Superman's End Manual

Suddenly, Black Wukong raised his golden cudgel, held it horizontally, and blocked Black Judge's path.

"Divine being, what do you mean by this?"

"The judge asked in a deep voice."

"Don't go any further."

She listened to the dragon's dying cry, her head bowed, her pupils behind the mask shimmering with complex light.

The Black Judge looked up at her and remained silent for a moment.

Although Bai Qiuwu seemed to have changed her voice through some means, he could tell that this was his sister's way of speaking.

Her voice was as calm as possible, devoid of any emotion, yet her tone was...

They are pleading.

"Whatever your reason... get out of the way." The Black Judge's tone was almost commanding. "You should be able to see that the dragon is evolving, and it will be too late if you wait any longer."

"I'm sorry... I can't do it."

Black Wukong spoke almost word by word, his pupils behind the mask glowing crimson, and the shaft of his golden cudgel ignited with Samadhi True Fire.

Not far away, Magical Girl Ash watched the two figures. She was about to rush over and say, "We finally managed to seriously injure that dragon, what are you two dawdling for? Hurry up and finish it off!"

But at this moment, her magical dress was already appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Ash's magic was nearly exhausted in the two consecutive battles, and she had also used up the few "magic replenishment" cards stored in her spellbook. She didn't know why the Black Judge and Black Wukong had gotten into a fight, but she took advantage of the fact that the two weren't paying attention to her, opened Cinderella's umbrella, and flew to a nearby alley, where she then deactivated her transformation.

Bai Zini held the folding umbrella in one hand, crossed her arms over her chest with the other, and leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, she raised an eyebrow and suddenly remembered something important.

"Oh no, bro, it seems like we're still in the movie theater!"

At the same time, at the entrance of MixC.

"I'll give you three last seconds..." The Black Judge lowered his mask. "If you don't get out of my way, I'll kill you and that dragon the same way."

Black Wukong remained steadfastly guarding the entrance, refusing to budge an inch.

She silently raised the golden cudgel, slowly lifted her eyes, and pointed the cudgel at the Black Judge.

However, at that very moment, a humanoid figure with a gray aura released its spider silk and descended from the sky, landing between the two, and slowly raised its two arms.

"Why does the atmosphere have to be so... stiff?" The strange thing lowered its empty eyes, grinned, and slowly said, "We're all friends, aren't we?"

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye—a white-haired girl.

Then it paused, turned to look at the Black Judge, and said quietly, "If you insist, Judge, there is actually a better way to deal with that dragon, but it will require you to be patient."

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Chapter 119 Major Event 1: The Battle of the Dragon Ninja (End)

Five minutes ago, on the third floor of MixC Mall, in the emergency passage leading to the fourth floor.

A young man with dreadlocks, wearing a denim jacket over a rock band logo T-shirt, grabbed the white-haired girl by the hair, lifted her cold body, and slammed it against the wall.

With veins bulging on his right hand, he gripped Bai Ziling's neck with all his might, almost crushing her bones.

Only after confirming that she had completely stopped breathing did the young man mutter to himself, feeling rather bored.

"So that's all vampires are like, relying on sucking the blood of others to steal superpowers, with bat-like wings. But they are truly a rare species. I once heard the sect leader mention them, I didn't expect they actually exist in reality."

As he spoke, he released the girl's neck, letting her body slide off the wall and slump to the ground.

Then the young man sat down on the steps, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it with a lighter, and stared blankly at the empty ceiling.

He was originally the sect leader's third disciple, named Li Xiaoluo, but he left the Ninja Sect to pursue his dream of becoming a rock singer. However, he has been doing terribly in the rock scene over the years, barely able to afford a hot meal.

Just when he was about to give up on his dream and find a job to live a normal life, he suddenly received a message from the sect leader.

He trembled as he opened the scroll, which instructed him to come to Huanjing and gather the strength of the people to kill the last calamity dragon.

At the end of the scroll, the sect leader wrote a sentence: "I will go down the mountain to watch every one of your concerts. You sing well and live your own life. It's too early to give up now, isn't it, Aro?"

For some reason, Li Xiaoluo stared at that sentence for a long time, tears streaming down his face, wetting the cigarette in his hand. He was in a daze for a long time, then decided to continue his singing career.

But he also secretly resolved to help the sect leader complete the final dragon-slaying mission, which is why he came here. So many years have passed, and he finds himself still disgusted by fighting and killing.

He originally only planned to guard this emergency passage and leave the rest to the other brothers, but unexpectedly he encountered a superhuman with extraordinary skills and was almost killed by her.

Li Xiaoluo couldn't help but sigh, wondering if she would have been in such a sorry state if she had the same skills as she had ten years ago.

However, I am also secretly glad that I survived. As long as I am alive, I can continue to pursue that elusive dream.

He never expected that just when he was about to give up, he would be inspired by the most unlikely person. So he secretly decided that next time he performed on stage, he would make sure to look carefully to see if there was an old man in the audience.

That old man is really cunning. He said such harsh words as "never come back" when he chased him down the mountain, but in the letter he said, "I will watch every one of your concerts."

They're incredibly cunning...

Thinking this, Li Xiaoluo couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her lips and take a deep drag of her cigarette.

Suddenly, a loud noise outside the window interrupted his thoughts.

Li Xiaoluo turned her head and glanced at the window of the emergency passage, where she saw ninjas using the Dragon Ancestor's Horn to suppress the giant dragon inside the bell.

The next moment, as the giant dragon burst out of the bell, hundreds of ninjas suddenly vanished into thin air, disappearing like dust in the wind.

"Hey, what's going on?"

He raised an eyebrow, the cigarette between his lips twitched, and his expression became slightly dazed. A moment later, he picked up the cigarette from his lips, about to get up and leave, when he suddenly felt something sharp pierce through his chest from behind.

Li Xiaoluo paused for half a second, then looked down and saw that what had pierced her chest was a pale, slender hand. In that hand was clutching the heart of someone else, whose identity she did not know.

My heart is pounding, bursting forth with the last of its life force.

"This is……"

"My heart?"

Li Xiaoluo was stunned for a moment, watching as the heart was thrown to the ground. Then her consciousness began to blur, and her exhausted body gradually sank to the ground.

Fell into a pool of blood.

He turned his head, and his empty eyes reflected a white-haired girl with blood on her face, murmuring something.

"You're still alive... Is this what a vampire is?"

"You made a mistake; you didn't kill me completely," Bai Ziling said expressionlessly.

"It seems I was too soft-hearted. I originally wanted to leave you with a complete corpse."

Li Xiaoluo spoke wearily, forcing her eyelids open, her right hand trembling as she took a business card from her pocket and slowly placed it in the pool of blood.

"Could you please accept my business card, miss? I... I'm a rock singer, and this is my band," he said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Bai Ziling had turned to leave, but after hearing his words, she hesitated for two seconds, then lowered her eyes and walked over, squatting down to pick up the business card from the pool of blood.

"Thank you," she said. "If I have the chance, I'll go see...the concert."

"You're welcome."

Li Xiaoluo spoke softly, closing her eyes in the pool of blood, a slight smile on her lips.

Bai Ziling placed the business card near his ear, then stood up and glanced down at her white dress, which was now stained crimson with blood, a gruesome sight.

She stretched out her slender fingertips and touched the corner of her skirt. The bloodstains on the skirt gathered at one point and then quickly disappeared, as if they had been absorbed.

Bai Ziling sat on the steps, hugging her knees. A blood-stained face was reflected in the window, her lips red, and her sharp fangs were terrifyingly visible.

Every time she enters battle mode, her teeth turn like this. Only after a while will they return to normal. She doesn't want her family to see her like this, so she has to hide first and then go find them.

"I'm really... a monster."

She rested her head on her hands, her pale white hair drooping over her shoulders, her crimson eyes reflecting the man's death.

A ringing sound filled her ears, like a million bees buzzing. She couldn't hear anything else, only that irritating noise lingering in her mind. Every night was like this for her; like a vampire thirsting for blood, her genes would stir at the sight of bright red liquid.

"I don't want to kill you, why won't you let me pass?"

Bai Ziling buried her head in her knees, only her bloodshot eyes showing, and murmured to herself for a moment at the pool of blood on the ground. Suddenly, she heard a dragon's roar that resounded through the sky.

She paused for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and looked out the window.

What came into view was a furious dragon, its body covered in blood, one of its wings torn off and lying on the ground.

The dragon rushed into the city of Wanxiang as if fleeing, fell to the ground, and created a deep crater.

“It’s this…”

Bai Ziling stood by the window for two seconds, her crimson pupils filled with disbelief. She ran down the emergency exit, her steps light and swift, reaching the bottom floor in just a few seconds.

In the pitch-black smoke, amidst screams, she walked step by step toward the source of the enormous gasping sound and leaped into a deep pit.

Amidst the shattered white tiles, she raised her hand, stroking the dragon's slightly twitching body, its blood-stained severed wound. Only its head could still move, so it slowly turned its head to look at the girl so close to it.

A familiar face was reflected in the vertical pupils. Blood stained the corner of the girl's mouth. Her red eyes were lowered as she reached out to stroke its head, whispering something.

Its head was radiating terrifying heat, constantly scorching the girl's hand, burning her fingers black and almost exposing the bone.

The dragon couldn't hear her words, but murky tears slid down its scale-covered eyes. Its body slowly degenerated, transforming back into the shape of a human boy, lying in the girl's arms.