The blast wave knocked even Deadpool off his feet. When the heat wave swept through, it seemed as though the surrounding leaves curled up. Dead branches and dust flew everywhere, and together with the mushroom cloud rising into the sky, it truly looked like the end of the world for a moment.
"Cough, cough. Why was your Claymore Mine so damn powerful?" Deadpool lay sprawled on the ground, firing off a string of questions at his cousin, who remained standing tall in the gale. He spoke as fast as West Coast farm equipment: "What the hell was that? A tactical nuclear landmine? Were you planning to use this thing to blow up bears in the mountains? Ah, what a powerful shockwave! Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure—it even split my ass apart!"
An ordinary Claymore Mine contained 700 grams of C4 Explosives and 700 steel balls. It mainly killed through shrapnel produced by the explosion; it was not actually meant for demolishing houses.
As for why it was related to seven as well, just get used to it. Life always had to have a little seven mixed in.
Standing amid the flames and gale, Deathstroke looked down at him and shook his head with a smile.
"Has it ever occurred to you that your ass was already split? I told you, it's an improved Claymore. Old Claymore Mines had front and back sides, which made them troublesome to use. My modified Miniature Nuclear Bomb is much more convenient. Explosions are art."
Shrapnel damage could also be considered the physical attack of flying projectiles. Although the fragments traveled very fast, what kind of enemies had Deathstroke faced in the past? Physical attacks were obviously not especially useful.
A pure explosion, on the other hand, was an energy attack. Heat and Nuclear