The Kryptonite spike in his hand had already been enlarged with Pym Particles, but compared with the gigantic hand still descending before him, it was not particularly large.
It needed to be thicker and longer. It did not need to become a greatsword relative to Rao's current size, but it could not remain at the level of a wooden stake.
The giant hand seemed slow as it descended, yet it was actually fast. It only appeared sluggish because it was so enormous. To Deathstroke, facing it head-on, it was like a star falling from the sky—truly an overwhelming sight.
His own size had not changed, because there was no need for it. In this situation, being small was better.
The Kryptonite spike's diameter was now comparable to the east-west span of North America. It was enough to have some fun with.
"I stab."
Without another word, Su Ming instantly turned into a streak of flowing light. Hugging the stone pillar, which differed vastly from his own size, he drove its sharpened end into the other party's palm and opened a wound.
Ordinary sounds could not travel through space, yet Su Ming heard Rao cry out in pain.
"Ah!"
The giant hand immediately withdrew even faster than it had come. At the same time, a pained expression appeared on Rao's distant face.
It was somewhat blurry, but its outline could still be seen amid the intense light.
The giant hand's advance had been stopped. It was as though Rao had only now noticed someone standing in his way. His star-like body, radiating light and heat, halted in space, and his gaze, seeming to carry infinite heat, fell upon Deathstroke.
"It's you, human."
"I thought you had already seen me when I arrived, hehe. So stop playing dumb and tell me your