However, when she broke through the waves and stepped onto the land, she found things were not quite as she had imagined.
There was no sign of any fishing boats around, the sea was merely visited by some seabirds like seagulls flying around.
She looked at these flying enemies with disdain, mobilized her water control ability, and the seawater formed dense arrows, shooting fiercely into the sky. Those 'fish killers' that were originally chirping joyfully suddenly plunged into the water one by one, and countless fish immediately began to tear them apart, turning them into pools of blood.
Although seagulls are annoying, they are clearly not the kind of animals that can harm sharks. The perpetrators of such evil deeds could only be humans.
Suppressing her revulsion, she carefully examined the location of the beach, and sure enough, she saw two obvious fresh bloodstains on the rocks by the sea.
The bloodstains meandered up the mountain, and the direction in which the rocks moved also pointed toward the peak, indicating that someone dragged a bleeding prey up the mountain. Judging by the size, it should be her deceased shark friends.
At this moment, she smelled some smoky flavor, along with a strange aroma of roasted meat.
This scent mixed with a salty and fishy smell, which she had tasted when she didn't yet know she was a mixed blood.
Grilled seafood.
Ci'en Port is a fishing port where she grew up, naturally relying on fish as a source of food.
But after she learned about her origins, she naturally detested all earth surface people who ate fish, and as she considered it her hometown, she unilaterally felt that the residents here should set an example for all surface dwellers by ceasing all fishing activities.
The fishermen here have already been driven away by her using various means, leaving only the elderly or those unable to go to sea in the town.
The former fishermen? Some are dead, and others have been driven inland by harsh sea conditions to make a living. In any case, Ci'en Port absolutely does not allow anyone to harm fish, or they will face the 'Sea God's wrath.'
If it weren't for the childhood memories of the Sea Queen here, wanting to secretly hide away, she would have devoured this tiny town with a tsunami long ago.
Yet, at this moment, someone boldly killed two sharks and shamelessly started a barbecue not far from the coast. The direction of the rising smoke is near her old home, at the base of the lighthouse, where her father was buried.
People in North America do not eat sharks; hunting sharks is either for fun or to show bravado. Now this sudden smoke is definitely an insult.
As the daughter of the lighthouse keeper, she often climbed up and down the lighthouse with her father in her youth, and their lives revolved around the lighthouse.
At that time, she always gazed out over the endless sea, imagining what was on the other side of the ocean, listening to her father's stories about mariners.
But later, she learned about her origins, and her attitude toward humans fishing for marine life clashed with her father's. She felt more connected to her mother under the sea, and her human father suddenly seemed alien to her, like a different species.
Her mother died in a revolt, she ascended the throne, exterminated all opposition, but shortly after, her father was also assassinated by Black Manta. She buried him under the lighthouse.
Her last shred of humanity was buried with him, and since then, she has had nothing to do with humans; she is an Atlantean.
But now, someone has peeled away her queenly shell, reminding her that she is actually the daughter of the lighthouse keeper, and killed her friends, burning the bodies...
This is simply courting death!
She clenched the Trident in her hand, seawater slowly cascading from it, reflecting dazzling light in the morning sun.
The ocean was behind her, serving as her steadfast support.
Gazing at the bright red bloodstains on the ground, she once again set foot on the familiar path, heading from the docks to the lighthouse, which was once her home, and now her enemy is there.
Eliminate the enemy, hoist him on the flames with the Trident, then let her companions in the water also taste human flesh, and finally raze this small town to the ground, bidding farewell to the past completely!
As the stone path under her feet gradually shortened, she finally saw it.
A person wearing a strange hood had built a big bonfire in front of her father's grave, with two sharks skewered upside down next to the fire like roasting corn.
The person could not be distinguished as male or female, but she could see him quickly turning a small branch acting as a grill, using the other hand to sprinkle salt in a peculiar manner.
The salt flowed rustlingly from the bottle, passing over his forearm and elbow, evenly sprinkled over the grilled fish.
"Hmm... injecting the soul."
The silhouette seemed to be talking to himself; however, his voice was so loud as if deliberately meant for her to hear.
This person was none other than Su Ming. Deathstroke's equipment was quite comprehensive, and as a mercenary, since he might delve deep into deserted areas for long periods, he actually carried a small bottle of salt.
Despite being a modified super soldier, without salt, his stamina would deplete over time.
This salt was not just for seasoning food but was used for emergency first aid in the wild; saline could replenish electrolytes, alleviate the aftermath of massive blood loss, or disinfect wounds.
In some underdeveloped regions, salt could even be used as hard currency to trade for some assistance.
Having seen the Sea Queen arriving, he deliberately took out the salt, acting leisurely as he sprinkled it over the grilled fish. If it were really about eating, how could this modest amount of salt suffice for two sharks?
He intended solely to provoke the Sea Queen.
In the Main World, King Arthur wasn't known for being crafty, similar to Thor next door. Once provoked, his mind would mostly be consumed with boldness.
One must admit he had the capital for brashness, with strength a thousand times that of an ordinary man, and his divine power rendering him invulnerable to most conventional weapons.
Sea King always served the role of the main tank within the Justice League. Anyway, the plans were usually devised by Batman, who said to fight the boss, and would often not assign him overly complex tactics, just hassle the enemy.
Hit and get knocked back, climb up and go again, repeat until unable to move.
His large size, loud voice, and toughness made him convenient for drawing enemy attention, creating output opportunities for Superman, Diana, and Lantern Hero. Typically, at this stage, Batman and Barry would handle the minor enemies on the periphery; one didn't want to kill, and the other didn't dare to kill.
Apart from being an organization against alien threats, the Justice League also held hidden implications of Batman using the others for supervision.
Truly accounting for which major enemy was beaten to death by Sea King... there really was none. When push came to shove in a life-or-death scenario, people had to look to Diana.
A well-trained warrior and a dock boy self-taught halfway were entirely different when it came to adhering to basic laws while attempting to kill.
...............
Now, as long as he enrages her, making her temporarily forget to muster the terrifying power of the ocean, Su Ming would have a chance.
"You... killed my friends! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!"
Indeed, seeing this person cooking leisurely in front of her eyes, the action of sprinkling salt was so flashy that the Sea Queen's eyes turned red instantly. How dare a human eat marine creatures, such noble and kind beings?
Without hesitation, she flung the Trident in her hand like a javelin. Su Ming couldn't possibly catch it forcefully, given his current disadvantage in strength.
He could catch it, but he would undoubtedly be dragged and flown away.
He lay down and immediately rolled away, dodging the lightning-fast attack.
The Trident hit the chair where Su Ming had been sitting with a loud crash, shattering the stones and wood into pieces that flew into the sky, carrying the morning dew.
The Sea Queen immediately lunged over, forcing Su Ming back with a punch before pulling out the Trident and thrusting it directly at his chest.
Her strength was great, but her speed wasn't remarkable; no matter how heavy the attack, missing was a waste.
Deathstroke's physical fitness and killing skills granted him not only quick reflexes but mastery over all weapons. Having regained more memories, as the Master of All Weapons, he knew more about Trident techniques than the Sea Queen.
This kind of thing was not technically a weapon early on; historically, it originated during Middle Ages peasant uprisings when they lacked proper weapons, only having farm tools and fishing implements.
Things like grass forks, hoes, rakes, fishing spears, and sickles were more or less passed down from that era.
While the Celestial Dynasty might have a history with something like a steel fork, similar to a Trident, at least there were attack patterns, this in the hands of the Sea King, truly held no technical depth.
Anyway, it relied on pure brute force, stabbing, sweeping, smashing, merely a few moves, with zero innovation.
Su Ming easily dodged, someone with only brute force wasn't a significant threat to a top-level Martial Artist, as long as he dodged carefully, she couldn't hit him.
He had meticulously lured the Sea Queen onto land, now at least holding geographical advantages, was also prepared with a deadly weapon, what did the Sea Queen have to contend against him?
Once again evading the Trident's head thrust, he smoothly slid past the Sea Queen.
"Barry? Do you still want to eat fish or not? If you don't move soon, the fish will be overcooked!"