"Deathstroke!"
When Nabu saw Su Ming arrive from the sky, he had expected the Mercenary to confront him as if facing a great enemy.
But he had never expected this human to act as though he had not even seen them. The moment he arrived, he started flirting and chatting with several women instead.
Nabu could not stand being ignored. Since when could humans ignore gods? Just because of their previous battle?
So he let out a sharp shout. Magic made his voice echo endlessly above the city. He wanted Deathstroke to see that he had brought people this time, and that the little trick from last time could not defeat him again!
Of course Su Ming had seen Nabu, but he already knew that these self-proclaimed gods, the Lords of Order, disdained sneak attacks. That was why he had chatted with the others to stall for time.
If he could delay until Ancient One finished her class and came out, then with Vishanti and The Upside-Down Man working together, she could scatter these freaks' ashes to the wind.
But Nabu had indeed learned something. By shouting like that, even if Su Ming ignored him, he could attack without it counting as a sneak attack.
Then it was time to try the backup plan.
"Oh, isn't this my defeated subordinate? What was your name again, Natto?"
Su Ming flew upward, the Cloak of Levitation spreading like wings and carrying him above the Lords of Order. Then he added the insulting words to provoke them.
Sure enough, without even saying anything else, the five people opposite him rose higher as well. They could not allow themselves to look up at a mortal.
"You dare insult me? I am Na—"
Before Nabu could finish speaking, he saw Deathstroke rise a little higher,