Passing through The Doorway filled with white light, rays of light brushed across Deathstroke's armor as if they had substance, and he returned to the original library.
Just as Ancient One had said, although the building's interior was a sealed space like an inner fortress, they could see through the windows that the sky outside was filled with golden radiance, and a suffocating sense of restraint bore down on them.
"The Lord of Order?" Su Ming stroked his chin in thought, then walked over to the wall of fire at the entrance-hall battlefield and waved his hand over the opaque flames. "Wade, are you done yet?"
"Get lost! You're the one who finishes that fast! She and I are evenly matched, a worthy opponent for a worthy foe. Give me a few more hours!"
Wade's voice came from within the ring of fire, accompanied now and then by screams from him or Mazikeen, the sounds of weapons hacking through flesh and bone, and even the whirring of chainsaws and electric drills.
"Keep bragging. A few more hours? Fuck you, Wade, there goes your hundred bucks!"
Su Ming threw out that threat, flipped the bonfire the middle finger, then turned and left.
"You won't even give me a hundred bucks. My big brother is so mean, so mean! Hiss—why does this move have such powerful centrifugal force? Oh yeah! Then take this, my Photon Pulverizing Drill!"
"Ah!!! Huff, huff. Heh, this maggot's got some skill after all. Then how about this?" Mazikeen's voice came through.
"Urgh! You actually pulled out your stomach and blew it up like a balloon? Not bad, but you're still nowhere near qualified! Now behold my India Helicopter!"
"Ah!"
Hearing their conversation and screams coming from the bonfire behind him, Su Ming hurriedly picked up his pace