Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 464: Chapter 241: Change, Patricide, The Black Judge’s Brand New Mission_2 Chapter 464: Chapter 241: Change, Patricide, The Black Judge’s Brand New Mission_2 He seemed to have become familiar with the werewolf’s attack pattern. Breathing deeply, each time the werewolf launched an assault, he either dodged purely on reflex or used “Blocking Specialization” to reduce the force of the impact.

“Ju Zipi has a strong learning ability. He mastered the Japanese syllabary in less than half a day on our side, and after that, just by observing in the store for a few days, he managed to fluently communicate with customers in Japanese,” Top Bull said. “All in all, this kid is strange, he has some very special traits.”

“Like what?” Ke Mingye asked.

“At first, after killing a few people, he would ask me, ‘Are we right or wrong?’ and feel so guilty he’d cry for those people,” Top Bull said. “Initially, I didn’t pay much attention, but gradually I realized that he’s the kind of person who can empathize with the enemy while precisely and accurately killing them. Later on, I don’t know from which day, he seemed to stop shedding tears for the superhumans he killed. And now… when he kills, he has a smile on his face, saying it makes him more approachable, and that he learned this from the host club.”

As he spoke, he took a deep, harsh breath, “To be honest, I might be starting to lose track of what kind of person he has become.”

“From what you said, it feels like our Dungeon Ju has evolved from a kind-hearted university student into a dark, narrow-eyed character. You Japanese folks really do some serious damage,” Ke Mingye complained in the tone of a square dance auntie, idly picking at his foot skin, his gaze shifting to Ju Zipi. The handsome young man’s face was splattered with blood from the blade, yet there was a faint smile on his lips, and a chilling light flickered in his narrowly opened eyes.

“To tell you the truth, I think we inadvertently awakened a monster,” Top Bull said somberly.

Hearing this, Ke Mingye bowed his head and sighed lightly, “Ah, you Neon people who grew up brainwashed by chuunibyou anime, always like to use these chuunibyou words to describe someone. Doesn’t it make you feel a bit embarrassed?”

“How would you Chinese describe it then?”

Ke Mingye thought for a moment then began a strong and forceful cultural export, “Normally in this situation, we would say ‘awesome’, or ‘really awesome’. If we exaggerate a bit more, then ‘super awesome’.”

“I have an objection,” Fan Quan suddenly said.

“Then you’re not Chinese,” Ke Mingye looked at him.

“No, I’m a feminist, and it’s very unfair to describe someone’s prowess with a male genitalia. Please be careful with your words,” Fan Quan said.

“Then you’re unbeatable, kid.”

Top Bull glanced at the two joking around and felt somewhat puzzled, “Why does it seem like you guys are not very surprised by his performance?”

Fan Quan stood up from the ground and closed his book. Pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, he whispered in a voice only Top Bull could hear, “To tell you the truth, if you have to use ‘monster’ to describe someone, then objectively speaking, there should be someone here who’s even closer to the term.”

Top Bull turned his face towards Ke Mingye.

He squatted on the ground the whole time, with his hands holding weeds and dangling in front of his knees, looking utterly bored.

“Him?” Top Bull asked.

“Who else?”

At that moment, Ju Zipi leaned slightly forward and saw the werewolf transform into a series of afterimages, charging at him from all directions.

Seeing this, he took a light breath, closed his eyes, and at the same time released the form of Rainfall Flow Dragon, reverting the blade back to its normal shape with a dark purple edge that gleamed malevolently in the dark. He lowered his body slightly, withdrawing the blade back into the sheath tied to his waist, both hands gripping the hilt in preparation for a Sword Draw Strike.

In the next instant, the werewolf’s afterimages surged forward from all directions.

At the same time, the Demon Sword Muramasa burst forth from the sheath, like a demon that had devoured countless souls. It carved a moon-like arc through the air, accompanied by a howling cold wind.

The werewolf’s afterimages dispersed all at once, and the real body, which was to the side, was sliced away, flying several meters. Following that, Ju Zipi lifted his right hand toward it, and a bottomless miniature black hole suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. A strong pull emanated from the hole, dragging the werewolf’s body from mid-air towards his open palm.

[Black Suck (C-rank) (Extend your right hand to instantly pull a target in front of your palm side)]
Ju Zipi slightly lowered his wrist, his knuckles bent and then straightened, his hand turning a steaming red with a faint layer of steam grasping the hilt.

[Wrist Overload (D-rank) (Significantly increase the strength of your wrists)]
Then, merely lifting his right hand, he nonchalantly slashed at the werewolf hurtling towards him with the Demon Sword Muramasa in hand.

The somber purple blade slid from the werewolf’s chest to its groin, and in an unimaginably fast speed, he sheathed the blade. The blade had not even a speck of blood, and it was cleanly retracted back into the sheath.

The next moment, the werewolf’s body thudded to the ground, and a massive crack slowly opened up, splitting its body in two.

Ju Zipi’s face was bathed in the freely spurting blood like a spring. Between his slightly grimacing lips, there was a smile that was quaintly innocent yet sinister, as if possessing both attributes at the same time.

[Final Strike!!! (Finisher!!!)]
[Boss Dungeon Werewolf Health: 10% – 0%]