Deathstroke's powerful spatial calculation ability, combined with the strength and speed brought by the Symbiote, made Su Ming's attack like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. No matter what magic the Black Mages used, he could always narrowly dodge.
It wasn't that no one wanted to engage in close combat with him, but the Mages' melee skills were usually taught by Su Ming with a dagger in the first round.
Of course, part of the reason is that he selectively picks the easy targets. That Human-Demon Mage battling Mordo, Su Ming had no intention of a direct confrontation.
There were also those with particularly exaggerated light and shadow effects in their hands, from whom he maintained a safe distance.
While he didn't know the power of these spells, magic that is often visually spectacular would not be lacking in power.
Does it look good? A beautiful magic is good.
After stabbing a few people, the Symbiote Suit remained as shiny and new. It devoured the blood splashed on it, and the bloodthirsty desire in his mind burned even stronger.
It felt like an extra personality in his heart kept urging Su Ming to dash into the crowd and massacre.
But Su Ming wouldn't be controlled by it. It, like Godslayer, is something that can lead people astray, so Su Ming was always cautious when using it.
He patted the uniform and told the Symbiote not to mess around, returning to the side of the Druid.
"How's it going? Have you finished the Mind Magic?"
"Not yet... Please wait." The Druid looked solemn. His Mind Magic was more like superpower acquired by chance, unlike ordinary magic that can be used at a cost; it required a long preparation process.
Communicating with someone else's mind is a complex matter. Even with rich experience, it takes time.
Su Ming turned to look at the enemies who had been repelled but were gradually approaching again, sighed: "You need to improve your casting speed. Don't you have any equipment to boost speed?"
Druid: "???"
Su Ming was just joking around; he wouldn't delay anything serious. It's one thing to say it, but he still shielded the Druid behind him and went into the crowd to fight again.
But now the opponents obviously recognized the Symbiote, and many attacks coming this time were Flame Magic, so Su Ming had to dodge carefully. Even getting close would affect the stability of his body from high temperatures, altering his evade actions.
The Symbiote's weakness is too obvious, especially when facing Mages. Their flames are conjured with ease and can appear unexpectedly from various angles or forms.
"You think I'm just a useless dependency on the Symbiote..." Su Ming sneered coldly, rolling to avoid a flame ray: "Symbiote, hide."
The black and yellow suit withdrew from his body, seeping into the inside through the pores of Su Ming's skin, lying dormant.
Su Ming lost the power and speed enhancement, but his biggest weakness was also gone. Even with just his own ability, he could better handle these Mages.
Thus, among the group of weirdos, there was now someone almost naked, wearing only boxer shorts.
If it were twenty years later, this would be a scene of revelry at a hippie music festival.
Barefoot on a ground covered with gravel and corpses, Su Ming wielded his dagger to attack, constructing an overhead view of the battlefield in his mind.
"At 9 o'clock, 20 meters away, a Mage is casting Flame Magic; at 11 o'clock, 15 meters away, another Mage; at 2 o'clock, an attempt at a sneak attack, hiding behind a broken water barrel 10 meters away; ahead of me, one intends to rush for melee combat, using Dormammu's Black Blade Technique..."
The situation he was about to face appeared in his mind in an instant, and tactics followed.
Melee combat seemed closest, but in reality posed the least threat.
The rushing Mage had black glowing eyes and foaming at the mouth, indicating they had lost the ability to think, choosing close combat to the bitter end.
So long as he kept a distance to keep them at bay, giving them the illusion of being able to hit him, they would pursue him relentlessly like a dog chasing a bone.
Then there's the one hiding behind the water barrel. Though he hasn't started casting, he thinks he's well-hidden, but his associate's eyes sneakily glance over there, betraying him.
Su Ming was prepared for this, so it was not a problem.
The remaining threat was the two Flame Magic casters from the left. They had almost completed casting, except one is a fireball, the other a flame ray...
Flame is generally Hell Magic, unclear of the specific name, but manageable.
Thus, Su Ming charged head-on to the Mage planning to engage him in melee, then suddenly ducked, slipping underneath the Mage's arm.
At their closest, it seemed the enemy's spittle might hit Su Ming's face. He could feel the Mage's breath become heavier, and see the muscles on the back of his hand tense.
Then Su Ming left him hacking at nothing, leaving a black mark on the ground.
Then came the flames, firstly the flame ray magic was fired in a straight line. Su Ming's sudden evasion led the melee-engaging Mage to be struck, instantly turning the Mage trying to hack the ground into charcoal.
Without a scream, the Mage simply became a charred figure, then scattered by the wind.
Next came the large fireball magic, which flew slightly slower. Su Ming had noted the flight speed and path of these common spells when observing the battlefield, everything followed the plan.
He dove toward the fireball, using the Owl Dagger as a pointer, his whole body formed an arrow, shooting toward the center of the fireball.
The fireball exploded, instantly shrouding the surroundings in flames and thick smoke.
The right arm was injured, with the skin and muscles below the elbow joint almost entirely burned away, revealing X Metal bones gripping the dagger tightly, but the rest of the body was almost unscathed, not affecting combat effectiveness.
The Healing Factor began working; the injuries would be repaired in about ten seconds, but the left hand would suffice in the meantime.
He rolled to his feet, feeling the heat wave aftermath on the ground, using the explosion's fire and smoke as a cover, he ran towards the two Fire Mages.
The calculation results already in his mind, even without looking, he knew when to take action.
Thus, under the cover of dense smoke, he broke the necks of the two Fire Mages in the darkness, as they were still trying to disperse the smoke, Su Ming appeared behind them like a Death God.
So fragile, breaking a Mage's neck felt like different sounds, sounding like accompaniment for a bell.
He also swiped a ring from the hand of one of the dead; the gemstone on the ring was large and seemed valuable, so he took it.
He stood up, throwing his dagger to the other side of the thick smoke.
Then in the smoke, he awaited the healing of his right hand, even trying on the ring; it felt like an ordinary stone, something to reward his subordinates later.
Emerging from the smoke, he directly walked towards the direction of the water barrel, pulling out his dagger from the fallen corpse's head, wiping the Owl engraving clean.
When smoke blocks vision, those hiding become anxious in seeking the situation, observing the scene... these Mages' thoughts are easy to guess, like ordinary people who haven't undergone military tactical training, they lack a bit on the battlefield.
Wiping the dagger clean on the corpse's clothes, Su Ming observed the surroundings, no one seemed likely to come near for the time being.
He strode out of the smoke, and the black and yellow armor composed of Symbiote slowly crawled back over his skin, the warning colors even brighter against the flames behind him.