The first thing Du Chengfeng picked up to polish was that sling.
The sling was nothing special—two leather straps tied to both ends of a piece of leather. Wu Zhao made it casually and then stood in front of a group of barbarians—and in front of these people was a giant with a height of several zhang, nearly matching the massive bird-like He Xiqing, wielding an equally enormous wooden club with an air of invincibility.
Amidst the terrified discussions of those barbarians, Du Chengfeng learned that this giant was named Goliath, a terrifying creature of legend, sent by a ruthless king to wipe them out on their way to the Promised Land.
And then, there was nothing further. Wu Zhao simply swung the sling, and the stone it released struck the giant's eye, accurately blasting the giant's head.
"Hero! Hero! Hero!"
Seeing Wu Zhao's gallant figure, the previously desperate barbarians were all cheering and jumping with joy.
"A true hero!"
