"Sugar Bean, help me see what he's thinking?"
As Su Ming, sword in hand, once again clashed with Zubado, he contacted Harley, who was watching the show aboard the spaceship, through Strangle from afar. He wanted to hear her thoughts, since her abilities were equally outrageous.
Harley had often seen her boyfriend use Deathstroke's method of contacting the Adjutant through Strangle, then having the Adjutant handle the communication.
But this time was different. The voice rang directly inside her head. It felt... fun!
"Sweet Little Bee, how did you get inside my head? I can hear your voice, hahaha." She sat up from Poison Ivy's arms, blinked, and began shaking her head as though she were high, bursting into laughter. "Then help me take a look too. Is there another me in my head? Is she eating someone else's eyeballs right now? My mouth is all watery."
"...I'm not inside your head. This is just a little biological communication trick Strangle recently learned. I can't see what's in your brain, so stop hypnotizing yourself for fun. Be careful you don't end up unable to snap out of it."
As they spoke, the two figures streaking through the sky like flowing light exchanged hundreds of moves. Neither gained an absolute advantage.
Speechless, Su Ming swung the Golden Greatsword in his hand, repeatedly clashing with the enemy's black-smoke-belching greatsword. He still held the advantage in weaponry and strength, yet after taking hundreds of blows, his opponent had revealed no weakness. That was indeed troublesome.
Unlike Brutus, Zubado was extremely skilled in martial arts. Though it was alien fighting style Su Ming had never seen before, it clearly had structure and technique, not the wild, indiscriminate brawling of some bull-headed brute.
Moreover, he appeared to possess Rapid Healing, because he had repeatedly tried