Under the pale moonlight, he floated in midair like a god, facing an army alone without losing his composure.
But there was a problem. Su Ming could speak DC's Atlantean language, but not Marvel's. When he had encountered Namor, the man had still been a pile of corpses, so there had been no chance to learn it.
He could try using English to make them stop. Although he had displayed a certain degree of force, the wall of water clearly did not intimidate these Sea People much.
Wasn't this just playing with water?
So the whales opposite him immediately sent out even larger columns of water. Seawater fell like torrential rain, its roar unceasing.
The blue-skinned people merely watched him without retreating in the slightest. Their army continued to advance.
"Strangle!"
Since he had already issued a warning and they refused to listen, it was time for Su Ming's favorite activity.
He sent Strangle a signal to begin. The Symbiote had fought alongside him many times and knew how to coordinate with him.
In an instant, it pulled every firearm from his belt. After Deathstroke dove into the enemy ranks, dense barrages of bullets swept in every direction.
Strangle did not merely use the firearms on its body. It also snatched weapons from the enemies' hands—tridents, coral pillars, and the like—and, amid howls like wind and thunder, used them all as thrown weapons.
If they had been in deeper waters, the Sea People would have been quite troublesome. But they were too close to Tokyo Bay. The continental shelf and seabed here made it impossible for them to dive deep.
Su Ming charged into a whale's mouth. The Godslayer in his hand transformed into a massive double-headed sword and split it evenly into left and right halves. He shook off