Seeing Nightmare lose focus, Su Ming naturally showed no mercy. He instantly charged before the throne and brought his Lightsaber down in a blow aimed at the head.
It hit, yet it did not. Although the pallid head was split in two by the sword, after a wavering like drifting mist, Nightmare appeared behind the throne, standing with one hand on its backrest, completely unharmed.
"Sorcerer Supreme, I told you before: I am the master of nightmares. As long as fear still exists in this universe, I am immortal and indestructible." Nightmare became considerably more polite after taking a hit. He toyed with a Skull Ring on his finger. "You want to kill a dream within a dream. That is impossible. Logically speaking, it makes no sense."
He looked quite relaxed, still trying to reason with him.
"We are both Mages, so you should know that magic does not follow logic." Su Ming unhurriedly drew the Nightfall Greatsword, fused the two blades once more, and used the power of Tenth Metal to stir the darkness. "Therefore, anything is possible. You are not human, so you would not understand."
At that moment, groups of rioters smashed through the palace windows and attacked the nobles who had been dancing. The scene immediately became chaotic and blurred, as though viewed through a layer of mist.
The music stopped, replaced by screams and wails. The entire dream shook violently, as if the dreamer were about to awaken.
Deathstroke was unaffected. He drew upon his Cosmic Energy and the energy of his Power Ring, thrusting toward Nightmare's chest.
If the head was not his weak point, then he would try the heart—assuming he even had one.
This strike carried greater force. The glowing blade pierced directly through Nightmare's body, punching a huge hole through the