Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4547 - 3629 Edge of Tomorrow (38)

Amanda hadn't even had time to walk away when Deathstroke had already taken everyone down. To be precise, Amanda was blocking his path, but she didn't even see how he got past, not even hearing the slightest rustling of wind from his movements.

Deathstroke's moves were extremely fast. At present, only Batman could clearly see what he was doing. This guy not only perfectly utilized all his limbs, but each strike was precise and without any unnecessary movements, like watching a martial arts performance.

If the madmen of Gotham are masters of the elegant art of killing, Deathstroke represents the ultimate in violent aesthetics. Each move is executed to complete perfection without needing any mid-adjustments. The entire process is akin to a meticulously choreographed action movie.

Standing with his arms crossed amidst the bodies, Deathstroke said, "I won't be demonstrating gun skills. Anyway, any gun you've heard of, seen, or that exists in the world—I can use them. Same goes for cold weapons. That's about it."

Amanda nodded, feeling this level of demonstration was enough. Essentially, Deathstroke's abilities are mostly public knowledge, and there's plenty of data they've gathered, so there's no need to scrutinize further.

"Next is my turn," Dotted Man said. "You can call me Dotted Man. My ability is to shoot colorful dots. Like this."

He stood still, pursing his lips as if holding his breath for a bit, then stretched his hand forward. Countless colorful dots flew and hit the ground, but did not even create a pit.

"What's the use of that?" Pamela genuinely asked, not seeing anything special about it. It looked a bit like paintballs, seemingly having no function other than staining.

"It's a type of high-dimensional bomb," Dotted Man explained. "I don't know if you can understand it, but these colorful dots are high-dimensional objects, and if they hit a person, they will engulf them."

With a somewhat troubled look at Amanda, obviously reluctant to use it on innocents, Amanda said a few words into her intercom, and soon two subordinates brought over a cage. Inside were two white lab mice.

Dotted Man hesitated but, encouraged by Amanda's gaze, pointed a finger at the cage. A red dot flew over, hitting a mouse, which instantly vanished.

"Can I understand this as a miniature dimensional teleportation portal?" Victor asked.

"I'm not really sure. Whether they're dead or transported, I don't know. But I figure we can't survive in higher dimensions, so they're probably dead," Dotted Man replied.

"This ability has a drawback," he continued, "I must release the dots from my body periodically, or I might explode."

"How often?" Batman asked.

"Sometimes every few hours, at the longest, two to three days. It's quite frequent," Dotted Man scratched his head and said.

"Can you just release them, or do they have to hit someone?"

"Releasing is fine, but the area might be wide, so you'll have to avoid it. If you're hit, the consequences will be unthinkable."

Amanda waved him away. Next, beside Dotted Man was a black-haired woman. Her appearance was unremarkable, not as eye-catching as Dotted Man.

"You can call me Mouse Woman," the woman said. "My ability is to control mice. Like this."

As she raised her hand, the white mice in another cage began frantically gnawing at the bars. It didn't take long for them to chew through and start dancing around like ballet dancers, squeaking at Mouse Woman.

Pamela couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't a mockery of her ability, but she found the lively mice somewhat adorable.

Mouse Woman seemed to feel her ability was weak and shyly stepped back into the line.

Then it was Pamela's turn. She said, "My codename is Poison Ivy. My ability is plant manipulation. Watch this."

She extended her hand, and a tree next to the training field swayed. A breeze rustled through, a few leaves fell, and then nothing else happened.

"You'd best demonstrate abilities worthy of your salary," Amanda warned, "or else I won't pay you fully."

Pamela sighed, "I didn't sleep well yesterday and have a crick in my neck. Alright, here's my true strength."

Extending her hand again, two slender vines burst from the earth, grabbing an instructor's ankles and lifting him to dangle in midair.

"Then you'll only get half your pay at most," Amanda said.

"What?! That's not okay?!" Pamela was exasperated. Then she thought: the secret to securing research funding is to show investors a promising future—even if they don't understand the actual workings, just make something up later.

As this is still the blueprint phase, she couldn't be too lazy. She needed to show Amanda her capabilities to get paid generously. As for real combat efficiency—when asked, just claim that battlefield conditions are too complex, and even strong abilities have weaknesses. Any issues, just consult All Things Green.

Pamela waved to Amanda to step back, then gestured at the few people behind her to retreat further.

The people behind moved about ten meters back before stopping, prompting Pamela to turn and shout: "Farther! Move to the edge!"

Victor, knowing what was about to happen, dashed to the training field's edge. The others followed, retreating into the shadows at the boundary.

Pamela took a deep breath. The next second, the entire field shook as if in a frenzied earthquake. On the seismic scale, it might at least be around magnitude eight.

Even the ground fractured like during a tremor; however, unlike a quake, each crack gave birth to giant vines, over ten meters in diameter. These thick vines intertwined, climbing ever upwards.

Within seconds, the entwined vines formed an enormous World Tree, overshadowing the entire training field and even the whole training base. The spectacle could be seen from dozens of kilometers away.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.

Batman was equally stunned. In their cosmos, Poison Ivy wasn't this formidable. She could summon plant vines, but relied more on plant toxin to harm others, akin to a mage.

But Pamela had clearly skewed her skill tree. She didn't study plant toxins at all and broke through everything with sheer force. If hit by vines of this size, no serum would be of any use.

Pamela withdrew her hand. The vines promptly vanished. Strangely, the ground returned to normal, without leaving any cracks. It was unclear if the crust compressed to heal the fissures or if it was all magic earlier, for the vines felt as if they never appeared.

"You're just too amazing!" Dotted Man said, "Does that mean you can make the biggest and most stylish treehouse in the world?"

Pamela smiled at him, and Dotted Man blushed, turning his face away.

When it was Victor's turn, he brought out a Freeze Gun and froze someone inside it. He then began lecturing about the properties and applications of dense ice, concluding:

"In summary, whether for preserving freshness or limiting an enemy's combat capability, dense ice has great effects. My team and I have developed various commercial versions of dense ice. Feel free to visit our website for orders..."

Amanda rolled her eyes and waved him back into the lineup.

"I heard you froze Gotham once?" Batman asked, arms folded.

"Ah, that was long ago," Victor said, "Back then, my freezing technology was immature, lacking precise control; it was actually an accident..."

The others were taken aback. Freezing an entire megacity—maybe the military liked such immature technologies.

Then came Wise Man. He didn't showcase much but mentioned his strong hacking skills, capable of calculating virtually all data with his brain and predicting every possibility.

This ability indeed couldn't be demonstrated. But if he truly lacked superpower yet dared join this team, he probably had some tricks up his sleeve.

Next came Katana. She was among the survivors of Team 1. Her ability wasn't anything special; she excelled in using the katana for close combat.

She showcased her blocking technique, instructors shooting at her while she flawlessly blocked every bullet with her katana, proficient in both attack and defense.

Then came a man in a blue vest. He said his name was TDK, just those letters, without any special meaning.

His ability was even more absurd. His arms could detach from his body and fly independently, elbowing enemies from eight hundred meters away.

Pamela couldn't hold it in when she saw his arms take flight, almost laughing herself into internal injury.

Victor, being the scientist, asked TDK, "Can your arms hold a gun? Like if I give you my Freeze Gun, could you fly out and hit them?"

"I'm afraid not," TDK said awkwardly, "The levitation ability is limited; it can't lift anything heavy. The weight limit is about an egg; heavier objects won't fly."

Victor sighed. All his Freeze Guns weighed far more than an egg, and no firearm worldwide weighed that light—maybe only knives made of special materials could reach that weight.

"Then this strength isn't suited for direct combat," Victor said, "but it's fine for disarming bombs or reconnaissance with a camera."

Deathstroke and Batman nodded. TDK was somewhat disgruntled, seemingly wanting to control his fists to knock down the instructors.

Unfortunately, the opponents were elite among ordinary humans. Knowing the pattern of the flying arms, they swiftly pinned his arms under them.

With inadequate arm levitation force, he couldn't budge the heavy objects pressing on them, merely struggling in vain. freēnovelkiss.com

Without arms, TDK was all vulnerabilities, tumbling around helplessly and landing face-first.

Pamela couldn't bear to watch.

The last was Shark King. Amanda quickly had instructors withdraw since Shark King hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

A hulking figure waddled into the center, thumping his chest, "Nanaue! Very strong! Nanaue can get full!"

"Alright, alright," Amanda gestured, "We know you're strong. You can go back."

Shark King was visibly dissatisfied, looking around, eager to display his prowess like the others. Pamela had to conjure a juicy, fresh cactus and pop it into his mouth. Satisfied, Shark King returned to his spot.

The last was El Diablo. He didn't exhibit his abilities, explaining:

"My flame ability isn't unlimited. See the tattoos on my body? Each use of my ability reduces them. Once they're all gone, I'll revert to a normal person, unable to use the power again."

"I don't want to waste my ability on presentations because I might use it to save or protect people. That's that."

He nodded, retreating into the lineup. Amanda spread her arms, "I believe now you have an understanding of each other's abilities. Next, we will begin collaboration training..."

At that moment, an aide hurried over, whispering a few words in Amanda's ear. Amanda cursed, then said, "Emergency mission. Follow me!"