My Exotic Flame Ranks Above Yours

Faced with El Diablo's death glare, Deadshot swallowed hard.

He felt like he might have pushed things a little too far.

Deadshot frantically shot pleading looks at the teammates beside him, but one after another, they either looked up at the sky or counted ants on the ground. Not a single person met his eyes.

The solo queue environment was getting worse and worse. Just look at the kind of teammates matchmaking gave him!

Left with no choice, he could only turn back stiffly, hurriedly raising both hands at El Diablo, whose rage had practically taken physical form.

"Calm down, bro. I only said those things to provoke you into using your powers. It was an emergency measure. I know you're not a coward, and you're not worthless. You didn't mean to kill your wife...

"Your filthy mouth isn't worthy of mentioning my wife!!"

It would have been better if Deadshot had said nothing. The moment he mentioned El Diablo's wife, El Diablo exploded even harder.

The flames all over his body surged with a bang. Everyone around him could feel the terrifying heat wave crashing into them, and even the air warped from the burning heat.

It was obvious that he was really pissed off now.

Everyone was startled.

Killer Croc's AOE was, at most, mental pollution. If they endured it, their whole lives would pass soon enough.

But if El Diablo hit them with an AOE, their whole lives would be over soon enough. They could even skip the cremation process.

No one dared to keep standing around and watching anymore. They hurriedly stepped forward to take turns talking him down.

"Don't be angry. Deadshot didn't mean it."

"Do me a favor and let this go."

"If you really have to, just burn him to death. We're innocent."