Thaddeus Ross's katana clashed violently with Nightmare Deathstroke's tactical armor, the Mars briefly illuminating her face, contorted with extreme excitement.
With a flick of her wrist, the Blade slid down her opponent's arm armor, sending up a burst of even denser sparks.
Immediately afterwards, she crouched, spun, and swung upwards, unleashing a series of attacks like mercury flowing across the ground, each strike precisely targeting the seams and joints of the armor.
"Ding! Dong! Dong! Dong!"
A series of crisp impacts echoed in the corridor, but only a few shallow white scratches remained on the black and yellow armor.
Nightmare Deathstroke didn't even flinch, letting Thaddeus Ross's attacks land on her. His single, scarlet eye stared at her indifferently, as if looking at a futile moth.
After enduring several blows, he finally moved.
He lifted the massive sword, nearly two meters long and as wide as a door panel, with one hand, creating a wind pressure that made the air whistle.
There was no skill, no technique, only pure, overwhelming power, cleaving down on Thaddeus Ross!
Thaddeus Ross's pupils contracted, and he lightly floated back several meters on the dusty ground, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
The giant sword crashed to the ground, shattering the concrete tiles and sending shards of stone flying.
Now!
Taking advantage of the brief moment when the opponent was stunned as he pulled the greatsword from the ground, Thaddeus Ross pressed forward again.
She kicked Nightmare Deathstroke Toller in the outside of the knee with a dull thud, while simultaneously thrusting her katana upwards into the gap under his armor.
"Pfft."
The knife tip pierced a little, but was immediately stopped by the tough internal structure.
A black, blood-like viscous liquid flowed down the blade, causing limited damage.
Nightmare Deathstroke seemed enraged, its crimson eye locking onto Thaddeus Ross.
Another greatsword swept in.
Thaddeus Ross used the same trick again, bending over at the extreme, the wind from the sword grazing her nose, the force even ruffling her hair.
Just as she was about to straighten up, a black tactical boot rapidly loomed into her field of vision.
"Bang!"
A straightforward, unpretentious front kick landed squarely on Thaddeus Ross's chest.
The immense force sent her flying backward, crashing into the wall at the back of the corridor with a loud bang, cracking the wall behind her.
" Thaddeus Ross!" Mia exclaimed, her compound bow already fully drawn, the arrow tip flashing with dangerous lightning.
The Arsenal next door went even further, raising assault rifles and pointing them at Nightmare Deathstroke.
Emiko didn't speak, but her arrow was already nocked.
"Pfft—" Thaddeus Ross spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, and staggered to her feet. She raised her hand to stop them.
"This is my battle," her voice was hoarse, yet filled with an undeniable resolve, "You are not allowed to interfere!"
After saying that, she rushed forward again.
But this time, she didn't get close.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two pistols at her waist were drawn in an instant, and the magazines were emptied at Nightmare Deathstroke's head and chest.
The bullets struck the armor, sending Mars flying, but they didn't even leave a dent.
But this barrage of fire successfully drew the enemy's attention.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Thaddeus Ross transformed into a ghostly figure, using the narrow corridor to begin a high-speed tug-of-war with Nightmare Deathstroke.
Her movements were incredibly agile; every dodge was like dancing on a knife's edge, and every counterattack was cunning and ruthless.
The battle reached a stalemate.
Finally, during a clash, Thaddeus Ross seized an opening.
She slammed the hilt of her sword into Nightmare Deathstroke the sword, and in the instant he loosened his grip, she kicked the hilt of the greatsword.
Clang!
The heavy greatsword was flung high into the air, spun around, and fell far away, embedding itself deeply into the ceiling.
Chance!
Without his weapons, Nightmare Deathstroke was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out in her eyes.
Thaddeus Ross let out a triumphant roar, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, the flashing blades weaving a silver net that completely enveloped Nightmare Deathstroke.
This time, it was Nightmare Deathstroke's turn to suffer a crushing defeat.
Despite his imposing stature, he could only passively dodge and parry under Thaddeus Ross's relentless onslaught, relying solely on his sturdy armor.
However, just as Thaddeus Ross thought victory was assured and was preparing to decapitate his opponent, a sudden change occurred.
Nightmare Deathstroke took Thaddeus Ross's heavy blow with his shoulder, the force of which made him stagger.
Instead of falling, he used the momentum to lunge forward and, from an unbelievable angle, grabbed Thaddeus Ross's wrist, which was holding the knife.
Thaddeus Ross's alarm bells rang, and he was about to change his move when he felt a numbness in his wrist. His katana had been forcibly taken away by his opponent!
The next second, the cold Blade, carrying its own strength, pierced her abdomen mercilessly in a way she knew all too well.
"Uh..." Thaddeus Ross lowered his head, staring incredulously at the blade protruding from his body.
Bright red blood was gushing out of the wound.
"Do it!" Emiko's icy voice rang out.
Almost the instant Thaddeus Ross fell, his three teammates launched their attack.
"Da da da da da!"
The assault rifles in the Arsenal spewed angry tongues of fire, and the dense rain of bullets formed a metallic storm that completely enveloped Nightmare Deathstroke, forcing him to raise his arm to block and temporarily abandon the pursuit.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The two arrows, almost simultaneously, struck precisely at the feet of Nightmare Deathstroke, as if guided by an eye.
The moment the arrow touched the ground, it turned into two huge, sticky, yellowish-brown clumps of mud, instantly pinning his feet firmly to the spot.
"Take this!" Arsenal pulled a grenade from his waist, pulled the safety pin, and threw it.
Faced with an incoming grenade, the trapped Nightmare Deathstroke made a surprising move.
He yanked the katana that had pierced Thaddeus Ross out, sending a spray of blood through him, and with a flick of his wrist, he hurled the longsword away like lightning.
"Clang!"
The katana struck the grenade mid-air with pinpoint accuracy, and the violent explosion was detonated prematurely in the middle of the corridor, the raging shockwave blasting everything around it away.
Nightmare Deathstroke, taking advantage of the explosion, suddenly exerted force with both feet and forcefully broke free from the clay's restraints!
In the blink of an eye, he was already close to Emiko and Mia!
Being caught in close combat by a top-tier, enhanced fighter would have unimaginable consequences!
Without hesitation, the two men jerked their composite bows, causing them to extend from the middle and transform into two sturdy long sticks.
Street heroes are equally skilled in close-quarters combat.
Unfortunately, skill pales in comparison to absolute power.
"Bang! Bang!"
In a single exchange, Emiko and Mia were sent flying by a punch and a kick, crashing heavily into the walls on either side, rendering them unable to fight.
"You son of a bitch!" Arsenal's eyes were bloodshot, and taking advantage of the lull, it unleashed another torrent of firepower.
This time, Nightmare Deathstroke did not dodge.
He charged forward through a hail of bullets, the bullets striking his armor and sending Mars flying, leaving dents in his armor.
Several bullets even pierced through the weak points of his armor, leaving several bloody holes in his body from which black liquid oozed.
He seemed to feel no pain, and his steps did not falter in the slightest.
Click.
The magazine is empty.
Just as Arsenal was retreating and trying to change his magazine, Nightmare Deathstroke had already rushed in front of him.
Two powerful punches landed in quick succession. The first punch knocked the rifle out of Roy's hand, and the second punch knocked him to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Nightmare Deathstroke moved with lightning speed, instantly removing all visible firearms from Roy's body and dismantling them into parts.
Finally, he picked up the assault rifle and pointed the dark muzzle at the four men lying on the ground.
A deathly silence fell over the corridor, broken only by Thaddeus Ross and Roy's painful gasps.
Just as the Nightmare Deathstroke was about to pull the trigger.
A golden-red lightning bolt flashed across the dimly lit corridor without warning, moving at a speed beyond the reach of the eye.
"Boom!"
Nightmare Deathstroke was like being hit by a speeding truck; he was sent flying and crashed heavily into the wall at the end of the corridor.
The lightning stopped, and a man in a red battle suit appeared in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by golden arcs of electricity.
The person who arrived was none other than Barry Allen, the Flash Barry.
Immediately afterwards, more figures appeared behind him.
Wonder Woman Diana, clad in red, gold, and blue armor and wielding a sword and shield.
Aquaman Arthur, covered in golden armor and wielding a trident.
Wearing a black and green bodysuit with a huge Green Lantern symbol on his chest, Green Lantern Hal Jordan, along with Supergirl Kara, Guardian James, and Superwoman Lucy, who are suspended in the air.
Behind the group was a man dressed in a black and red bat costume.
He surveyed the scene before him with great interest, then slowly pulled an energy cannon from his bat-shaped belt.
The Nightmare Deathstroke, blasted away, slowly rose from the crater in the wall, seemingly completely disregarding the sudden appearance of the Justice League.
His single, scarlet eye peered over everyone else, fixed intently on the last man to appear.
Thor noticed his gaze. "Sorry, I'm not interested in men with only one eye."
Just then, the Nightmare Deathstroke that had been silent finally spoke.
His voice was hoarse and distorted, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other, filled with an ominous meaning.
He looked at Thor and said, word by word:
" The Batman Who Laughs... Greetings, Thomas."
The moment Thor's expression changed, Nightmare Deathstroke flung out a black, sharp-edged metal card. The card traced a strange arc in the air and shot straight toward Thor's face!
Almost simultaneously, the energy cannon in Thor's hand emitted a bright white light.
"Boom--!"
A thick white beam of light shot out from the energy cannon, instantly engulfing the incoming card.
The beam of light did not stop there; it continued forward, striking Nightmare Deathstroke precisely.
The anticipated explosion did not occur.
The instant the golden beam of light touched Nightmare Deathstroke's body, a pitch-black portal, deeper and purer than the darkness of the corridor, appeared out of thin air and swallowed both Thor and Nightmare Deathstroke's figures.
Light and darkness vanished simultaneously.
Where there was no one, only a huge hole scorched by energy and a deathly silence remained.