Superman's End Manual

Sun Wukong slowly raised his eyes and looked at Bai Qiuwu through the iron net. He chuckled and said, "I, Old Sun, have never taught such a disgraceful grand-disciple as you."

"I don't understand, why can't my eagle eyes see through his illusions?"

Bai Qiuwu approached the iron fence and asked Him a question.

"Hehe, silly girl, you think this little illusion can stump you? It's a magic spell cast in your mind, not some trick to fool people. Besides, your fiery eyes aren't good enough yet, how can they compare to my Sun Wukong's supernatural powers? You still need to practice."

Bai Qiuwu hugged her knee with her left hand over her right arm, and rested her right hand on her chin, asking softly.

"So, what are some ways I can deal with this?"

"If I had to say... I, Old Sun, have two tricks up my sleeve."

"what?"

"The first method is to take advantage of the moment when you are conscious and stick out your finger to deafen yourself. If you can't hear the flute, you won't fall for the black-robed boy's trick."

“I’ll consider it,” Bai Qiuwu sighed. “What about the second method?”

"The Tightening Band".

Sun Wukong slowly uttered these three words.

Bai Qiuwu paused for two seconds, then tilted her head at him: "Are you kidding me?"

She thought to herself, in "Journey to the West", wasn't the golden headband a means for Tang Sanzang to control Sun Wukong? What use could it be in this situation?

"No, stimulating your brain with the headband might break his illusion," Sun Wukong said dismissively.

"Then I'll give it a try, you teach me."

"It's nothing difficult. Listen up, Old Sun..." Sun Wukong grinned and showed his teeth, "Teach that black-robed brat a lesson. Don't let me down, understand?"

After a while, Black Wukong opened her eyes again and returned to the audience passage illuminated by cold-toned lights. She raised her golden cudgel and used the shaft to deflect a lead-gray dagger that came flying at her.

Looking up, just as Van Gogh was about to play his flute, she placed her right hand, which was covered by a metal arm guard, against her forehead and murmured something.

Immediately afterwards, lines of golden scriptures appeared out of thin air, swirling around her head, sometimes contracting like a golden hoop, sometimes expanding like a halo.

Black Wukong clutched her forehead, groaning in a somber voice. The excruciating pain emanating from her brain gradually awakened every waning nerve in her brain.

The hallucination is gone.

All that remained was a burning rage within him, like a wild beast waiting to be unleashed...

"how is this possible?"

Van Gogh, watching this scene, frowned slightly and released the flute from his lips in shock.

Black Wukong raised his eyes, which were burning with crimson-gold flames, and stared intently at him.

She held her forehead with one hand, maintaining the release of the headband, while the Samadhi True Fire roared forward, blackening the walls along its path. The LED lights on the ceiling crackled and sparked.

The lights flickered on and off until the entire passageway was plunged into darkness.

In a world so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face, only the bright red trail traced by the Samadhi Fire in mid-air remains.

Van Gogh tucked the flute into his wide sleeve and nimbly retreated to the right.

At that moment, due to the dim surroundings, his attention was almost entirely focused on that flame. But he could also sense another powerful kinetic energy shooting towards him.

So, at the moment the two forces attacked him, his body turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared, reappearing in the distance.

However, at that very moment, a dark golden staff came hurtling straight at him, piercing his right chest, grazing his heart, and pinning him to the wall.

Van Gogh bowed his head, clutched his chest with both hands, and the demon mask on his face fell off, revealing a pale face.

"How is that possible? You're over here... Then what was the Samadhi True Fire that I just sensed? What was the other one?"

"Somersault Cloud." Black Wukong leaned close to his ear and answered his question, "In the darkness, you couldn't judge my location, so you mistook the Somersault Cloud for my movement."

Upon hearing this, Van Gogh turned his head in a daze and saw a rolling black cloud hovering in a corner of the audience passage—this was the illusion that Black Wukong had used to deceive his senses in the darkness.

At this moment, his eyes were bulging, his pupils were bloodshot, and his moving lips were uttering words.

Spare my life.

"It seems you're good for nothing but illusions."

Black Wukong coldly mocked him, then pulled the golden cudgel from his chest and smashed it into his head, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

He then manipulated the Somersault Cloud to his feet, stepped onto it, bent slightly, and sped towards Theater 5.

A moment later, she forcefully smashed open the theater door with the head of her golden cudgel. Looking up, she saw only two figures in the devastated theater.

"You are……"

Black Wukong frowned slightly and stared intently at the gray humanoid figure in the theater.

The strange thing shrugged, slowly got up from the ground, twisted its head which had just been stuck on with spider webs, and said without turning its head, "Unfortunately, you're too late."

Where is my brother?

Black Wukong lowered his face and asked, almost word by word.

The strange thing sighed, turned to look at Black Wukong, and pointed to the hole in the theater.

“Miss Sun Wukong, your younger brother was thrown into the street by those ninjas. I tried my best, but I couldn’t save him; I only managed to kill one of the ninjas.”

As it spoke, it pointed to the tattered crimson ninja outfit on the ground and the pool of blood: "That ninja was very strong; my head was chopped off."

The strange thing sighed, lifted its head, and then put it back on its neck.

"Answer me, why did those ninjas capture him?"

Black Wukong gave a cold, low shout.

“Your brother is on Lordhua Commercial Street. You’ll see when you get there,” Little Red Riding Hood said. “I advise you to hurry, or he’ll be killed by those ninjas soon.”

And who are you?

"Little Red Riding Hood, the Magical Girl".

"Magical girl..."

Speaking of magical girls, Bai Qiuwu immediately thought of Bai Zini, who was still in Wanxiang City. Knowing that with her personality, she would definitely transform into the magical girl Ash and fight against these ninjas, "My sisters are still here..."

Before she could finish speaking, the strange thing interrupted her: "Don't worry, my friend will help her for you, right, Little Red Riding Hood?"

Upon hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood nodded to Black Goku.

"Who are you?"

Black Wukong turned his head and stared at her, asking in a gloomy voice.

“I will help your sister. She is also my friend, please believe me,” Little Red Riding Hood said calmly.

"That's it. If I were you, I would have rushed down already. You've already missed your first chance. If you're any later this time, your brother will be a corpse."

The strange thing sat down on the ground, then lay down in a starfish position and continued talking.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted. I came all this way to help you, and you still have to question me. It's such a thankless task, Miss Sun Wukong..."

Black Wukong remained silent, slowly turning his head to look at the hole on the far right of the theater.

Her keen hearing clearly picked up the ferocious roars of beasts and the deafening clang of bronze bells emanating from the streets of Lordeville. The sounds filled her ears, causing her chest to pound.

She took a deep breath, looked up at the strange thing, and said, "Thanks..."

After she finished speaking, the somersault cloud beneath her feet surged noisily like a steam engine, and in an instant, it carried her body toward one of the exits of the theater, disappearing from the strange thing's sight.

The strange thing watched her leave out of the corner of its eye, still lying on the ground, showing no intention of getting up.

It stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering to itself.

"Okay, Black Wukong, Black Judge, Ninja Sect Master, Mo Xiejia, Calamity Dragon, and Ke Xiaomo are all here. Now the battlefield outside is beyond the reach of small fry like us... Let's take a short rest, and then we should go see our good friend... the lovely Miss Ash."

"Then get up."

As Little Red Riding Hood spoke, she channeled magic into her ruby ​​wand, her feet levitating into the air as she left the theater first.

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Chapter 113 Major Event 1: The Dragon Ninja War (Part 7)

July 4, 10:48 AM, Lodehua Commercial Street, MixC Mall, second floor.

Bai Zini walked out of the toy store, holding a dolphin doll in one hand and her phone in the other, with a shopping bag slung over her shoulder. She was looking down at her phone.

She quickly realized something was wrong.

The entire shopping mall was eerily quiet, with only faint sobbing sounds emanating from one corner of MixC. Turning around, one could see tourists huddled together in a corner, silent and still.

"Where is Ziling? Is she among that group of tourists?" Bai Zini frowned, wondering.

She remembered that Bai Ziling had just been playing Metal Slug at the arcade next door, but he had disappeared.

Bai Zini turned her head and glanced back out of the corner of her eye, only to find that the toy shop owner, who had been greeting her warmly just moments before, had now fainted on the counter.

When she turned around, she was surrounded by more than ten ninjas.

They were either carrying long swords or holding daggers, their emotionless gazes fixed on her.

"Please cooperate, we have no intention of harming the child," one of the ninjas said.