Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 358: Chapter 207: Major Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Eleven)_2

The giant sword’s blade was inches away, its wind howling like thunder, explosively resounding.

Ke Xiaomo’s form dissolved into a splatter of ink, as if washed away by wind and rain, vanishing in an instant from the spot. Then, in a flash, he appeared at Flint’s left side. He and Black Wukong attacked Flint from both sides, Flint lifting his giant sword and using the hilt to block Ke Xiaomo’s shadow sword, then using his elbow to block the staff burning with intense flames.

The next moment, Flint’s elbow shattered. Dark blood oozed out, merging into the torrential rain that almost engulfed the world, disappearing instantly.

“Arrrgghhhh!!!”

He roared, using his unmatched strength to shake off the two assailants, even stopping the rain in its tracks.

Black Wukong stepped onto the Somersault Cloud, Ke Xiaomo kept his guard, ready to slip into the shadows. They could see that Flint, after a deadly battle, was far slower than before. Even though the brute was tough-skinned, if they leveraged their speed advantage to wear him down in a war of attrition, they could eventually grind him down to death.

Flint knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, as the torrential rain continuously pounded on his back, nearly crushing his body like a waterfall.

His hands deeply embedded into the asphalt, the blood from his fingertips dyeing the rainwater red.

“I…”

He turned his face slightly, staring at Sisteruo’s corpse, his face convulsing violently, his expression both sorrowful and furious, “I absolutely can’t… fall here. I have to… avenge them.”

Flint murmured to himself, clutching at his chest as if it was about to tear apart, slightly closing his heavy eyelids. Memories flooded from the blankness of his brain like tides, trembling every nerve in his brain.

That girl in the wheelchair hung her head, said with an obscured gaze: “I have no name, children like us don’t need names, we only need to struggle, struggle, struggle, die, and then… be forgotten by the world.”

Lin Ke and Howard fell silent for a while, exchanging glances.

“Then from now on… you’ll be called Sisteruo, ” Lin Ke said, “It’s the name of someone we knew.” She paused, “But she died.”

“How could you name her without asking if she agreed?”

Howard stroked his stubbled chin, speaking helplessly.

“Alright, then I will be called ‘Sisteruo’ from now on.”

Sisteruo said, pausing briefly then lifting her eyes to look at Flint, who was standing far away in the corner observing them, “May I ask… that person, why doesn’t he speak to me, did I do something wrong?”

“No, he just doesn’t want to scare you, ” Lin Ke responded with a casual shrug, “Anyone would be startled by seeing such a bulky figure for the first time, let alone a child like you.”

Hearing this, Sisteruo hesitated for two or three seconds, spun her wheelchair around, and slowly approached Flint.

Flint’s gaze darted away, he slightly turned his face, trying not to be too imposing.

“Hello, may I know your name is…” she lifted her head, her gaze fixed on Flint’s grim, somber face without a trace of fear or disgust.

Flint turned back to her, staring into those clear eyes, momentarily frozen.

She didn’t blink for even a second, did not avert her gaze, did not show fear, just remained calm, looking intently at his face.

Flint froze for a long time, for the first time feeling that he might not be as ugly as he imagined, seeing his reflection in those clear, innocent eyes, even his hateful face seemed cleaner.

It was as if… he was accepted by this girl who was not yet ten.

After a long pause, he slightly opened his mouth, hoarsely said, “My name is, Flint…cs.”

“Hello, Flintcs, ” Sisteruo said, “Thank you for letting me stay among you.”

“You’re welcome.”

At that moment, Flint suddenly opened his eyes, tearing open the torn piece of cloth on his chest. A blood-red emblem engraved on his chest caught everyone’s eyes. Despite the rain beating on his chest, it could not wash away the color of this emblem at all.

This was the curse emblem carved into his body after he drank the blood of the Blood Clan’s progenitor, making a deal with the demon. Only upon nearing death could he use the curse’s power, offering his soul to the demon, thus becoming a Half Blood Clan member while gaining a part of the power of the Blood Clan’s progenitor, Icaria.

This power included extreme Self-Rejuvenation Power, reaction speed, and explosive muscular strength.

Now, with the emblem emitting a red light, Flint’s eyes also glowed with a crimson ferocity. He completely lost his reason, his face overshadowed by dark shadows, his breathing gradually becoming heavier, each inch of his muscles swelling up like small mountains, visibly healing quickly from his previous injuries.

“You… will pay the price.” he rasped.

“Senior, what should we do?” Xiaohongmao asked softly.

“Don’t get close, provide long-range support.” Ash furrowed his brows, surveying the surroundings, “Where is that strange thing, wasn’t it supposed to be powerful, why has it disappeared now…”

“I feel it’s nothing but a riddler otherwise, senior, you’re overestimating it.” Xiaohongmao said.@@novelbin@@

“Is that how you talk about your grandmother?”

“I thought about it…it might be off to find someone to fight its battles, it can’t really do anything else besides getting others to fight for it.”

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