A hundred martial arts, this is ballistics!
Qin Shi used a grappling technique, firmly locking Rengar.
The golden bullet moved as slowly as an old lady crossing the street, wobbling as if it might fall at any moment.
It flew from the horizon and took a full seven minutes to reach Rengar's head!
Even a disabled person in a wheelchair could run far away and "nimbly" dodge it!
"Youngster! You tricked me!"
Rengar initially dismissed it, but as the golden bullet leisurely broke through the atmosphere and got closer, a warning rose in his heart.
I'm in trouble!
Thus, the withered old man shouted angrily, his mortal body swelling several times, veins bulging instantly!
Inches of his skin seemed crawling with worms, flushed and distorted, extremely terrifying!
"Old one, times have changed! Just wait to die!"
Qin Shi had no intention of confronting Rengar head-on; the opponent's turtle-like tactic indeed suppressed the numbers, nullifying his strength.
