Deathstroke flexed his fingers into fists, pushed off the ground, and charged straight at Miao Mu. Miao Mu raised an arm to block.
The bayonet beneath the barrel of the revolver in his right hand thrust straight for Deathstroke's head. Relying on his instinct for danger, Deathstroke hurriedly leaned back, narrowly avoiding that toy-like bayonet.
It sliced through the faceplate on Deathstroke's head as easily as cutting a soda can, making cold sweat break out all over his body.
His entire set of equipment was made from special alloy steel. Even bullets could not leave the slightest mark on it. Miao Mu's earlier blow had already dented it, which had shocked him enough.
And now...
Deathstroke pulled a dagger from his waist and viciously stabbed at Miao Mu. He absolutely could not be allowed to live!
Miao Mu raised his hand, and pale black armor covered his arm, blocking the stab. Then he drove the revolver forward. The bayonet beneath its barrel had no proper point from which to exert force.
But the bayonet forged from Nth Metal was sharp enough—sharp enough to shred Deathstroke's armor as though it were a soda can.
Deathstroke kicked Miao Mu away and reached for the hand holding the gun, but the gear across his chest was still sliced open.
Then Miao Mu smashed a fist into Deathstroke's head. Immediately afterward, he wrapped his arms around Deathstroke's body, lifted him up, and slammed him viciously into the ground.
Deathstroke seized Miao Mu's gun-holding right hand from behind, twisted it with all his strength, forced his fingers apart, and threw the revolver to the floor.
Then he kicked it away. That thing was far too dangerous.
"You think I need a gun to deal with you? Get the hell down there!!!" Miao Mu stepped forward