All the way here, Deathstroke had been carrying the slingshot Godslayer had transformed into, so he could activate a backup plan at any moment.
Though it looked a little childish, every weapon had its time to shine. A slingshot might be weaker, but it was still the predecessor of the bow and arrow. Its power depended entirely on the ammunition; used properly, it could kill just as well.
It was just that Su Ming's method was rather unusual. He did not expect the little white pellet in his hand to instantly kill Ulik, the Troll King. He merely intended to disable the opponent's most troublesome Scab Armor.
Some martial arts novels Su Ming had read in his previous life loved descriptions like "drawing the bow like a full moon" or "the arrow flying like a meteor." Clearly, though, such rhetoric could not be used to describe firing a slingshot.
Su Ming merely pinched the white pill between his fingers, aimed at the Troll King, and fired in the most ordinary fashion.
The white bead shot out with a whoosh and landed precisely in Ulik's wide-open, roaring mouth. He swallowed it reflexively, looking completely bewildered.
The thing was not only a little sweet, but also a little fragrant. To describe it using the Trolls' limited culinary vocabulary, it melted in his mouth!
The squirrel, who had been chasing the Troll and swiping at him with her claws, flicked her tail and leaped back dozens of meters. Pausing her assault to catch her breath, she looked at Deathstroke and asked, "Sorcerer Supreme, what did you feed him? Laxatives?"
"No. Laxatives are still too low-tech. Today, you get to admire the effects of high-tech medicine combined with magic." The slingshot in his hand transformed back into a Lightsaber. Its glow twisted several times