wrong with her?"
Locke Grayson understood Kimiko's thoughts and gently spoke,
"She doesn't want to leave me and is afraid of living alone."
"It's fine, just let her stay in my room for the time being."
Kimiko immediately nodded vigorously, burying her face in Locke Grayson's chest.
Starlight shook her head helplessly and sighed softly.
"It seems you understand her best after all."
She muttered inwardly to herself.
If Kimiko kept lingering in Locke Grayson's room, how was she supposed to come over at night and wrestle with Locke Grayson on the bed?
But she was also soft-hearted; looking at the pitiful Kimiko, she ultimately couldn't bear to say anything more.
Locke Grayson didn't care about this at all.
At worst, she could just let Kimiko watch from the side when they wrestled.
The people of Viltrum were just that open-minded.
...
At noon, Locke Grayson directly had someone deliver a table of top-tier luxury feasts to the exclusive suite.
The three of them sat around the table and dined quietly.
On the other side, Mei in the hotel room had long since woken up.
Last night's continuous wrestling left her physically and mentally exhausted, and she had slept soundly all morning before recovering.
She had originally wanted to proactively find Locke Grayson to have lunch together.
But upon learning that Locke Grayson was staying with Starlight and Kimiko, she dismissed the thought and didn't proactively disturb them.
After finishing lunch, Locke Grayson headed straight for the Vought Tower training ground.
Homelander was undergoing monotonous training alone in the arena, and seeing Locke Grayson arrive, his expression instantly tightened.
He instinctively wanted to hide, but simply couldn't avoid him.
Over the next two hours, dull and thunderous impact sounds constantly echoed from the upper heights of Vought Tower.
Locke Grayson forcibly dragged Homelander into sparring, crushing him through practical combat refinement the entire way.
Homelander was beaten black and blue with a deeply aggrieved expression, but could only bite the bullet and endure it.
He knew this extremely well in his heart.
Although he was suppressed and beaten the whole way, the rate of improvement from sparring in actual combat with Locke Grayson far exceeded his own bitter solitary cultivation.
Every beating and every block allowed his physique, combat power, and control to steadily advance.
As the two hours of sparring ended, Locke Grayson's combat power made another small breakthrough.
Name: Locke Grayson
Title: Viltrumite Emperor
Rank: National Level
Strength: 750 tons
Speed: Mach 5.5
Physique: 34t/cm²
Abilities: Smart Atomic Physique, Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Physique, Super Regeneration, Super Senses, Vacuum Survival, Flight
Weaknesses: Severe Heart Trauma, Specific Frequency Sound Waves
Benefiting from Omni-Man's guidance, coupled with high-intensity actual combat sparring with Homelander over and over again,
treating Homelander as a punching bag for two hours every day,
Locke Grayson's three core stats steadily climbed, and his combat power became increasingly solid and formidable.
In the training ground, Homelander lowered his head to rinse his face with clean water, wiping away the blood and sweat stains on his face.
The unwillingness deep within his eyes grew even more intense.
Become stronger, become stronger at all costs!
This was his only obsession right now.
He wanted to completely surpass Locke Grayson, return the beatings he took and the grievances he suffered in full with his own hands,
and give Locke Grayson a severe beating!
Reclaim all the say and dignity that rightfully belonged to him!
...
"Uncle Locke Grayson, can you accompany me home for a trip?"
At the entrance of the training ground, Ryan glanced at Homelander and whispered to Locke Grayson.
"Home?" Locke Grayson was slightly puzzled. "Ryan, this is your home."
"I'm talking about the place where Mom lives, far away in the suburbs." Ryan gently shook his head,
"I grew up there since I was little, and that is home to me."
"I haven't gone back for two days. Mom must be worried about me and misses me a lot. Uncle Locke Grayson, can you accompany me back together?"
The little guy's eyes were full of hope, clear and sincere.
Over the past few days, Locke Grayson had not only patiently taught him to control his own superpowers, but also carefully guided his worldview and taught him the principles of being a person.
In Ryan's heart, his mother Becca was his closest person, followed by Locke Grayson.
As for his father Homelander, he could at most rank third.
Homelander had forced himself on Becca back then purely on a whim and did not love Becca,
and upon learning the news that Becca and her son weren't dead, he immediately went to bring his son Ryan back to Vought, while completely not caring about Becca.
Ryan could clearly perceive all of this.
Therefore, he didn't like his father Homelander that much.
Looking at little Ryan's expectant appearance, Locke Grayson smiled and nodded,
"Okay."
"That's great! Uncle Locke Grayson, you are the best!"
Seeing Locke Grayson agree, Ryan happily hugged Locke Grayson's arm and acted coquettishly, his face full of elation.
...
In the suburban wilderness, human footprints were scarce.
The entire area was completely sealed off and isolated by high corrugated iron walls.
In the middle of the wall stood a delicate and cozy little wooden cabin quietly.
A blonde beauty was leaning against the wooden doorway, staring blankly into the distance.
She was Ryan's mother, Butcher's wife, Becca.
Ever since Homelander found this place and forcefully took Ryan away,
she had been extremely worried about Ryan's current situation.
Becca had been hidden in this secret place by Madelyn, originally wanting to steadily raise Ryan into a normal person away from the World of Superhumans,
but Homelander's sudden arrival shattered all of this.
Becca was very lost; she didn't know what to do in the future, nor what the meaning of her existence was.
Just at this moment,
two figures suddenly descended from the sky, landing steadily on the grass in front of the wooden cabin.
Becca thought she was hallucinating; she rubbed her eyes and opened them again, only to find that the two people in front of her were real.
"Ryan?!" Becca cried out in pleasant surprise.
"Mom!"
Ryan rushed forward quickly, throwing himself straight into Becca's arms and tightly hugging his mother.
"My child, you really came back!"
Becca wept tears of joy; she had thought it would be difficult for her to see Ryan again.
Ryan wore an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, Mom, I'll come back every day from now on."
"Is it because Homelander wouldn't let you come back?" Becca wiped the corners of her eyes and hurriedly asked further.
Ryan mumbled with a pout, his eyes darting away as he didn't know how to explain for a moment.
"Ryan, what did I teach you? You cannot lie to Mom." Locke Grayson reminded from the side.
Ryan guiltily glanced at Locke Grayson, and then said to Becca:
"Mom, it was my first time seeing the outside World, and I was too curious."
"And Uncle Locke Grayson taught me how to control my superpowers. I was too excited and forgot to come back in time..."
Hearing her son's words, Becca instantly felt relieved.
Ryan had been imprisoned within these walls since he was little and had never seen the hustle and bustle of the outside World.
Suddenly coming into contact with the new World, being playful, curious, and running wild outside for two days was also very normal.
However, Becca was somewhat puzzled,
as the young, handsome, upright-figured, and extraordinary-tempered man in front of her
had actually taught Ryan not to lie to Mom, and Ryan also listened very obediently to this man.
Who was he?
Becca stared at Locke Grayson for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and covered her mouth in shock,
"You are... the Viltrumite Emperor?!"
Chapter 60: Ryan's Godfather
"Just call me Locke."
Locke understood implicitly.
Vought Company's publicity machine was moving quite fast; his hero moniker was already all over the place, and even Becca knew about it.
Although Becca couldn't go out, she was allowed to watch TV and surf the internet.
So she knew of a person named Locke,
and also knew that Locke had a very good relationship with Homelander, at least on screen.
Becca was stunned for a moment; Locke's handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament truly amazed her,
but soon, vigilance surfaced in the depths of her eyes.
Given that Locke had a good relationship with Homelander, there was a high probability he wasn't a good person either.
"Ryan, go back to your room first."
She looked down at Ryan beside her and instructed softly.
"Mom, Uncle Locke is one of us; he treats me very well."
Ryan stood on tiptoes, leaned close to Becca's ear, and whispered, "Compared to Homelander, Uncle Locke is much more like my dad."
"Ryan, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Upon hearing this, Becca's face flushed red, and she subconsciously glanced at Locke, her expression somewhat awkward.
With his Super Senses, Locke heard Ryan's whisper and spoke with a smile:
"Ryan is a good kid, and I like him very much. As long as he is taught the right values, he will definitely be a qualified superhero in the future."
The right values?
Hearing this, Becca sneered inwardly. Even Homelanderwas a rapist,
so what kind of correct values could Locke have when he was sworn brothers with Homelander?
Seeing Becca's expression, Locke couldn't be bothered to explain.
He said indifferently: "For Ryan's sake, if you want to leave this place and live with Ryan at Vought Tower, I can help you."
Becca didn't hesitate much and resolutely shook her head in refusal,
"I'm not going to Vought Tower."
"It's very quiet here with no one disturbing me. I live very well here."
She had long been filled with fear toward Vought and the circle of Superhumans.
She only wanted to guard this small, pure land and live in peace.
"Suit yourself."
Locke shrugged, walked straight into the wooden cabin, and casually sat on the living room sofa.
His posture was relaxed and unceremonious.
Unable to guess Locke's purpose, Becca vigilantly led Ryan into the house as well.
Ryan couldn't sense the subtle atmosphere between the adults at all and sat next to Locke with an excited expression.
He skillfully turned on the TV and pulled up the cartoon Tom and Jerry,
"Uncle Locke, this is my favorite cartoon to watch!"
"I like it too." Locke smiled slightly.
Ryan excitedly swung his feet and rested his head on Locke's arm.
On the TV, Tom the cat was being played around in circles by Jerry the mouse, and Ryan laughed so hard he rocked back and forth.
Looking at their intimate appearance, Becca's expression was complex,
and an absurd thought inexplicably popped up in the depths of her mind.
If Locke were Ryan's father, it actually didn't seem so bad.
Whether it was temperament, demeanor, or vision, he completely outperformed Homelander a hundred or a thousand times.
As soon as the thought emerged, Becca's cheeks instantly burned, and she hurriedly suppressed her thoughts.
How could she harbor such an outrageous idea?
She had to admit that Locke's Eurasian-style face was incomparably handsome, and his temperament was both refined and powerful.
He naturally carried a calm and steady aura, making him a man extremely attractive to the opposite sex.
By his side, there certainly wouldn't be any shortage of young and beautiful girls, right?
Becca thought to herself.
The sky was gradually growing dark.
Locke still showed no sign of leaving.
Helpless, Becca could only walk into the kitchen and simply prepare dinner for three.
The dining table was placed right in front of the TV.
The three of them sat around the table, eating while watching the cartoon, the atmosphere warm and peaceful.
The scene was extremely harmonious, just like a family of three.
Ryan's mouth didn't stop; while shoveling rice, he chattered non-stop, recounting his experiences over these past few days.
He talked about how Locke taught him hand-in-hand to control his superpowers, and how he patiently guided him in the principles of life,
what was right and what was wrong.
Bit by bit, meticulously detailed.
Becca listened quietly, her eyes full of astonishment.
The things Locke taught were even better than what she had taught all these years.
One could even say that Locke was Ryan's godfather!
Yet she was even more puzzled:
Since Locke was a good person, why would he become brothers with Homelander?
After finishing the meal, Becca finally couldn't help it and took the initiative to ask about the doubts deep in her heart.
Locke's expression was calm as he slowly explained,
"Homelander is undoubtedly a bad guy, and he has also done unforgivable things to you."
"But he was raised as a weapon of war since childhood, with no childhood and no warmth; a distorted environment forged his distorted personality."
"I won't forgive him on your behalf, nor will I whitewash him."
"My good relationship with him is purely to suppress him."
"With me around, he will have scruples and won't dare to act willfully and do evil wantonly in the future."
Becca fell silent.
She looked into Locke's eyes; there was no hypocrisy there, no perfunctoriness.
Her view of Locke changed at this very moment.
Perhaps Locke really was a good person.
Becca gradually let down her guard and became much friendlier toward Locke.
Ten o'clock at night.
Locke was just getting ready to leave.
However, Ryan grabbed his hand and refused to let go.
"Uncle Locke, won't you stay and sleep with me tonight?"
"Just this once, I'm begging you."
Looking at the little guy's dependent expression, Locke softened slightly.
Ryan was the only naturally born Superhuman with infinite potential, and he had intended to cultivate him well anyway.
Accompanying him for just one night wouldn't hurt.
He could just leave after Ryan fell asleep.
Upon receiving the promise, Ryan's eyes instantly lit up.
But he still wasn't satisfied and pulled on the side-by-side Becca, acting spoiled.
"Mom, you sleep with me too! I want Uncle Locke and Mom to accompany me together!"
Becca couldn't win against the child and could only helplessly agree.
Just like that, three people lay down on the small bedroom bed.
Ryan slept right in the middle, with Locke and Becca on his left and right.
The little guy even intentionally raised his hand to arrange it.
"Uncle Locke hugs Mom, and Mom hugs me!"
Enwrapped tightly in the middle, Ryan was completely satisfied and quickly closed his eyes.
The lights in the room were dim, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and quiet.
Becca's entire face was burning; not just her face, but even her fair skin was stained with a layer of crimson.
Her whole body was stiff, and extreme awkwardness and tension swept through her entire body.
Locke's palm rested gently on her slender waist.
Through the thin clothing, he could feel the temperature of her body and her slight tremor.
Locke cast a sidelong glance at the blonde young woman beside him.
Although she had given birth to Ryan, Becca's appearance was still very beautiful.
Her figure was as slim as a woman who had never given birth, yet it carried a kind of mature womanly charm.
Especially her eyes, which were like grey, transparent pearls and exceptionally beautiful.
At this moment, Locke could clearly perceive that Becca's body was trembling slightly, her whole body was heating up, and her breathing had become disordered.
After a dozen minutes, Ryan fell asleep.
The two of them gently separated and left Ryan's bedroom.
"Then I'll be leaving first," Locke said.
Becca hesitated for a moment, biting her lip:
"It's already this late, why not leave tomorrow? Ryan has to go back to Vought with you tomorrow anyway, right?"
"Then where do I sleep?" Locke asked.
If Becca made him sleep on the sofa, he didn't need to wrong himself and would just turn around and leave directly.
Becca's cheeks became even redder, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzzing.
"First... sleep in my room first."
She thought to herself inwardly.
She was no longer young, and Locke certainly wouldn't lack young and beautiful girlfriends.
He wouldn't be interested in her.
"Alright." Locke was unceremonious.
He wasn't the type to be indecisive.
Since he possessed power, naturally he would do whatever he pleased and act on his whims.
Becca's bedroom was clean and tidy.
The air was lingering with a faint, fresh fragrance of roses, gentle and pleasant.
Without a word, Locke stripped off his clothes, wearing only a pair of underwear, and lay down on the bed.
Watching his unrestrained actions, Becca's heartbeat grew even more rapid.
Gritting her teeth, she turned around and shed her trousers, leaving only a grey tank top and black lace underwear on her body.
The two of them lay on opposite sides of the bed respectively.
Becca curled her body slightly; although her eyes were closed, she was too nervous to sleep.
She herself couldn't explain where this nervousness came from.
Being equally terrifying Superhumans,
she feared the violent and paranoid Homelander, yet held not a shred of fear toward the gentle and sincere Locke.
Leaving only full of panic and tension in her heart.
Because Locke behaved very friendly and very sincerely.
His strength was powerful, he disdained perfunctory behavior toward others, and he did things very directly.
Amidst her wild thoughts, Becca gradually grew sleepy.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt a warm palm resting on her chest.
Becca shuddered violently, her sleepiness instantly dissipating.
At some point, Locke had already rolled over closer, pressing his entire body against her back.
His warm breath sprayed against her neck, and his arms firmly wrapped around her body.
Becca's entire body tensed up, her white teeth lightly biting her lower lip as she mustered up the courage to turn around and look back.
Their noses touched, the distance extremely close.
She felt Little Locke's abnormality, as well as his youthful and domineering breath.
With a trace of entreaty, Becca said softly:
"Don't..."
Chapter 61 Speak of Locke, and Locke arrives!
"Madam, you haven't sparred in a long time, have you?" Locke said softly.
In the dim bedroom, breaths intertwined.
The warm breath completely sprayed onto Becca's soft lips, accompanied by a low and magnetic voice.
Becca pursed her lips, a layer of mist welling up in the depths of her eyes.
Ever since she was exposed by Homelander, she hadn't sparred with anyone for nearly ten years.
Late at night, she could only spar with herself.
Locke was young and handsome, with a temperament that was both gentle and domineering.
Most importantly, he was very good to Ryan, which made Becca develop a favorable impression of Locke as well.
Yet reason was desperately holding her back.
She still had a husband.
Although Butcher hadn't found her in ten years, the two were still legally a couple.
Becca turned her head away, her voice weak and powerless,
"No, we aren't a good match. I'm too old..."
"With your stunning looks and top-tier figure, you're just like a young girl. How could you be old?"
Locke looked at the shy Becca and smiled playfully.
"Mm..."
Becca's face flushed red instantly.
She didn't expect Locke to praise her so bluntly.
The next second, before she could speak, she was cut off.
Locke directly began a fierce battle of lips.
Becca was quickly driven to tightness in her chest, nearly suffocating.
"Hoo hoo hoo...!"
Becca panted, her gaze somewhat hazy, and finally she pleaded with tears in her eyes:
"Locke, can you be gentler?"
"I haven't sparred in a very long time..."
"Rest assured." Locke unfolded the sparring.
...
The night was tranquil, and the fresh fragrance of roses lingered all over the room.
Not knowing how much time had passed.
With Viltrum particles emerging,
Becca's entire body relaxed, her body and mind extremely stretched, and she gained a lot.
Locke rolled over and lay flat, letting out a slight breath, as his vision suddenly spun.
The next instant, he returned to the Invincible World.
The sparring with Becca just now was wonderful. He hadn't paid attention to the time, and it was soon 12 o'clock.
Starlight was probably waiting for him in Locke's room right now.
There was no help for it; he could only make it up to Starlight next time he went to The Boys World.
...
Early morning.
After breakfast, Locke changed into a domineering and fierce dark gold exclusive suit.
The patterns on the suit surged with hidden light, and the material was special, carrying its own steady and majestic sense of oppression.
He soared into the air, heading straight for the suburban training ground.
Omni-Man Nolan had long been waiting here in his suit.
The father and son duo needed no extra words and immediately initiated high-intensity one-on-one special training.
Fist winds exploded, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless.
Amidst the intense sparring, Nolan grew increasingly shocked in his heart.
Only a single day had passed, yet Locke's strength and speed had actually improved once again compared to before!
It seems this illegitimate son of mine truly has formidable combat talent, Nolan thought to himself.
What made Nolan even more marvel was the dark gold suit on Locke.
The attacks he unleashed, when landing on the surface of the suit, would actually be quietly absorbed of a portion of the impact force.
Force dissipation, defense, and toughness crushed the standard-issue suits of him and Mark in all aspects.
The materials given by Cecil were truly not bad!
After training for about an hour, the phone in Locke's pocket rang.
He stepped back a few steps, signaled a pause, and then answered Eve's call.
"Locke, the Flaxans have invaded Earth for the third time. The situation is critical, Mark and I are heading there first!"
"I'll be right there."
Locke hung up the phone and frowned.
The Flaxans were truly tenacious; if they had invaded other Planets, they probably would have succeeded long ago, yet they had to fixate on Earth.
This time, it had to be once and for all.
Locke looked at Nolan, "Father, with our power alone, there is no way to eliminate the Flaxans. This time we need your help."
On Earth today, only the overwhelmingly strongest Omni-Man possessed star-destroying level combat power.
Nolan hovered in the air with his arms crossed over his chest, not answering immediately.
He looked at Locke and suddenly asked, "What is your purpose in protecting Earth?"
This question was asked very casually, like chatting about everyday household matters.
But Locke knew that this was a test from Omni-Man.
If Locke answered that it was because Earth was his hometown, that he wanted to protect the people, and other such reasons, then Omni-Man would be somewhat disappointed.
"Because Earth belongs to me, it belongs to us, Father."
Locke said coldly, "I cannot allow others to run wild on my turf!"
"Earth belongs to us... Very good."
Nolan nodded, very gratified, "I will make a move. Son, you go ahead first and play to your heart's content."
Having obtained Omni-Man's affirmation, Locke soared straight into the sky, turning into a dark golden stream of light as he flew toward downtown Arlington.
...
Meanwhile.
Mark and the four members of the Teen Team were also rushing to the battlefield.
Robot was piloting the fighter jet and said, "Everyone, I have some bad news."
"Oh! Robot says he has some bad news, did you all hear that?"
Rex shouted with an exaggerated accent, "Hey, Robot, what bad news?"
Robot was expressionless, his mechanical voice icy,
"The Flaxans' numbers are too large, and their technology is advancing too fast. Our time stream can no longer affect them."
The implication was that the Flaxans would no longer age rapidly.
"Just assume this city has fallen," Robot continued,
"I will contact Cecil and suggest that he use nuclear bombs to fight back."
Upon hearing this, Mark shouted loudly, "No! Absolutely not!"
Eve also said, "Robot, we can't use nuclear bombs to blow up anyone, we cannot give up!"
Kate hesitantly spoke up, "What if the Guardians of the Globe come?"
Robot thought for two seconds and shook his head,
"Although the combat power of the Guardians of the Globe is very strong, the Flaxans number in the hundreds of thousands; they simply can't kill them all."
Eve took a deep breath, "We still have Locke, and Omni-Man. I believe in them!"
Finished speaking, Eve charged down first, heading towards the densely packed Flaxans on the ground.
"Brother, Father..."
Mark whispered under his breath, following closely behind as he leaped toward the battlefield.
Rex patted Robot's shoulder, "I love you, buddy, but your brain seems to be missing a screw."
Meaning that Robot lacked human touch too much.
"I don't use screws; my entire body is secured by magnetic tight locks."
Robot watched Rex and Kate jump down, his tone calm.
...
The technology of the Flaxans was indeed progressing extremely fast.
The new laser guns in everyone's hands made it difficult for Eve and the others to fend them off.
Having just killed a few Flaxans, Eve was forced to retreat continuously by dozens of lasers,
and the defensive wall condensed from pink energy constantly shattered.
Kate kept dodging, but clone after clone was blasted apart by lasers.
Rex could only hide wretchedly behind cover, occasionally tossing out a few bombs.
Gritting his teeth and exerting his strength, Mark abruptly hugged a giant steel pipe several meters long, gathering power to hurl it out with all his might.
The steel pipe carried a deafening roar as it broke through the air, smashing toward the Scarred Leader of the Flaxans!
This time, the Scarred Leader wore an even stronger mechanical protective suit.
The steel pipe smashed against its body and shattered into several pieces, but the protective suit remained completely undamaged.
The Scarred Leader's mouth grinned, its large hand abruptly reaching out to accurately grab Mark's body.
Tremendous force erupted, directly throwing Mark flying away fiercely!
Bang!
Mark heavily slammed down onto the ground, blasting out a deep pit as rubble flew everywhere.
Before he could get up, the Scarred Leader strode through the air, leaping down to land right in front of him.
Heavy fists smashed down successively, fiercely pounding onto Mark's face.
Bang, bang, bang!
The force was ferocious, with every punch landing squarely on flesh.
Mark was completely powerless to block it, instantly beaten black and blue,
with fresh blood flowing from his nose and the corners of his mouth.
Mark hadn't expected that even though he was a bit stronger than last time, the Scarred Leader was even stronger!
Both times he had been pinned to the ground and brutally abused by the Scarred Leader.
"Mark!" Eve looked at Mark's miserable state with an anxious face.
Why hasn't Locke arrived yet!
The Scarred Leader clenched its fists, looking at Mark on the ground, "Prepare to meet your death!"
Right at that moment.
A dark golden shadow suddenly plummeted at extreme speed from high altitude!
The speed was absolute, carrying the might of a thousand jun, as a punch accurately slammed into the side of the Scarred Leader's face!
Boom!
The ferocious force instantly exploded!
The Scarred Leader's massive body was directly sent flying dozens of meters, fiercely plowing a deep trench across the ground!
Speak of Locke, and Locke arrives!
Chapter 62: A Family of Three Viltrumites
"Locke!"
"Viltrumite Emperor!"
"Brother..."
Seeing Locke arrive in his battle suit and send the Scarred Leader flying with a single punch,
hope was instantly reignited across the crumbling battlefield.
Locke was always like this.
Always making an entrance at the most desperate moment, looking just like an invincible hero making a grand finale appearance,
with an upright posture and an imposing aura.
Locke turned his head to look at Mark, who was getting up in a disheveled state, and said in a calm tone,
"Mark, did you forget what I taught you about how to fight last time?"
"Cough, cough!" Mark wiped the blood from his nose, looked at Locke's fluttering black cloak, and wore a face full of shame.
"I'm sorry, Brother. There were too many of them, so I thought I'd take care of their leader first."
Locke nodded slightly without reprimanding him.
"Your line of thinking isn't wrong, but the Scarred Leaderisn't someone you can handle right now. Leave it to me."
"I understand."
Mark nodded heavily, fighting spirit reigniting in the depths of his eyes.
Recalling the techniques Locke imparted to him, he instantly burst forth with ultimate speed, charging straight into the densely packed Flaxan army.
Weaving back and forth at high speed, Mark's body became like a yellow and blue afterimage, rampaging through the Flaxan formation.
Wherever he passed, the green-skinned aliens were sent flying everywhere upon impact.
This method of clearing the field was brutal and efficient,
a unique combat style exclusively belonging to the Viltrumites.
Only people like Mark and Locke, who possessed the Viltrumite Bloodline along with Super Strength, Super Speed, and Super Physique, could use it.
Eve and the others simply could not replicate it.
Seeing Mark's performance, Locke nodded approvingly and then flew toward the Scarred Leader.
"It's you again!" The Scarred Leader looked at Locke angrily.
It seemed that Locke's punch hadn't caused much damage to it.
Locke raised an eyebrow.
Were the Flaxans progressing this fast?
The speed at which the Scarred Leader grew stronger was almost catching up to Locke.
However, the Scarred Leader's evolution had limits; constrained by its racial physique and technological shackles, it had already reached its peak.
Meanwhile, Locke, who possessed the Viltrumite Bloodline and the ability of "Overlimit Evolution", could grow infinitely stronger!
Locke had twice disrupted the Flaxans' plans to invade Earth, so the Scarred Leader harbored immense hatred toward him.
Roaring, it charged toward Locke with killing intent!
Locke did not back down and rushed forward to meet it.
Boom!
The two collided mid-air, exchanging blows and fists, bursting forth with dull, deafening roars!
The Scarred Leader's mechanical protective suit was indeed sturdy; Locke's fists hitting it could only leave shallow indentations.
And the Scarred Leader's counterattack was equally fierce,
its thick arms carrying whistling winds as they smashed toward Locke's vital points again and again.
Locke sidestepped to dodge a strike and threw a backhanded punch straight at the Scarred Leader's temple.
The Scarred Leader's head tilted, but it quickly stabilized its stance and spun around to kick Locke in the chest.
Locke crossed his arms to block, getting knocked back over a dozen meters.
He steadied his figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.
This guy's combat power was indeed a great deal stronger than last time.
But Locke wasn't bad either.
He rushed forward once more, moving even faster than before.
A punch smashed into the Scarred Leader's mask, causing cracks to appear on it.
The Scarred Leader roared and threw a punch in retaliation,
but Locke had already flashed behind it and kicked it right in the knee.
The Scarred Leader dropped to one knee, and Locke seized the opportunity to mount its back, raining down punches like raindrops.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Every punch carried immense force.
The Scarred Leader's protective suit began to deform.
But with a violent shudder, it threw Locke flying off.
Locke flipped in the air and landed steadily.
He took a slight breath.
This guy's protective suit was too tough; he really couldn't punch through it in a short time.
...
Although Locke could suppress the Scarred Leader in battle, he couldn't kill it in a short time.
And there were too many Flaxan soldiers. Eve and the others were already reaching their limit, and even Markwas exhausted.
Sweeping his peripheral vision across the battlefield, Locke frowned.
Relying solely on himself still couldn't wipe out the Flaxans;
to solve this once and for all, he had to rely on Omni-Man.
Right at this moment, the high-altitude air currents surged.
Nolan, wearing his battle suit, hovered in the clouds. Having observed enough, he slowly descended.
Seeing yet another enemy, the Flaxans opened fire at Omni-Man one after another.
Thousands of laser beams struck Omni-Man's body simultaneously, kicking up billowing white smoke across the sky!
Instantly completely shrouding Omni-Man's figure!
Eve was somewhat worried. She couldn't even block dozens of laser beams; could Omni-Man handle this?
Seeing this, Locke abandoned the Scarred Leader and came to Mark's side.
He raised a hand to pull the exhausted Mark, and the two brothers took to the air simultaneously, standing on either side of the white smoke.
The smoke dispersed.
Omni-Man was seen calmly hovering in mid-air, with an upright posture and a calm expression.
His entire body was completely uninjured, and even his battle suit didn't have the slightest bit of damage.
Thousands of fatal laser beams were completely ineffective!
The family of three stood suspended in the air, their auras layering over one another as an oppressive feeling swept across the entire battlefield.
Rex, Kate, and the others were completely dumbfounded, their hearts incomparably shocked.
Compared to them, my combat power is really trash, Rexthought.
"Father." Mark spoke softly.
Omni-Man ignored his two sons and charged straight at the Scarred Leader on the ground!
The speed was so fast that even Locke couldn't see it clearly!
The next instant, Omni-Man had already grabbed the Scarred Leader by the neck with one hand and hoisted it into the air!
Then he casually flung it out!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The Scarred Leader's body repeatedly smashed down and rolled across the ground, and the hard protective suit on its body instantly cracked!
As expected of Omni-Man!
Locke narrowed his eyes. His current strength was simply incomparable to Omni-Man's.
And when Eve and the others saw this scene, after the shock, they looked up at Locke and Mark in the air.
"Father? Omni-Man is your father?!"
Rex shouted in surprise.
None of them knew that the two brothers, Locke and Mark, were actually Omni-Man's sons!
No wonder two powerful superheroes like Locke and Markhad suddenly popped up.
Below.
Omni-Man calmly glanced at the swarming hundreds of thousands of Flaxans, clenched his fists, and burst forward!
The power of Omni-Man's charge was completely different from that of Locke and the other two.
Every time he shuttled through, he kicked up terrifying airwaves, and thousands of Flaxan soldiers along the way were instantly swept away and sent flying upon impact!
The sounds of shattering bones and collapsing mechs rose one after another.
In just four rounds, tens of thousands of Flaxan soldiers all perished, with corpses littering the field!
This terrifying combat power completely terrified the remaining Flaxans, draining them of all will to fight.
They all turned around in panic, hurriedly opening a giant portal, preparing to flee back to their home planet.
The Scarred Leader's mask had been smashed to pieces, and a few new scars were slashed across its face.
In exasperation, it grabbed two of its fellow soldiers and flung them toward Omni-Man,
then raised both fists high, provoking him from afar.
Meaning that it would come again next time, telling Omni-Man to wait!
How could Omni-Man be threatened by it?
A cold arc curved up the corner of Nolan's mouth. His figure flashed, diving down at extreme speed, his fists slamming fiercely into the Scarred Leader!
The two figures charged into the portal simultaneously and disappeared from Earth.
"Mark! Let's go in too!"
Locke's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Mark's arm, charging into the portal right behind them.
He knew Omni-Man was going to go on a killing spree on the home planet of the Flaxans.
This was the absolute best opportunity for him and Mark to grind practical combat experience and rapidly hone their strength.
"Locke!"
Seeing this, Eve felt deeply anxious, subconsciously wanting to rush into the portal.
Kate reached out and grabbed her in time. "Eve, with Omni-Man there, they'll be fine."
Hearing this and looking at the vanished portal, Eve finally set her mind slightly at ease, but couldn't help still worrying about Locke.
"Whoa!"
Rex, watching Eve's appearance from the side, grew somewhat jealous.
He grew more and more certain that there must be something fishy about the relationship between his girlfriend Eve and Locke!
Chapter 63: The Terrifying Combat Power of Omni-Man!
Planet Flaxan.
The grayish-green surface was covered with dense clusters of metal buildings, and the sky was gloomy, as if the Suncould never be seen.
The Flaxan soldiers who had escaped collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
Omni-Man was so terrifying!
They still had lingering fears, thinking they would be safe once they escaped back to their mother Planet.
But the next instant, the portal trembled again.
The Flaxans saw Omni-Man grab the Scarred Leader by the neck and rush in from inside!
Immediately after, Locke Grayson and Mark followed closely behind, flying in before the portal closed!
All the Flaxans froze in place, their faces filled with panic.
Omni-Man scanned his surroundings, his gaze icy.
He looked at the struggling Scarred Leader in his hand and said coldly:
"It seems you don't understand that Earth is not for you to conquer."
As his voice fell, without waiting for the Scarred Leader to make any reaction.
Nolan grabbed its neck and suddenly soared into the sky!
Amidst the high-speed shuttle, the Scarred Leader's body successively crashed through towering Flaxan buildings.
The hard reinforced mechanical protective suit instantly cracked and deformed.
The violent impacts progressed layer by layer.
Boom, boom, boom!
First, its legs were shattered, then its lower body was completely torn apart, and immediately after, its chest violently exploded.
Charging all the way through, by the time Nolan hovered high in the sky, the Scarred Leader was already a bloody mess.
Its massive body was completely pulverized, leaving only a shriveled, blood-stained head gripped in Nolan's palm.
Nolan's eyes were indifferent as his five fingers closed slightly.
Bang!
With a soft pop, the last bit of the head was directly squeezed into meat paste and completely dissipated.
The entire process was decisive and ruthless, without a shred of hesitation!
Locke Grayson and Mark witnessed the whole process.
Seeing his father's powerful combat strength, Mark was extremely shaken and was still pondering the deep meaning behind his father's words.
But Locke Grayson had understood long ago.
Omni-Man meant that the Flaxans were not worthy of conquering Earth;
Earth was left for the Viltrum Empire to conquer.
"Don't just stand there in a daze."
Seeing that Omni-Man was preparing to unleash his full combat power, Locke Grayson patted Mark,
"Now is a great opportunity to improve combat experience, go ahead and slaughter to your heart's content."
Before his voice faded, Locke Grayson's figure suddenly burst forward!
Breaking through a speed of Mach 5, he transformed into a dark golden stream of light, instantly charging into the Flaxan crowd below.
Compared to the restrained Earth battlefield, there were no civilian concerns here and no rules to bind him.
He no longer held back, bursting forth at full speed.
Small buildings along the way were directly crashed through and disintegrated, and patches of Flaxans didn't even have time to react before being smashed to pieces in mid-air!
The clearing efficiency was several times higher than when he was on Earth!
Watching his brother's unreserved and full-strength burst, Mark secretly competed in his heart.
His current limit speed was only Mach 4.5, always lagging behind Locke Grayson by a margin.
Every battlefield crisis was backed up by his brother and father.
He didn't want to live under the protection of the two of them forever.
He had to grow stronger as soon as possible and stand on his own.
Suppressing the reluctance in his heart, Mark gritted his teeth, accelerated, and also burst forward.
He constantly gave himself psychological hints.
These were just alien invaders, bugs;
Killing them was eliminating a scourge for the people, removing a hazard.
Mark shuttled through the city streets, precisely crashing into every Flaxan soldier.
Under the physical impact, the green-skinned aliens flew backward in batches, their bones shattering.
It's just that he still exercised some restraint and didn't dare crash into buildings.
Compared to Locke Grayson, who could directly smash buildings and sweep across areas, the gap in destructive power was clear at a glance.
High above in the sky, Nolan quietly overlooked the entire planetary battlefield.
He no longer suppressed his combat power and completely let go.
With 150,000 tons of limit strength fully unleashed, his speed broke through Mach 20!
The red figure shuttled rapidly across the surface, and every time he swept past, it triggered a series of explosions.
Towering sci-fi buildings, fortifications, and military strongholds all collapsed and burned down.
Flames soared into the sky, and smoke and dust filled the air.
In just a few minutes,
all civilized buildings on the surface of the Flaxan mother Planet were completely destroyed!
The terrifying efficiency was something Locke Grayson and Mark could only look up to.
And this was still just Omni-Man's surface-level combat power.
If he exerted planetary-level combat power, he could even destroy the entire Planet!
It was just that there was no need.
After Omni-Man destroyed all the buildings,
he lifted a giant continental fragment with a radius of more than ten kilometers with one hand.
Thick Earth and rock suspended in mid-air, casting shadows over a large area.
He deliberately held back and left a portion of the Flaxansalive.
Specifically leaving them for his two sons to slaughter and temper, forging their states of mind and murderous intent.
Time slowly passed.
Another few minutes passed.
On the ground, beneath the feet of Locke Grayson and Mark, tens of thousands of Flaxan corpses were already piled up.
Even the indecisive Mark had personally slaughtered nearly ten thousand Flaxans.
Covered in blood, his eyes fierce,
his aura was vastly different from before.
Seeing this, Nolan nodded slightly, feeling that it was almost enough.
He let go of his hand.
That giant continental fragment smashed down toward the surviving Flaxans below!
Just at this moment.
The surviving Flaxans fearfully opened a portal, originally intending to escape.
Seeing this, Omni-Man swooped down, grabbed his two sons' arms, and instantly rushed into the portal.
The three of them returned to Earth.
At this time, all three of them had grown beards.
The dozen or so minutes on the Flaxan Planet physically felt equivalent to over a month on Earth.
But after unleashing their desire to kill, Locke Grayson's combat stats had improved quite a bit again.
Name: Locke Grayson
Title: Viltrumite Emperor
Level: National
Strength: 800 tons
Speed: Mach 6
Physique: 35t/cm²
Abilities: Smart Atomic Physique, Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Physique, Super Regeneration, Super Senses, Vacuum Survival, Flight
Weaknesses: Severe Heart Trauma, Specific Frequency Sonic Waves
[Pending Update]
Locke Grayson was not far from upgrading from National level to Continental level.
Name: Mark Grayson
Title: Invincible
Level: National
Strength: 700 tons
Speed: Mach 5
Physique: 34t/cm²
Abilities: Smart Atomic Physique, Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Physique, Super Regeneration, Super Senses, Vacuum Survival, Flight
Weaknesses: Severe Heart Trauma, Specific Frequency Sonic Waves
[Pending Update]
Besides Locke Grayson, Mark had also improved his strength quite a bit.
Successive defeats and beatings, high-intensity actual combat, and large-scale slaughter of alien races
completely broke his combat power bottleneck, and his growth rate far exceeded the past.
...
"Locke!"
Seeing the three of them come out of the portal, Evehappily rushed forward and directly opened her arms to hug Locke Grayson.
Rex and the others had already returned to the Teen TeamBase.
Only Eve insisted on waiting here for Locke Grayson's return.
Mark looked at this scene in surprise.
He didn't know when Eve and his brother had gotten so close.
Looking at the two embracing, Mark felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
The fierce aura and depression from slaughtering the Flaxans just moments ago instantly surged into his heart.
He didn't like killing, even if the other party was invading aliens.
Filled with irritability and discomfort, he urgently needed to find someone to talk to and vent.
Mark suddenly thought of Amber.
He walked aside, took out his phone, and actively called Amber.
The call went through, and Mark's voice was slightly hoarse,
"Hey, I'm Mark, Mark Grayson."
"Who?" Amber was lying on her bed at home reading a book, and asked with feigned confusion.
Mark froze slightly, feeling somewhat awkward,
"I'm Mark, your classmate."
Amber's cheerful laughter came from the receiver.
"I know, I'm just teasing you."
Amber lay on her bed with a smile on her face, "I was wondering if you would call me after you got my number."
"You actually wanted to say when I would call you, right?" Mark scratched his head.
Amber said, "No, I could think of reasons why you wouldn't call, like I'm too assertive, you already have a girlfriend, or you don't like girls who bravely stand up against bullying."
At school, she had seen Mark and Eve leaving together a few times and mistakenly thought the two were dating.
In fact, Eve and Mark went together to the alien-invaded battlefield.
Amber sat up and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
"No, I think you're great! I called you just to say that, and also not just to say that..."
Mark rambled somewhat incoherently, "Sorry, my brain isn't very clear right now."
He looked down at his blood-stained hands, feeling very bad.
Taking a deep breath, Mark mustered up his courage and said:
"Final exams are coming up, and the two of us took the same courses. How about we study together?"
Amber laughed, "A study date? That move is not bad—safe, responsible, stress-free, but leaving room to advance the relationship further."
"Uh... haha..." Mark felt a bit awkward, not expecting Amber to understand this so well.
"I'm down. When? Where?" Amber asked.
Seeing her agree so readily, Mark instantly swept away the gloom in his heart and a smile appeared on his face.
After hanging up the phone, Mark pulled Locke Grayson, who was talking to Eve, aside and whispered his request:
"Brother, I have a date with Amber at home later, so you see..."
Locke Grayson understood Mark's meaning in a second—it was for him not to disturb the two of them.
"Don't worry, I'll be training outside, I won't go into the bedroom."
Locke Grayson patted Mark and teased, "Don't spend too much time with Amber in bed, the selection for the second-generation Guardians of the Globe is about to take place."
Hearing this, Mark's face instantly turned red.
...
"I'll head back to the Base to take a look." Eve said to Locke Grayson, with a slight blush still on her face.
She didn't know why she had excitedly hugged Locke Grayson upon seeing him return.
Locke Grayson smiled and nodded: "See you at the selection."
"Mn..."
Eve brushed her hair back and soared into the sky, pink energy forming a trail of exhaust behind her.
The family of three returned home, simply washed up and bathed, stripping away all the blood and filth.
Locke Grayson informed Nolan about Mark's date with Amber.
The two of them tacitly left home and headed to the outskirts for sparring.
After this baptism of slaughter on the Flaxan Planet,
Omni-Man believed that he had cultivated his two sons' murderous intent and habits.
When he later showed his cards about conquering Earth, his two sons probably wouldn't care so much about the lives of Earthlings.
Omni-Man was very satisfied with the results this time.
Chapter 64 Rex Exposed, Second-Generation Guardians of the Globe Selection
Teen Team Base.
"Everyone, Omni-Man and the others have returned safely!"
Eve looked at the empty Base, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Robot might have gone to prepare for the selection of the second-generation Guardians of the Globe.
Where did Rex and Kate go?
"Is anyone here?"
Just then, Eve noticed movement in the bathroom and walked over.
The bathroom door was pushed open, and Kate walked out awkwardly, wrapped in a bath towel.
Her expression was tense and her tone was flustered,
"Eve, you're back? I thought you would have to wait much longer..."
In her expectation, Omni-Man and the other two went to a foreign Planet and would take at least a few days to return,
and Eve would wait for at least several hours before leaving.
She didn't expect Eve to return so quickly.
"I didn't expect Omni-Man and the others to deal with the Flaxans so quickly either," Eve said.
"Ah~"
Kate couldn't help letting out a soft cry, her body trembling along with it.
"Hiccup?" Eve noticed the abnormality and frowned,
"What happened? Where is Rex?"
"Rex?" She walked toward the bathroom door.
"Wait a minute, Eve!"
Kate panicked instantly and reached out to stop her, but it was already too late.
Eve saw Rex in the bathroom, and instantly her anger surged and her face turned icy,
"You scum!"
She hadn't expected that her boyfriend Rex was actually having an affair with Kate in the bathroom.
"Baby, listen to my explanation." Rex quickly walked out of the bathroom and reached out to grab Eve.
Eve shook him off forcefully, her eyes filled with disappointment and disgust,
"I knew it. Earlier, when you were unwilling to wait for Omni-Man and the others and were in a rush to return to the Base with Kate, nothing good was going on."
Just as the two were arguing, two figures walked out of the bathroom one after another.
Identical faces, identical outfits—they were unexpectedly two more Kates!
Three Kates stood on the spot, the scene bizarre and glaring.
Eve was completely shocked.
"Oh god! Are you kidding me, Kate? I can't believe you're willing to play along with him like this."
Rex was actually with three Kates at the same time...
"I am such an idiot." Eve supported her forehead.
Judging by this situation, the two had already had an affair many times.
"Eve, Rex said you were dating the Viltrumite Emperor, and he said you guys talked about this." Kate pursed her lips, her eyes complex.
"I am dating Locke?!"
Eve looked at Rex in disbelief, not expecting him to actually shift the blame.
Seeing this, Rex instead became exasperated,
"Cut the crap, that's how it is. You think I don't know?"
"It's not like that!"
Eve clenched her fists.
Although she had some favorable feelings for Locke, she hadn't broken up with Rex, and she wouldn't do anything to wrong her boyfriend.
"Forget it, I don't want to explain either."
Eve shook her head, "I misjudged both of you."
After saying that, Eve didn't stay any longer, turned around and left the Base.
"Wait a minute!"
Rex shouted in a panic, "Kate and I aren't serious, and they aren't the real Kate!"
What he meant was that Kate had many clones, and these could only be considered doubles.
"We are all the real Kate."
Hearing this, Kate glared at Rex with a look of disgust.
Although she was a clone, every single duplicate shared complete memories and all senses.
Every time a duplicate died, Kate experienced a true Death.
Therefore, Rex treating Kate as a replaceable "toy" made Kate extremely angry and unable to accept it.
Bang!
The bathroom door was slammed shut.
Rex froze in place, looking aggrieved.
Now both ends fell through, leaving him with nothing.
...
About two hours later.
Locke received the news that the selection for the second-generation Guardians of the Globe had begun.
He immediately stopped sparring with Nolan, his figure soaring into the air, heading straight for the Pentagon.
The Base established by the Global Defense Agency for the Guardians of the Globe was located on the fifth underground floor of the Pentagon.
Ever since Cecil didn't allow the Guardians of the Globe to gather at the Base in Utah, this place had become the new gathering spot.
After all, not knowing whether Omni-Man had abandoned the plan to wipe out the Guardians of the Globe, it was better to play it safe.
When Locke arrived at the Base, the hall was already filled with all sorts of superpowered individuals.
There was Translucent wearing clothes, a bull warrior wearing armor...
Among them, looking at a bald cape-wearing man, Locke almost thought Saitama from One-Punch Man had also traveled across into this World.
Sweeping his gaze across the audience, Locke was slightly surprised.
Mark actually arrived before him.
This guy was obviously dating Amber just a moment ago; his speed was quite fast indeed.
Locke stepped forward and teased with a smile, "Little brother, your little brother's speed is a bit fast."
Mark was stunned for a few seconds before realizing the implication behind his words, and his cheeks instantly turned red,
"It's not what you think! Amber and I were just studying together! At most I touched her hand, we weren't in bed!"
Locke smiled faintly and didn't ask further.
He believed Mark's words.
His younger brother was still a pure-hearted little virgin.
Just at this moment,
Locke noticed that Eve was standing somewhat far away from the few members of the Teen Team.
Moreover, Kate was also ignoring Rex.
What happened?
"You look like you're in a bad mood?" Locke asked, looking at Eve.
Eve was in a very complex mood right now and didn't want to tell Locke about Rex's cheating.
So she shook her head, "I'm fine."
Seeing this, Locke stopped probing.
When she wanted to talk, she would take the initiative to say it.
However, Locke could roughly guess that it was nothing more than a problem in the relationship between Eve and Rex.
...
"Are you two really not joining the Guardians of the Globe?"
Robot stood on the high platform at the front of the hall, and Locke and Mark were invited up,
the three of them standing side by side.
The superpowered individuals below looked up at them, some whispering among themselves.
"I still prefer a bit of freedom," Locke said.
Mark scratched his head, "I talked to my father about this, and he wants to train me himself. Plus, I'm still in school, and Mom won't allow me to skip classes."
"But my older brother and I will help out," Mark added.
Robot nodded.
Facing the crowd below, he said, "Welcome everyone to the Base of the Guardians of the Globe."
"The second-generation Guardians of the Globe are not just a team composed of heroes; they are superheroes.
Those who pass our tests will join the ranks of the elite, the strongest among the strong."
"You will conduct one-on-one combat; the winners stay, and the losers are eliminated."
As the words fell, all the superpowered individuals participating in the selection rubbed their hands and were ready to go.
Just at this moment.
A streak of red lightning suddenly appeared in the hall.
The crowd exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! It's Red Rush!"
Immediately following, the other six members of the first-generation Guardians of the Globe arrived in the hall one after another.
After all, the second-generation Guardians of the Globewere choosing their successors, so they definitely had to come to the scene to vet them.
A crowd of powerhouses unleashed their full presence, a sense of oppression sweeping across the venue.
War Woman's gaze was sharp, locking directly onto Locke on the high platform with a dangerous smile on her lips,
"Kid, I will personally test you later."
Hearing War Woman's words, everyone looked at Locke with expressions of astonishment.
Who was this person? To actually have the first-generation Guardians personally test him!
A fledgling youth fighting against veteran heroes—wasn't that pure bullying/abuse?
In everyone's eyes, this wasn't an assessment at all; it was a one-sided crushing defeat.
In this duel, the youth would undoubtedly lose!