"Doctors generally advise patients to stay away from explosives."
Harkness whipped around.
Yang Ming stood behind him, the hem of his suit dusted with ash, his Gold-Rimmed Glasses still spotless.
The flames below were still churning.
But Barry and Oliver, who should have been blown away, were no longer where they had been.
An instant before the explosion, Yang Ming had opened a portal and sent the two of them, along with a large section of the ground, into the abandoned warehouse beside the factory.
As for himself...
He never stayed at the center of an explosion for more than half a second.
"How did you-"
Harkness had barely opened his mouth when Roy moved first.
Clutching the Refraction Prism, he forced a vicious grin onto his face, his eyes bloodshot.
"Die!"
Rainbow-colored light burst from the prism.
The beam swept across the steel framework and the smoke, then toward Yang Ming's face.
Roy had turned the prism's power up to maximum.
He refused to believe anyone could withstand it.
One glance was all it took to amplify the anger inside someone. Fear, bloodlust, hatred-all of it would overwhelm their reason.
Barry was the perfect example.
Yang Ming raised his head.
He did not dodge.
"That trick works pretty well on emotionally unstable people."
"Unfortunately..."
"I've seen more scumbags at work than you've had hot meals."
The next instant...
An invisible pressure spread from Yang Ming.
There was no wind.
No light.
Yet Roy felt as if someone had split his skull down the middle.
His vision instantly warped, and the prism fell from his hand onto the steel framework.
"Aah-"
His scream cut off halfway.
Roy's legs gave out, white foam spilled from his mouth, and he toppled off the framework.
Thud!
He slammed into the second-floor platform and