Whoosh!
Under Steppenwolf's watchful gaze, Batman's aircraft cut through the air like a ship riding the waves, pushing forward against the attacks of countless Parademons.
It forced its way directly into the heart of Steppenwolf's base.
Then it slowly descended and landed on the ground.
Hiss!
As the hatch opened, several familiar faces appeared before Steppenwolf's eyes.
"A bunch of defeated losers, and you still dare come here to die."
Steppenwolf couldn't help letting out a cold laugh.
But then, his gaze froze.
Because from the aircraft hatch, one last person stepped out.
A young man who looked lazy and utterly unremarkable.
He casually walked over to stand beside those former "losers," joining their ranks.
So—
This man was the reinforcement those losers had brought?
Useless.
Without Kryptonians, without the Old Gods, Earth had no one who could be a match for him, Steppenwolf.
The only thing he truly needed to be wary of wasn't these people at all—but that mysterious weapon they had used earlier to wipe out Parademons in bulk.
"You're not wrong."
Batman's voice rang out. He nodded calmly, not refuting the claim.
"We are your defeated opponents."
"Good that you know."
A sharp glint flashed across Steppenwolf's face.
"That's exactly why we brought someone who can deal with you."
Batman immediately changed the tone and threw out that line.
"Someone who can deal with me? Him?"
Steppenwolf's gaze shifted to Alex, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
Not a Kryptonian.
Not an Old God.
Not a Green Lantern.
Hah. Trash.
"That's right. Me."
A firm, resolute voice came from Alex.
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand toward Steppenwolf.
A blade of telekinetic force sliced straight toward Steppenwolf's head.
Hiss!
Steppenwolf instantly sucked in a sharp breath.
Every hair on his body stood on end.
Because the moment Alex waved his hand, Steppenwolf smelled death.
Whoosh!
In a split second, almost purely on instinct, Steppenwolf raised his axe horizontally in front of him.
Alex's immense telekinetic force slammed directly into the axe.
Clang!
With a crisp, ringing metallic sound, Steppenwolf's body shook violently, as if he had been struck by a meteor from the heavens.
He was sent flying like a rag doll.
He crashed heavily onto the ground like a dead dog.
The axe in his hands was flung away at the same time.
???
What just happened?
I… I was knocked away by him casually waving his hand?
Steppenwolf staggered back to his feet, completely stunned, his mind still blank.
How was this even possible?
Amazing!
As expected of the Homelander!
The members of the Justice League, on the other hand, all lit up with shock and joy.
Their guess had been right—Alex really could deal with Steppenwolf!
Not only deal with him—judging by what they'd just seen, Steppenwolf was utterly insignificant in front of Alex, completely helpless.
"Who… who are you?"
Steppenwolf's low, rumbling voice rang out.
He stared fixedly at Alex, all arrogance gone from his face.
In its place was deep, unmistakable fear.
Whoosh!
Even as he spoke, Steppenwolf extended a hand, summoning his fallen axe back to him.
The silver weapon, blazing with energy, flew back into his grip.
He held it tightly with both hands, staring at Alex as if facing a mortal enemy.
"The one who's going to kill you."
Alex snorted coldly.
His body blurred—and vanished.
Only a dull sonic boom was left behind.
"Oh no!"
At that instant, Steppenwolf felt that same overwhelming sense of danger surge through him again.
But unlike before, this time he had no chance to react.
Compared to Alex's Flash-level speed, Steppenwolf might as well have been standing still.
Boom!
Steppenwolf felt his vision blur.
Before he could make any response at all, his body was blasted away like a cannonball.
He slammed heavily into a wall infused with Mother Box energy.
The entire structure shook violently from the impact.
"Pwah!"
The moment he hit the ground, Steppenwolf spat out a huge mouthful of blood.
His body went limp like mud, completely unable to rise again.
He lay there on the ground, eyes wide, staring at Alex in disbelief.
His face was filled with shock.
Inside his mind, massive waves crashed endlessly.
Who was this man?
Who was he?!
Just one punch—and he was reduced to this state.
No—he was barely clinging to life at all.
At this moment, nearly all of Steppenwolf's ribs were shattered, his internal organs almost completely destroyed.
Any ordinary being would have died hundreds of times over from such injuries.
But to be fair, Steppenwolf's physique really was monstrous.
In the movie, he had endured countless blows from Superman and endless heat vision blasts without dying.
"Still alive?"
A trace of surprise appeared on Alex's face.
"Looks like I underestimated you a bit."
This wasn't Alex showing off—he genuinely thought one punch would have killed Steppenwolf.
"But not by much."
He shrugged, then casually gestured at Steppenwolf once more.
Telekinetic force condensed into a massive fist and smashed downward.
Boom!
Like Mount Tai collapsing from above, it crashed straight onto Steppenwolf.
Steppenwolf's body jerked once—
Then went completely still.
This time, he was truly dead.
Dead beyond any doubt.
"Alright, mission complete."
"Everyone, I'll be taking my leave."
Boom!
After leaving those words behind, Alex vanished in a flash.
All that remained were the members of the Justice League, standing there in the cold wind, utterly dumbfounded.
"Steppenwolf… just died?"
In the silent battlefield, the Flash's stunned voice broke the dead quiet.
He zipped over to Steppenwolf's corpse at lightning speed, staring blankly at it.
He still hadn't processed what had just happened.
"I always thought the Homelander could kill Steppenwolf," Aquaman Arthur said in awe,
"but I never imagined it would be this easy."
"He only threw, what—two punches?"
Two punches to kill Steppenwolf.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, none of them would ever have believed it.
It was practically a joke.
The Homelander's strength had completely shattered their understanding.
"That guy… feels even more terrifying now."
Wonder Woman Diana muttered under her breath.
He had been powerful when she last encountered him—but now, his presence alone was suffocating.
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