Chapitre 170: Poison Ivy VS Deathstroke
"Poison Ivy?"
Deathstroke looked at Pamela, whose aura was only intensifying, and carved her name in his memory.
"Pamela, don't be careless. In addition to the samurai sword that Deathstroke holds, he also has various firearms and hidden weapons. He is hiding countless lethal weapons on his body!"
"If you're not careful, he'll get his chance and kill with one hit."
Barbara dragged her damaged body and moved to the corner of the exhibition hall. In her current state, she couldn't face the enemy at all, so she could only cover Pamela from behind.
Additionally, she reminded her of some secret tricks Deathstroke uses.
"I had also grown up hearing Deathstroke's name, Barbara. He is Gotham's and even the world's strongest killer, I dare not be careless with him."
Pamela turned her head and smiled at Barbara.
"No! Pamela, don't take your eyes off Deathstroke!"
Such an act surprised Barbara.
Deathstroke is a professional killer and mercenary. The words morality and rules don't exist in his dictionary. As long as he can kill his enemies, he will do whatever he can.
When his opponent's eyes are looking somewhere else, other than his body, it is his best moment to launch an attack.
With Deathstroke's level of expertise, he certainly wouldn't waste this chance.
Deathstroke's left hand held a knife motionlessly, but his free right hand threw a flying knife swiftly and subtly.
In Barbara's line of sight, the knife flew straight towards Pamela's forehead.
She wanted to remind Pamela, but the throwing knife approached Pamela's face without saying a word.
At this time, Pamela's head hadn't completely turned around…
"Dang!"
At the critical moment, a long cane stretched out from nowhere and flew the flying knife away from Pamela's eyes.
"It seems that you have been undergoing treatment in Arkham Asylum for too long, and you have almost forgotten how to use a throwing knife, Mr. Deathstroke."
Pamela folded her arms and smiled contemptuously.
"So, you can manipulate these plants, is it because of this superpower that you are so confident?"
Deathstroke's tone remained slow.
"Times have changed. Back then, only a few people like you, who were different from normal people, dared to appear in the city."
"That was just a greeting. This was to let you know that, on the battlefield, paying attention to your opponent is the first rule."
Although Deathstroke was watching Pamela and talking, Barbara had a faint feeling that he was addressing her.
Could it be that Deathstroke really wanted to be her teacher?
Barbara felt a sense of absurdity.
"Now that you know how powerful I am, you better get out of here before I kill you, and don't ever pester my friends again!"
Pamela raised her hands, all the plants in the botanical garden moved, and they surrounded Pamela like the most devout guards.
"No one can make me—go away!"
At these words, the murderous aura in Deathstroke's eyes intensified. So what if she is a superpowered person? It's not like he hadn't killed any back then.
"Whoosh!"
Seeing Deathstroke like this, Pamela talked no more.
With a wave of her hand, dozens of vine-like plants that Barbara couldn't name came to Deathstroke from all directions, not giving him a chance to back off.
Deathstroke's eyes scanned the place, and his brain instantly analysed the situation, only to find the weak point of this attack.
"At two o'clock, the elevation angle is 125 degrees, the straight line distance is 3.7 meters, and there are five vines…"
When his analysis was completed, Deathstroke rushed in the direction of two o'clock like lightning, clenching the samurai sword in his left hand, and pulling out a Mini Uzi submachine gun in his right hand.
Hearing the sound of "swoosh", the five vines fell off, and the Deathstroke escaped the encirclement smoothly.
Seeing this, Pamela waved her hand again, and the dozens of remaining vines condensed together and head towards Deathstroke, who had just rushed out of the encirclement.
"Ta-da-da-da-da…"
Who would have thought that this is exactly what Deathstroke wanted? He aimed the submachine gun against the neatly arranged vine plants, only to vent fire, not worrying if he would miss a shot.
Poison Ivy can only stimulate plants without a theoretical limit, and cannot change the nature of plants, so under the attack of submachine guns, these vines were, without exception, broken into two pieces.
Destroying so many plants at once, Deathstroke successfully angered Pamela.
"Deathstroke!"
Listening to Pamela's scream, her ability was activated to a higher level.
The surrounding plants grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the small grass and trees extend out their thick branches.
A towering tree rose from behind Pamela, and the exhibition hall of the botanical garden was instantly burst with swelled plants.
Caught off guard, Deathstroke was firmly bound by a branch stretched out by the giant tree, only his right hand remained outside.
The hand that was originally holding the submachine gun has now been restrained, or perhaps already crushed by the crazy growth of plants.
"You will pay for your actions."
Pamela said in a hateful voice, only to step on a branch and use it to get elevated up to Deathstroke's body, with the two separated by a few meters.
Pamela stretched her hand, held it in the air, made a gesture of pinching something, and then squeezed slowly.
At the same time, the branches that tightly bound Deathstroke also got tighter.
Huge pressure in exchange was applied to his body to cause him severe pain.
From Deathstroke's wide-open left eye and clenched right fist, it is not difficult to guess what kind of torture he is enduring at the moment.
Even so, Deathstroke hadn't uttered a single cry or groan.
On the contrary, when Pamela came up, he showed a sneer.
Unfortunately, this sneer was hidden under the mask and no one could see it.
"You're not as good as your friend."
Deathstroke suddenly said solemnly to Pamela.
"You haven't had the training you deserve. So, even though she doesn't have the ability you have, she's stronger than you!"
"She won't be as careless as you."
"What do you mean by that?"
A bad feeling rose in Pamela's heart.
Suddenly, Deathstroke's clenched fist suddenly threw an object out of his right hand.
"That's an incendiary grenade!"
When Barbara below saw this object, her pupils shrank.
"Boom!"
Under Pamela's unbelievable gaze, the grenade accurately landed on the connection point between the branch and the giant tree at Pamela's feet, and then it exploded.
Not to mention that, as the branches were blown off on the spot, the trunk was also instantly ignited.
In just a few seconds, the giant tree was swallowed by flames.
As the fire spreads, the entire botanical garden will be reduced to ashes, because there are too many combustibles here.
Pamela fell from a height because the branch broke.
She was only about two meters high, hence, Pamela was not injured.
At this time, the branches that tied the Deathstroke naturally became loose, and he took out his samurai sword without hesitation, and the branches were cut off with the slash of his sword.
"I am only cutting these boring plants… But it's okay, my blade will taste your blood soon."
Deathstroke looked at the samurai sword and muttered to himself.
"Pamela, don't bother with Deathstroke, we'd better get out of here as soon as possible."
Barbara came to Pamela's side and said anxiously.
Although Pamela's ability is very strong, in the end, she does not have any combat experience. As a result, there are no guarantees that she will win or not, suddenly facing an opponent as strong as Deathstroke.
At least, so far, Deathstroke is the one that has the upper hand.
"No!"
Pamela looked at the giant tree devoured by the flames and rejected Barbara's suggestion with an enraged expression.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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