Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 247: Chapter 166 Witch Black Rose X Black Wukong X Mr. Ninja_3

Staff Twirling.

It was a move often used by Sun Wukong in Chinese mythology. When Black Wukong employed this technique, she even added Samadhi True Fire onto the staff, making the twirling staff bloom with scorching flames, capable of burning away all evil spirits.@@novelbin@@

“Somewhat skilled.”

Witch Black Rose’s beautiful eyes slightly widened, taking in the scene with interest, and then she manipulated the thorns beneath her to transform again, instantly lifting her figure above the ground and putting some distance between her and Black Wukong.

After Black Wukong used the twirling staff to clear away the thorns, her form followed and fell toward the ground. A pitch-black cloud came flying from afar and caught her heels just before she landed.

“Who are you?” the Witch asked, raising her chin curiously at the uninvited guest.

“That’s what I should be asking you.”

A cold and neutral voice came from behind Black Wukong’s monkey mask, lacking any gender characteristics.

She then raised her fiery golden eyes, glancing from the corner of her eye towards the blue owl trapped in the thorns a short distance away.

Upon seeing this, she lifted her left arm, and crimson-gold flames blazed up, burning away the thorns entangling the blue owl, Bai Yi, and the nun in just two seconds.

Bai Yi’s wings, punctured by the thorns and riddled with openings, retracted in an instant, tucking back into his shoulder blades. His consciousness fuzzy, he fell from mid-air but was caught by the nun’s telekinetic grip and carried into her arms.

“Is he okay?!”

The blue owl swiftly approached the nun, his gaze shifting to the barely breathing Bai Yi.

The nun spoke solemnly, “He’s alive. These wounds aren’t too serious for him. With his healing abilities, he should recover in a day or two.”

“Saved.” Bai Yi’s eyelids trembled as he pried his face from the nun’s grasp, looking fuzzily towards Black Wukong’s silhouette, and rasped in a hoarse whisper: “It’s Black Wukong…”

“Black Wukong?”

Murmuring to himself, the blue owl likewise set his gaze on Black Wukong’s figure.

“Divine Communicator, Vigilante,” the nun said. “With him here, we should be safe.”

On the other side, Witch Black Rose caressed her lips with her slender fingers, her pupils suddenly brightening as she slightly curved the corners of her lips and said.

“Oh, I remember now, the Divine Communicator… Black Wukong.”

Without a reply, Black Wukong silently lifted her staff, pointing its iron-wrapped tip at Witch Black Rose’s figure.

At the same instant, a figure suddenly swept up from the shadows. He was dressed in a black ninja outfit and wore a ninja mask forged from metal on his face, only his dark and sharp eyes were visible.

The moment the ninja’s gaze met Black Wukong’s, a flash of surprise crossed his pupils. He quickly turned his head, casting his eyes towards the blue owl not far away.

“Who’s this now?” After a brief shock, the blue owl turned and asked Bai Yi and the nun beside him.

“Don’t know,” the nun replied.

Bai Yi, struggling to keep his eyelids open, observed the figure dressed in the ninja garb and said in a hoarse whisper, “Judging by the outfit, seems like a ninja?”

The nun covered his eyes with her hand and said, “Stop struggling. Go to sleep, I’ll take you to the hospital.” As she spoke, the nun used her telekinesis to lift Bai Yi’s body and headed towards the end of the street.

She turned her head to give the blue owl a glance: “Aren’t you leaving?”

“I want to see what happens. You take Bai Yi to the hospital first and also request assistance from the association,” he said without looking back, his eyes fixed on the silhouettes of the ninja and Black Wukong.

“Alright then, although Black Wukong is here, remember to run if there’s danger.”

“Got it.”

After their exchange, the nun quickly carried Bai Yi through the dense thorns, leaving the desolate street behind.

On the other side, Witch Black Rose cocked her head and stared disdainfully at the ninja emerging from the shadows, asking Black Wukong, “Who is this, your friend?”

Black Wukong was equally puzzled and stared silently at the taciturn ninja.

At this moment, Ke Xiaomo, seeing the blue owl still lively and hopping about, seemingly only lightly injured, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

When he opened his eyes again, a sword-like clarity flowed in his pupils, chilling to the core.

Ke Xiaomo turned his head and, through the ninja mask, looked indifferently at Black Rose as if he were looking at a dead person.

He then slowly raised his right hand, shadows flowing from his fingertips, instantly coalescing into a long tachi.

At the same time, accompanied by a resounding eagle cry that echoed through the sky, a pitch-black predatory bird, crafted from shadows, rose slowly from behind him, almost enveloping him within it.

Seeing this, Black Wukong instinctively spurred the Somersault Cloud beneath him to retreat a great distance, putting space between him and Ke Xiaomo, while the spark of surprise flickered in his fiery, golden eyes.

“So strong…” Bai Qiuwu murmured in a daze behind her monkey mask.

Even having put such a distance between them, she could still feel clearly the terrifying killing intent emanating from above the dark predatory bird.

It was a resolve Bai Qiuwu had never seen before, like a furiously erupting volcano, or a grim, boundless ice sea.

Contained within it was a will forged through a thousand trials, like the sunset suspended over a valley, eternally undying…

And at that moment, as the image of that predatory bird reflected in her pupils, the composed expression on the Witch’s face began to change.

What on earth is this?

How come I’ve never heard of such a person?

Witch Black Rose bit her lip, her expression growing serious as she pondered for a moment, then violently raised her magic wand.

The nearly shattered gem burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance, followed by millions of thorns breaking through the ground, surrounding her tightly like a fortress.

The next moment, the gigantic predatory bird flapped its wings, and with a deafening roar, took to the sky, plummeting from the pitch-black night with a screeching dive.

It was almost an event that occurred in 0.1 seconds, fleeting.

From within the deafening sonic boom, the predatory bird, with a cascade of shadows, swooped down from the heavens. Its sharp beak and steel-like wings effortlessly tore open the thorny fortress as if slicing through a layer of tofu.

Immediately after, a shadow-forged tachi cleaved through Black Rose’s waist, leaving behind a gash deep to the bone.

The predatory bird then dissipated into thousands of shadow strands in mid-air, revealing Ke Xiaomo’s true form. He stood behind Black Rose, sword poised in the void, his ninja outfit rustling in the night breeze.

Before the Witch could react, dark purple blood burst from her waist and splattered noisily all over the ground.

Her pale face still held an expression of disbelief as her body began to slowly topple toward the ground.

“Damn, what is this thing?” gasped the blue owl, staring wide-eyed at the scene.

Black Wukong also looked at the ninja’s silhouette with surprise. Being many times stronger than the blue owl, she could better grasp the chasm-like difference in strength between herself and the ninja.

The gaze behind Bai Qiuwu’s mask flickered, and she thought that if she had been the ninja’s target, her fate would have been similar to Black Rose’s, with even the most robust defenses being shattered in an instant.

After a moment, the ninja took a slight breath, turned his head, and said to Black Wukong in a robust, disguised voice, “I spared her life. You take her to the police station; the police will be responsible for sending her to the superhuman prison.”

As his words fell, he glanced at the blue owl one more time through the mask, then melted into a pool of ink-like shadow, splashing toward the ground, leaving no trace behind.

Only then did Black Wukong breathe a sigh of relief, her right hand, which had been gripping the Jingu Bang beneath her metal gauntlet, was already covered in cold sweat.

She could hardly imagine, if the ninja had been her enemy, how she would have survived the night. Most crucially, the blue owl was still here. According to the strange thing’s claim, he was very likely Mingye.

With that thought, Black Wukong slowly turned around, the Jingu Bang positioned behind her as she turned her face to the side, looking across the half-street distance at the blue owl, their gazes meeting from afar.

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