Su Ming utilized the cloak to fly over first, wielding the Nightfall Greatsword and aiming a strike at Mr. Sinister's head.
However, the indestructible Great Sword was stopped mid-air, just ten centimeters above the opponent's head, unable to advance further.
The chopping action pivoted on the shoulder joint, with the muscle driving the upper limb and weapon in a circular motion, theoretically disregarding weapon weight would mean the longer the weapon, the greater the angular velocity at the sword tip.
Using the centrifugal force formula F=mω^2r=mv^2/r, the force at the impact point is calculated, then the pressure at the blade is compared with the opponent's flesh tolerance, this is the physics of cutting people, constantly calculated in Su Ming's mind.
The super brain calculates instinctively; he only needs to swing the sword, having pre-assessed how deep each slash will penetrate, whether it will be lethal.
With hundreds of tons of force infused into his arm, the calculation concludes that this strike could at least slice Sinister in two, his martial arts blocking all escape routes, even with high speed his opponent couldn't evade this overhead strike.
Yet Mr. Sinister didn't evade nor did he directly confront the blade with telekinesis, instead cleverly applied force under Su Ming's shoulder joint, as if placing an invisible support under his armpit, using leverage to halt upper arm movement.
The strike could not proceed, a situation unexpected by Su Ming, crucially the force halting the strike came from himself, borrowed by the opponent.
Sinister indeed deserves the genius title, not only mastering jujutsu-like martial arts but instantaneously computing like Su Ming, finding solutions.
Sinister's threat level elevated in Su Ming's mind.
Similarly, unbeknownst, Sinister thinks the same about Su Ming, initially assuming Deathstroke was merely a brute, only to realize just now all possible evasion spaces were subtly locked by aura, he's a world-class combat expert.
And this dreadful strength? Without fully exerting telekinesis ensuring a strong and flexible support, the whistling Great Sword would undoubtedly fall on his head.
His Psychic Superpower is completely immune, in the Spiritual World, Deathstroke's mind only radiates silver light without thoughts.
The Great Sword hovered above Sinister's head, both floating quietly, silence returned inside the room.
Both sides rapidly contemplating the following strategies, the battle now extends beyond mere brute strength.
Mr. Sinister seemed to first come up with a solution, smiling, opening his eyes wide, Su Ming suddenly felt an invisible force hitting his chest forcefully, flinging him back.
The Magic Floating Cloak helped him resist the repulsion mid-air, and the Symbiote extended tendrils to grasp the ground, leaving deep scratches.
"Crack…" Debris flew, the ground was plowed, the symbiote tendrils continually dissolved and reformed, finally decelerating.
Su Ming was flung back thirty meters or so, yet not as embarrassingly as Deadpool, while gaining some intelligence.
Though telekinesis is invisible and elusive, ultimately it's brute; it cannot penetrate his skeletal protection directly affecting the internal organs.
Meaning there's no worry Sinister could assault like Zhenzi, exerting force from within to destroy organs.
Currently, taking a telekinetic hit resulted in minor injury, a bit breathless, with armor and X Metal protecting him. Whereas Deadpool, in a uniform akin to autumn clothing, would have several ribs broken.
Thinking of Deadpool, Su Ming searched the battlefield for him, they agreed to attack together, Su Ming on the right, him on the left, where is he?
He then saw Deadpool wearing a chef's hat, leisurely strolling towards Mr. Sinister, not yet in place…
"..."
Su Ming held his forehead, feeling mentally exhausted.
And Mr. Sinister completely ignored Deadpool, advancing towards the doctor and mage.
They hid well, but in front of a Psychic, playing hide and seek was pointless. Their thought and consciousness activities shone like beacons at midnight in the darkness, outlining their brain contours clearly.
The mage was fine, but Holloway likely lacked means to counter Superpowers, so Su Ming had to assist. However, this might fall into Sinister's strategies, his current plotting unknown.
Nevertheless, Holloway is the best available doctor for Su Ming, although a medical doctor, he has notable skills in biology and chemistry, essentially a logistics key player.
Encountering incomprehensible chemicals, he'd need inspection; unreadable research reports require his decryption; battlefield surgery or comprehensive autopsy, Holloway is necessary.
Things now veer away from comics, making Holloway's skills a crucial information channel for the team.
This era lacks internet for reference; relying solely on human knowledge reservoir.
If the doctor dies, Su Ming can't bring Dr. Erskine to the battlefield, Erskine obeying or not is uncertain, having been kidnapped to farm…
Plus the old man can't dodge a bullet, an actual burden.
Thoughts only took fractions of a second, Su Ming promptly commanded the Magic Floating Cloak to rush over, shielding the doctor from the attack.
This time, he thrust the Symbiote and Great Sword into the ground, stalwartly standing his ground.
"Hehe, I found your weaknesses, weaklings always hold onto futile compassion." Mr. Sinister sinisterly laughed in the darkness, the diamond mark on his head glowed brightly, casting shadows on his face, making it more ghastly.
Does Su Ming possess compassion? Perhaps, but protecting the doctor was more about strategic aims.
"Monac."
He knew the mage was ready with Magic, now truly a fine opportunity.
"You dare ignore Lord Deadpool, I'll bore several holes in your butt, making your rear a beehive."
Deadpool finally sauntered over, but his bad habit was yammering before actions, isn't this alerting the enemy?
A perfect back attack chance wasted again by him.
No choice, if he could keep quiet, he wouldn't be Deadpool unless he was stitched with Adamantium Alloy Wire.
Deadpool proclaimed while stabbing Sinister's butt with the Samurai Sword, Sinister floating in air in a perfect position.
However, Sinister merely waved a hand, Deadpool instantly flew out, amidst clattering, he got buried under fallen wall bricks.
"Now." Su Ming nodded to Monac, triggering the mage's long-prepared Magic, while he promptly drew the Giant Sword, lunging towards Sinister.