(I accidentally moved my release notes to the beginning. Readers who are interested, sorry for the trouble, but please use those little hands that bring you riches and perfect exam scores to scroll to the top of the contents.)
Qin Wei had always wondered whether Deathstroke in this low-magic world had a Healing Ability, and if so, how it manifested.
Now the answer was right before his eyes.
Countless fragments embedded themselves in his leather armor, instantly turning his body into a sieve of bleeding holes. Yet Deathstroke's steps never faltered, and in an instant, he closed in on Qin Wei.
With a long blade in hand, he delivered a diagonal slash, its flashing edge seeming ready to cleave the entire smoke-filled battlefield apart.
The strike carried a chilling killing intent. Unlike his playful scuffle with Floyd, Deathstroke had no intention of holding back this time, swinging with the conviction that he would kill his enemy in one blow.
Unfortunately, his target was Qin Wei, a man who could instinctively fend off sneak attacks from Talia and Fake Batman.
Qin Wei turned sideways to dodge. The blade brushed past the tip of his nose, slicing off a few fine hairs.
But his ability to dodge was more like a passive skill. It often worked wonders against unexpected killing moves, but changes in an opponent's attack were its particular weakness. Talia had mentioned this when teaching him martial arts.
And Deathstroke happened to be a martial arts master.
Seeing his first strike miss, he twisted his wrist, turning the downward slash into an upward cut aimed at Qin Wei's lower abdomen.
Clang!
Sparks from the deflected blade flashed and vanished in the dim factory.
The crisp ring of colliding metal reached Deathstroke's ears, and he frowned.
That was not the sound