Deathstroke was a master of unarmed combat and every kind of weapon, but if asked which cold weapons he loved most, they were nothing more than greatswords, long staffs, and daggers.
Su Ming still remembered that when he had first transmigrated and fought Cindy, he had used an Nth Metal telescopic staff. It could break bones and tear tendons, but as long as he did not strike the chest or head too hard, it was highly effective for taking enemies alive.
Joker's party guest list had all sorts of people on it, but most were locals from Gotham—Batwoman's action figures.
A few scratches did not matter. Gotham's medical standards were the best in the universe, after all. But if they were killed outright, that would mean they had been played to death, and who knew how much trouble that might cause later.
Lobo was undeniably capable. Even under Strangle's frenzied barrage, he kept trying to break through the blockade, so Su Ming made him his second target.
He leaped, flew forward, and brought the staff down on his head.
Lobo crossed his arms over his head and took the blow head-on.
He was not especially agile. In the past, he had always relied on brute force and sheer ferocity when doing business. Besides, he had an incredibly powerful Healing Factor, so Su Ming did not need to worry about killing him with one strike.
Lobo was like Wade's "madman brain" and "refined little mouth" grafted onto Thanos's hulking body, with a head of Super Saiyan-style long black hair planted on top.
At the same time, he might have been the least civilized mercenary in the business. Even Deadpool could not manage to put profanity in every single sentence.
"Deathstroke!" Lobo was sent flying dozens of steps away, his back slamming