Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Chapter 192 Qing Ya’s Guidance_2

Upon hearing this, Qing Ya said without hesitation, “Then make it twenty rotations.”

“Uh… are you sure?”

“A piece of advice for you…” Qing Ya’s voice was ominously low.

“What advice?”

“You could talk less.”

“Talking more can disrupt the enemy’s thought process, which is better than just throwing silent punches.”

“Then you’re not doing it well enough,” Qing Ya said coldly. “Those who are skilled at verbal attacks can hit the enemy’s weak spots precisely with cutting words; unlike you, whose speech lacks focus and is simply senseless rambling, only serving to annoy.”

“Isn’t being annoying enough of a distraction?”

Blue Owl thought otherwise.

Qing Ya did not pursue the matter further, but instead asked, “The speed… does it have to be one rotation per second?”

“Exactly.” Blue Owl nodded. “Otherwise, I can’t get the right feel, which might just be a limitation of this superpower.”

As he spoke, he slightly curved his lips, “Just five more rotations, are you sure you don’t want to step back? Don’t underestimate my abilities just because I’m new.”

“Unleash your superpower… at me.”

Qing Ya spoke calmly, even though he could feel the power accumulating in Blue Owl’s arm swelling to an exaggerated extent, his tone remained utterly unwavering.

“Alright… since you say so.”

The moment his words fell, Blue Owl’s arm completed the twentieth rotation.

A system notification sounded in his ears.

[Accumulated rotary arm rotations: 20 rotations, reaching the limit, the power stored in the arm is now 10 times the original–]

[Triggered Level B Skill– “Rotary Arm Fist-Guessing Skill” Effect Two: Release all the accumulated power in a random Fist-Guessing (choosing from rock, paper, scissors), and depending on the Fist-Guessing result, there are three different skill effects.]

Blue Owl’s right arm thrust forward.

Then, carrying a blast of wind, his clenched fist swung forward.

He thought, since Qing Ya was maintaining such a distance, Fist-Guessing outcomes of “rock” or “scissors” should not be able to reach him.

For Qing Ya to be touched at that distance, the only possibility would be “paper.”

Result…

It indeed turned out to be paper.

Blue Owl’s right hand involuntarily splayed open, his palm facing Qing Ya’s figure.

On the verge of triggering, the situation had become irreversible.

[This Fist-Guessing result is “paper”, skill effect as follows: When you choose paper, launch a beam of energy (the power and reach of the energy beam depend on the strength of your arm, the stronger the arm, the more powerful and farther the beam travels).]

In a blink, Blue Owl’s palm, wrapped in a metallic glove, was enveloped by a light so dazzling, almost resembling the aurora. Beneath him, the silvery metallic floor seemed to distort under the force field, creating a mirage of sea cucumbers.

Only he himself knew this was a skill effect, like the farewell laughter of a Deception Puppet, but the sight must have seemed utterly baffling from Qing Ya’s perspective.

The next moment, golden lights flowed from his fingertips converging into a point at the center of his palm, and from there, a beam of light, a meter in diameter, burst forth.

The oncoming beam was agile like a dragon, illuminating the uniform silvery metal like a torch, reflecting a roaring beam within Qing Ya’s pupils.

However, his gaze remained utterly unpanicked, as calm as a dark rock standing resolute among raging tides.

Bang–!!!

A thunderous boom resonated through the metallic space. In a flash, Qing Ya’s body was swallowed by the Fist-Guessing Skill’s beam of light, instantly turning to ash.

Yet the beam of light continued unimpeded like a roaring unstoppable beast, thundering towards the testing room’s metallic walls, violently tearing through them.

What the hell?

Where’s the old man? Did I really just finish him off?

Half-kneeling, Blue Owl’s right arm drooped powerless to the floor, his eyes flickering with bewilderment.

Having just seen Qing Ya swallowed by his own energy beam, he froze for two seconds, then turned his head around, but Qing Ya’s figure was nowhere to be seen, causing sweat to bead on his forehead slightly.

After a while, the residual effects of the energy beam completely faded, leaving silence and black smoke enveloping the metallic space.

“Uh… Comrade Qing Ya, are you okay?”

In the silence so deep it seemed one could hear a pin drop, Blue Owl barely opened his mouth, tentatively speaking towards the dense smoke.

“For a new superpower user…”

The next moment, accompanied by a ghostly voice, Qing Ya suddenly appeared at his side, both of them gazing at that thick curtain of smoke, and he added, “Not bad.”

“Are you sure it’s just ‘not bad’?”

As he spoke, Blue Owl stood up from the ground, patting the dust off his metallic glove, “I feel like my power has skyrocketed. Commander Che told me these walls are made from a special alloy. Logically, managing to blast a big hole in it is pretty impressive, right?”

He turned to look at Qing Ya’s profile, thinking it was the first time he had so closely observed the old man dressed in battle gear.

Due to the structure and function of the helmet, Ke Youqing’s eye shape and color were different from normal, so it was unrealistic to recognize his identity just from the contours of his eyes. For Blue Owl, the face he saw was cold and strange, like an executioner born in the inferno.

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