Just as Deathstroke and The One Above All were plotting what kind of weapon or tool they should make to deal with The One Below All, something in the sky seemed to block out the sun.
A tiny black shadow swept over their heads and rapidly plunged into a nearby pond. The splash rose dozens of meters high, soaking Farys by the pond to the bone.
Yet she actually wore an utterly blissful expression, a suspicious blush spreading across her face. What was Bubble Teapot blushing about?
Given Su Ming's dynamic vision, he naturally saw exactly what had fallen. He reached into his waist pouch, pulled out the wooden board he had once used to communicate with Black Bolt, drew a huge duck egg on it, and held it up toward the pond.
"Zero points. The splash was way too big. At your level, you absolutely shouldn't be competing in the Olympics."
But the black shadow floated up from beneath the water. Like Chu Renmei, he emerged with pondweed draped over his head, answering in a sleazy voice.
"Batwoman kicked me, Cousin! He actually kicked me? Do you know how much emotional damage a left front kick can do to a baby? I was just doing a hot, passionate dance and getting ready to teleport, but he just had to give me a ride. Was my song not moving enough?"
"What song were you singing?" Su Ming put away the board and prepared to find a cloth to wipe the bastard down.
It was not because he was worried that his cousin would catch a cold. Rather, the water streaming down the soaking-wet bastard was foul, ruining the beautiful scenery of The World of Creation.
The air-quality score was about to drop to nothing.
"I was singing a classic hit: