"These two are pretty reliable." Miao Mu watched Batman and Spawn rush out, nodded, and tapped the cigarette between his fingers.
"I think so too." The person beside him agreed.
Miao Mu nodded, then suddenly froze.
He turned to the right. Deadshot Lawton was aiming his gun, but the voice had come from the left—and it sounded unfamiliar...
"Barry?"
Miao Mu asked tentatively, then suddenly spun around and threw a punch. The man was fairly skilled and raised a hand to block it, but Miao Mu abruptly changed moves and drove an elbow straight into him.
The man staggered back three or four steps. Miao Mu pursued immediately, driving a knee straight at him with ruthless attacks that gave him no chance to counterattack.
The man hurriedly looked up. He wore a metal mask etched with patterns—it was the dark mage Faust, and something strange flickered in his eyes.
An illusion! Miao Mu realized at once.
But in the next second, Faust was sent flying backward. The illusion had not affected Miao Mu in the slightest.
Miao Mu had held nothing back. He rammed into Faust at full force and nearly took half his life with that blow.
Faust hurriedly got to his feet and brushed the ring on his finger. His protective spells were all still in place. Why had they failed just now...?
Faust looked up at Miao Mu, suddenly finding him unfamiliar. His illusion had failed too.
It directly affected the subconscious. Unlike other spells, it did not require magic power. It was more like instantaneous mental hypnosis.
Miao Mu offered no explanation and simply raised his fist and punched. He had inherited Joker's memories and had barely been affected by them. Hypnosis-type abilities were even more useless against him.
And in terms of resistance, Miao Mu