Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 359

Chapter 359: Chapter 207: Major Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Eleven)_3

“They’ve all been called over, but it seems like it doesn’t have much of a social network to speak of.”

“Senior, just admit it, I saved your brother, didn’t I?”

“Alright, I take back what I said just now.”

As the two exchanged words, the battlefield was on the verge of erupting. Flint, having gone completely mad after his transformation, snapped his greatsword in half, turning it into two massive blade pieces that he held in his left and right hand, looking ferocious and unstoppable. The thunderous, booming breaths that resounded through the curtain of rain showcased his savagery and wild nature.

“He’s gotten stronger,” Ke Xiaomo remarked.

“I can see that without you telling me,” Black Wukong frowned, her expression grim beneath her mask.

In the midst of their conversation, Flint stomped on the ground, creating a spider-web-like huge pit instantly. His figure, like a blood-red cannonball, erupted forth. Accompanied by deafening roars that tore through the curtain of rain, he had already reached the front of Black Wukong.

His rough hand grasping the blade, he smashed it down towards Black Wukong’s head.

Black Wukong was stunned for half a second, her pupils reflecting the oncoming broken blade.

“So fast!” she thought.

However, in that instant, Ke Xiaomo became a streak of shadow flitting past, drawing Black Wukong’s figure several meters away. Flint’s blade hit nothing but air, but the residual wind from his swing cracked and trembled the earth, causing rainwater to swirl and scatter.

“We must make this a quick fight, his wounds from before are healing, and as we continue to fight him, he’s only going to get stronger,” Ke Xiaomo quickly stated.

Black Wukong gasped, nodding with trepidation, reaching a consensus with him.

“I can’t keep up with his speed… but you can, so you’ll be his target,” she declared, whistling for the Somersault Cloud and stepping firmly onto it.

“No problem…”

With that, Ke Xiaomo took a deep breath. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it, but he couldn’t let himself down in front of his sister.

As soon as he finished speaking, Flint was already charging at him. Ke Xiaomo’s form blurred into ink, shuttling back and forth on the rain-drenched streets like a drop of ink leaping around on a watercolor painting.

He dodged Flint’s pursues over and over again, while Black Wukong, standing on the Somersault Cloud high in the sky, dared not act rashly, only surrounding Flint with Samadhi True Fire, scorching his flesh.

Yet, Flint, unafraid of flames, burst through the fire curtain without hesitation every time, launching a furious assault on Ke Xiaomo from within a plume of white smoke. As if liberated, his speed became faster and faster, and Ke Xiaomo was struggling more and more to dodge, barely avoiding the blade in Flint’s hands each time.

“Roar–!”

The giant’s roar echoed through the streets. In pursuit, utility poles, billboards, and traffic light posts were knocked down, creating an endless rumbling sound in the rain, like a long shot dragged out longer and longer.

The moment Ke Xiaomo appeared at the end of the street, he raised his eyes to Black Wukong in the sky.

Their eyes met, and it seemed at that moment, they had reached a mutual understanding.

They had to go big, or within a little longer, Flint would become unreasonably stronger.

“In such a short time… can I use it a second time… as long as, my body can withstand it.”

Ke Xiaomo thought to himself, slightly closing his eyes. When he opened them again, a vast shadow had unfolded behind him, gradually assuming the shape of a fierce bird.

In the next instant, he merged with the shadow heart, his figure completely enveloped within.

Black Wukong leaped down from the Somersault Cloud above, harnessing the positional advantage of the high-altitude fall to charge her strength. Simultaneously, her body rapidly rotated, the tip of her staff pointing downward directly at Flint’s head. The Samadhi True Fire that clung to her staff, during the fall and rotation, gradually transformed into a blazing tempest, enveloping Black Wukong’s entire body.

In the end, she was like a phoenix soaring inversely in the rain curtain, striking Flint with a bright golden-red firelight.

In an instant, the shadow fierce bird and the true flame tempest both struck Flint.

Amidst the deafening scream, Flint raised both arms. His left hand, holding a blade shard, caught Ke Xiaomo’s shadow sword, and his other hand, holding the massive blade shard, intercepted the true flame tempest.

In a flash, red and black lit up the entire world, engulfing the torrential rain with an unstoppable force.

The giant howled, his body nearly shattering inch by inch under the onslaught of the dual forces, turning into a spray of blood merging into the rain.

His feet sank deeper and deeper into the collapsing pits, until it seemed like he was almost buried in the ground.

Just then, the chunks of Flint’s gigantic swords were nearly burnt to ash by the powerful attacks, but the moves of Ke Xiaomo and Black Wukong were nearing their end.

Flint, although riddled with countless gaping wounds, a sight of desolation, with not a single inch of intact skin left, just bone and gristle, still stood erect on the earth like an unyielding Buddha statue, unshakable.

His red heart pumped vigorously within his breastbone.

Finally, Ke Xiaomo and Black Wukong both retreated from his side in a quick, electrifying moment, creating a significant gap between them.

Ke Xiaomo lay limp on the ground like a mummy, his form unable to move. The shadow sword in his hand dissipated into thousands of fine black threads into the shadow at his feet. His head drooped as he gasped for breath.

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