As for who had arrived, it was naturally the man who had destroyed Earth-15 back then—the very person Su Ming had been looking for.
Facing the incoming red-and-blue streak of light, Godslayer shifted from a megaphone into a shield. Deathstroke seized the moment and launched a shield bash. With a deafening boom, both sides were knocked back hundreds of meters.
The fist left a deep dent in the shield, but as the God Metal twisted, the mark vanished.
Barry sighed. The other party was as hot-tempered as ever. Could someone like that really be relied upon?
But Deathstroke clearly had no such concern. He merely shook the hand holding the shield, turned Godslayer back into a curved blade, and flew back to his previous position. Raising an eyebrow at the attacker, he said, "Had enough testing? If you want a real fight, I can oblige."
"No need. You and I are the same kind of person. I'm not in the mood to fight you." The other man shook his head, his red cape slowly settling over his shoulders. He displayed the S emblem on his chest. "Barry Allen of Earth-0. Long time no see."
That red-and-blue uniform was somewhat tattered, as though it had endured a horrific war.
"Clark of Earth Prime, seeing you makes it hard for me to be happy." Barry's mouth twisted to one side, and his displeasure was obvious.
This guy was an old opponent too, practically the disgrace of all Supermen.
"Call me Superboy-Prime, Flash. I know you haven't forgotten me." Superboy-Prime, clad in an energy suit, flicked back his long hair with a blank expression.
Superboy-Prime came from Earth Prime, beyond the Fourth Wall, though it was different from the world Su Ming had lived in during his previous life.
In his world, all