After taking a milk bath, Strangle extended several little tentacles to help spread the milk evenly over his host. Then, gripping the Golden Lightsaber, Su Ming launched a countercharge at Milkman Superman, not forgetting to have Strangle carry the remaining six bottles of milk.
"No, what have you done?!" Milkman Superman screamed. After his Heat Vision proved ineffective, he chose to attack with his fists. "Heretical nonsense! Milk is for drinking! I won't give you another chance to defile milk!"
Obviously, in the eyes of someone who truly loved drinking milk, bathing in it was the greatest crime—a waste of food.
"Heh, I'm bathing in milk. Come hit me, then!"
The mischievous Su Ming tangled with him in the air, while also signaling Diana and Kara with his eyes to prepare for a sneak attack.
No one really knew what feelings Milkman Superman had toward milk, but trampling on what others cherished was the quickest way to make them furious.
Relying on anger alone in battle was not impossible. After all, the Red Lantern Corps were lunatics, and their combat power was nothing to scoff at.
But if someone had nothing but anger in battle, they would not get far. Sooner or later, someone with brains would counter them to death.
Su Ming truly could not find Milkman Superman's weakness in a short time, so he settled for the next best thing: provoking this white-clad freak and dragging him into a vortex of rage. Those consumed by fury lost their calm and exposed more openings in battle.
Of course, it did not matter if he had no other weaknesses, because it was now basically certain that milk was Milkman Superman's Achilles' heel, just as some people's weakness was their son.
Covered head to toe in a coating of milk, Deathstroke