Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Grand Debut
Although the teenagers have tried very hard to hide this from the adults, sometimes plans cannot keep up with changes.
In fact, before Benjamin met Nightwing after sending the children to dinner and going on night patrol alone, Deathstroke had already exposed the identities of Jason and Li Hua.
It wasn't complicated. Deathstroke had knocked Jason's helmet off during their sparring match. The familiar face in the domino mask made his only remaining eye widen in disbelief. "Jason? Aren't you dead?"
Li Hua: I knew it! That’s why I said long ago that it makes no difference whether you wear a mask that only covers your eyes or not!
The complaints in his heart could not affect his actions. After Jason's identity was read out by Deathstroke, Li Hua leaned forward with his body tensed, clenched his staff, and the [Dismissal] card fell silently into his hand.
As soon as there was any unusual movement, he would leap forward and wipe the Deathstroke from this world.
"Yeah, but who told Hell not to take me?" Jason noticed Li Hua slowly standing up behind Deathstroke, gesturing at him with a staff and a [Dismiss] card. He changed his tone to a more familiar one, "Long time no see, Slade. Surprise?"
"If you're willing to accept my invitation, that would be a real surprise." Deathstroke sneered and looked at Li Hua who stood up behind him. "Then who is this, Robin in reserve? Tsk, that Bat is really lucky."
The tone didn't sound like he was going to fight, so Li Hua asked, "Are you an acquaintance?
"An acquaintance I've dealt with a lot in the physical sense. Deathstroke has always wanted to steal Batman's favor, but unfortunately, his record in this area is about the same as the number of hair follicles on Lex Luthor's head right now."
After saying that, Jason looked at Li Hua meaningfully.
Deathstroke stood at Batman's corner with a shovel and worked hard for several years, but his achievements were not as great as Li Hua's 24-hour digging.
Give Li Hua 24 hours and he can poach Benjamin, the dog walker.
If Li Hua is given another 24 hours, he can poach Jason and the Batmobile.
With another 24 hours, Li Hua can escape with all the humans mentioned above (excluding the Batmobile), 14 Ice Ghost pups, a first-generation Robin, a third-generation Robin, and some Batcave equipment with the tacit consent of Batman himself.
If Deathstroke knew about Li Hua's record of packing up, he would probably be so jealous that he would lick a lemon and shout something like "Why? I was here first" like a loser.
As soon as Li Hua stood up, Deathstroke couldn't ignore his eye-catching outfit: "It seems that the fourth generation Robin is going to change your traditional attire?"
Li Hua looked down at his own attire, feeling very puzzled.
How on earth does his Christmas tree-like outfit, which is adorned with cute accessories and is so sweet it's sickening, have anything in common with the "Robin" uniform, which is made up of the eye-catching bright yellow, bright green and bright red?
And from beginning to end, except for Jason's words just now, the word "Robin" in this room came from the mouth of Deathstroke alone.
Combined with what Jason just said...could this person be a Robin fanatic?
"He's not Robin-in-Chief," Jason said, taking his stance. "Now, are you going to get on with your work, or are you going to engage in small talk?"
"For me, this is not a multiple-choice question." Deathstroke hooked his finger at Jason, "Come on, kid, let me see what you can do after going through hell."
So the two men started fighting again in front of Li Hua, and they chatted with each other in between the fights.
"What's wrong Slade, are your eyesight not so good because of your age?"
"I don't need such good eyes to deal with you."
"Tsk...then why don't you close your other eye too?"
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And so on.
Theoretically, as a bystander, Li Hua should now, like all qualified on-site commentators and narrators, provide simple but accurate action descriptions for every sentence they say, so as to greatly enhance the audience's senses.
But it was a pity. Even though Li Hua had received preliminary training from Jason during this period, wearing clothing that enhanced his vision and reflexes, and had practiced card fighting for a few days, the two men before him, Deathstroke and Jason, had both honed their skills through countless long battles and hails of bullets, and they were now fighting seriously.
In short, Li Hua saw their actions, but couldn't understand them.
Li Hua couldn't understand Jason and Deathstroke's several changes in movements and coordinated tumbling to avoid the attack, just like he couldn't understand the last question in a math test.
From Li Hua's perspective, it was like a piece of half-wet soap falling on the tile floor, spinning and jumping non-stop, knocking away a spinning top, joining the gyroscope battle, and using the slippery soap liquid on his body and the ground, successfully making the opponent's gyroscope dance into the air and complete a 360-degree turn, evolving into a [slippery gyroscope]. Then the two slippery opponents started a fierce and exciting duel.
It was a very entertaining show and the battle was very exciting, but I couldn't understand it.
Why do you chat during a fight? Aren't you afraid that the other party will take the opportunity to knock out your teeth? Aren't you afraid that the other party will take the opportunity to hurt you back?
Are you guys so talkative during actual combat?
The final outcome of this battle, which Li Hua could not understand, ended with Jason being knocked down.
Deathstroke: "It seems that you haven't made any progress on your trip to hell, kid. You..." Do you want to come and join me?
Before the bell could finish its words, Li Hua blurted out, "Why would going to hell make you grow? Have you ever been there?"
Jason died, not went into seclusion. Why do you act as if Jason died in vain if he didn't make any progress?
Death and pain are never necessary for growth. Just like he died, his physical skills are still rubbish.
Death Bell glanced at Li Hua with contempt: "No, but I have been to places more terrifying than hell." He even created many hells on earth with his own hands.
Li Hua: "Anorectal clinic? That place where there's supposedly almost no one cutting in line."
“…”
Deathstroke pointed to his head and asked Jason.
"Your new partner, is there something wrong here?"
If it were any other time, Deathstroke would have taught the other person to control his tongue long ago, but for this young man running around in a skirt...
If an ordinary person says something strange to people, they may think it is a provocation, but if a mentally ill person says something strange to them, most people will just think "he is a mentally ill person" instead of arguing with him.
Because as we all know, arguing with a mentally ill person and trying to understand their thoughts will only bring you closer to a mental hospital.
Jason wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It was caused by Deathstroke's teeth scraping his lip after being elbowed by him. "You are old. You can't keep up with the leaps of thought and the times for us young people, old man."
Seeing Li Hua running towards him in that eye-catching outfit, Death Bell said, "If this aesthetic is also the result of your jumpy thinking, then I think there's nothing wrong with being old-fashioned."
Maybe it was because there was always a guy in the warehouse who interrupted him from time to time and was dressed in eye-catching clothes, so Deathstroke stayed in the warehouse until late at night. According to the employment contract, he beat Li Hua, who was loaded with the [Fight] card, several more times, taught Jason some fighting and killing skills that Batman could not teach, and then left Blüdhaven.
Afterwards, the two men, with bruised faces and noses, rode Li Hua's flying stick to meet Benjamin. Li Hua's purple forehead made Nightwing exclaim: "Oh my God, what's going on?"
The buffs on Li Hua's clothes can block bullets when stacked together. How did he get injured like this?
Li Hua shook the dusty hem of her skirt, which had been damaged by being hung up. "My clothes were damaged, my hair accessories fell off, my wig was tangled like a steel wool ball, and then my buff was reduced."
Nightwing rubbed the hem of Li Hua's skirt. "Pure cotton... no wonder. Considering your fighting style, a wear-resistant, dirt-resistant and waterproof material is more suitable for your battle suit."
If it gets dirty like this, just rinse it with water and it will be clean.
Nightwing's eyes flicked from Benjamin's bright green motorcycle jacket to Jason's motorcycle helmet with a cracked windshield. He suggested, "You need to design a more maneuverable and protective suit. If you don't want to go to Batman, you can ask me."
Benjamin: "No, I don't. I'm very comfortable in this outfit."
Jason's voice sounded a little slurred. "Second, I don't want to wear a tights."
Li Hua: "I don't think I need it. Number 666 said my clothes and wand can be customized through internal channels. It said it's one of the few mall functions I can use now."
Everyone:?
Benjamin: "Can I have it custom-made through your internal channels? What kind of clothes would it be?"
No. 666: "It's not made by humans. It's essentially an automatic sewing machine. The clothes it produces are determined by the design provided by this kid, and the material is determined by the kid's points."
Otherwise, this non-physical system would not be able to pay for a set of clothes for Li Hua right from the start.
Nightwing: "Doesn't the Magic Boy still need to draw cards? We can find many people in this world who are capable of this automatic tailoring function."
No. 666: "Points and experience points from card draws are completely different things. Experience points depend on how much power he can unlock from the organization and increase through his specific experiences. Points, on the other hand, are only calculated when he completes a world quest, based on the difficulty of the quest itself."
Benjamin simply understood it as: "Got it, experience is credits, and credits are wages."
Jason put it bluntly: "Li Hua's current points are equivalent to two days of part-time work—pitifully low."
No. 666: "Correct. And if it's something like magic cards and wands that need to be custom-made, it will be even more expensive, and sometimes it may even cost more than just points."
So it had said it a long time ago that it would have pushed any really useful and easy-to-use function to Li Hua a long time ago, and would not have waited until now.
Li Hua instantly wilted. "Ah, I thought I could finally get a new one. Honestly, I've been worried that if I keep using this wand, I might get a lawyer's letter from the other side of the ocean."
"...It's not impossible to change it." No. 666 said. Li Hua noticed that there was an extra object in the pocket of his beach pants. "I actually have a wand here that I can give you... but it has a small flaw."
Li Hua lifted up the hem of Patrick's skirt and dug into the pocket of his beach pants, and took out a pink five-pointed star fairy wand. The three-dimensional five-pointed star looked very suitable for hitting people.
"This was created by the designer of your buff. The original intention was to create a matching staff. But later it was discovered that the staff had design flaws. In the end, between fixing the numerous bugs and giving up, they chose the latter, and even claimed that magical girls shouldn't have just one look."
Benjamin: "Magical girl?"
No. 666: "Yeah, when he first designed this buff, he was thinking about his deceased daughter, so even the title of the research proposal he submitted was "Magical Girl."
Li Hua tapped the staff in his palm and found it felt good. "What's the flaw with this staff? Explosion? Magical runaway?"
"It's a wand, not a detonator," said No. 666. "It can't be locked, just like a cell phone without a security code. This means anyone with magical talent can use it."
Benjamin stepped forward and asked, "So, can I use Li Hua's magic card with this?"
No. 666: "It's this staff that can't be secured. What does it have to do with the magic cards? All the magic cards are secured with a lock that only this kid can use."
Jason stepped forward, picked up the staff, and studied it, waving it a few times. "I've heard that short staffs increase casting speed, and long staffs increase range. So what does this staff enhance?"
No. 666: "It was originally a staff used to assist with magical girl buffs. The researchers' main purpose in developing it was..."
As Jason swung the wand, several dazzling bands of light instantly spread out from the center of the Little Star Staff, wrapping Jason and the staff into a swirling cocoon of light.
Then, this gorgeous cocoon of light blossomed like a flower bud. In the center of the layers of petals, Jason Todd, a young magician with a blank expression, appeared in a puffy skirt with a bow, long white stockings, and pink leather shoes. He was wearing a gold, red, and white pattern.
"…Transformation, of course."
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