Things like Power Rings should be considered alien technology. They had little to do with magic, though there was a certain degree of compatibility.
They were charged by emotions, and emotions were one form among countless thoughts. Using thought to drive energy and change the world was the essence of magic.
Putting ten power rings on Hermione at once, including an indigo ring, a black ring, and an ultraviolet ring, was somewhat risky. But Su Ming believed that, as the current universe's story protagonist, she should be able to withstand something this minor.
And she did. Though her expression seemed pained for a moment, she soon caught her breath and returned to normal.
The only difference from Deathstroke was that among her ten power rings, the violet ring shone the brightest rather than the yellow ring.
Of course, this was not the time to fuss over such details. Su Ming wiped the sweat from her forehead, gave her hair a casual rub, and said:
"Try using the rings now. See whether you can sense any energy. Any one of them will do."
This was one of the Power Rings' basic functions: detecting all kinds of energy and quantifying them. It was somewhat like the battle power scanners in "Dragon Ball," except Su Ming normally did not use such rigid tools.
Numbers were dead, people were alive, and fighting required brains.
A target might possess an extremely high energy reading, yet be a complete weakling once the fight began. The representatives of the Lord of Order's faction were like that—every last one of them was more brain-dead than the previous.
Others might have no energy readings at all, yet become invincible in battle. That was Batwoman.
The Enchantress glanced at the professor and gave a slight nod. The oaths of the