Solomon sat quietly by the sidelines for a while before Starlight slowly regained consciousness. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, her neck aching and swollen, her head still foggy and dazed.
"What kind of weird habit is that? If we're fighting, just fight. Why do you have to knock someone out before it's over?"
Starlight rubbed her neck, her face full of frustration and helplessness.
"You'll get used to it."
Solomon sighed inwardly. There was nothing he could do either. It was a hard rule imposed by his cheat.
To thoroughly defeat a Supe and harvest their abilities and attributes, the sole criterion was to render the opponent completely unconscious.
Even winning at rock-paper-scissors until the other person passed out counted as a defeat.
If you were skilled enough, making someone feel so good that they lost consciousness counted too.
Starlight slowly stood and shook her heavy head, her eyes filled with defeat.
"You're so much stronger than I imagined. I thought I could crush you easily. I never expected to lose so completely."
Solomon slowly rose and looked at her as he said calmly:
"You're stronger than I imagined, but also weaker than I imagined."
Starlight stared at him in utter bewilderment:
"What does that mean? Am I strong or weak?"
Solomon waved a hand and headed out first, his tone casual.
"Let's talk on the way. We'll find somewhere to eat first."
Every floor of Vought Tower had its own dedicated lounge, elegantly furnished and fully stocked with all kinds of food, desserts, and drinks, enough to meet everyday leisure needs.
The top-floor lounge on the ninety-ninth floor was the finest in the entire tower.
It had a dedicated private chef who could prepare exquisite meals to order at any time. Its privacy and comfort were