"Just as Doom predicted, Doreen's potential was limitless."
Doctor Doom's voice followed immediately, carrying a metallic resonance that made it impossible to tell whether he was man or machine. But the steel figure in a green cloak appeared behind the Mercenary.
"Even a cornered rabbit bites, let alone a squirrel, which is also a rodent." Su Ming cracked a cold joke as the enormous Black Sword shrank back to its usual size. "But if that girl finds out afterward that you tricked her, she probably won't speak to you for a long time."
Doreen's combat style was not particularly flashy. There were no dazzling lights or visual effects, she could not use energy, and her fighting techniques were nearly nonexistent.
Yet she was simply powerful. She could bite down an Original Celestial with a single chomp. Behind this seemingly unreasonable event, the rules of the greater universe were at work, as unstoppable as The Law of 'It Smells So Good'.
The battlefield was now a chaotic mess. Everyone on Deathstroke's team had picked an opponent for a one-on-one fight, while even more Celestials were held back by the suicidal Exterminator army, then tossed near and far by Little Guy through its authority.
Doreen had killed until her eyes turned red, so naturally she had not noticed Doom, who was as cunning as a ghost. But faking his death was still fake. He could not hide it from her forever.
"Doom has his own plans. Doom's Latveria lies in southeastern Europe. Though its resources are not particularly abundant, it still produces plenty of pistachios and almonds." After spending so long around Deathstroke, Doom naturally knew Doreen's weakness: she had absolutely no resistance to nuts.
Forget willpower. If someone ate a walnut in front of her, the girl would start drooling. How