Superman's End Manual

As Flinx spoke hoarsely, he raised the greatsword with his right hand, which was covered in cuts and bruises, and charged towards Ke Xiaomo.

The blade of the giant sword was almost within reach, the wind howling like thunder, and then exploded with a deafening roar.

Ke Xiaomo's figure transformed into a splash of ink, as if washed away by wind and rain, vanishing from the spot in an instant. Immediately afterward, he flashed to the left of Flinx. He and Black Goku attacked Flinx from the left and right respectively. Flinx raised his giant sword, using its head to block Ke Xiaomo's shadow sword, then used his elbow to block the golden cudgel burning with scorching flames.

The next moment, Flinx's elbow shattered. Dark blood spilled out, mingling with the torrential rain that threatened to engulf the world, and vanished in an instant.

"I'm so hungry!!!"

He roared and used his unparalleled strength to shake off the two people on either side, even stopping the rain.

Black Goku stepped onto the Flying Nimbus, while Ke Xiaomo remained vigilant, ready to disappear into the shadows at any moment. They could see that Flinchps, after a fierce battle, was far slower than before. Although this guy was tough and resilient, as long as they used their speed advantage to wear him down in a war of attrition, they could slowly whittle him down.

Flinx collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath, as the torrential rain pounded against his back, threatening to crush his body like a waterfall.

His hands sank deep into the asphalt pavement, and the blood from his fingertips stained the rainwater.

"I……"

He turned his head slightly, staring at Sterling's remains, his face twitching violently, his expression a mixture of grief and rage. "They absolutely cannot... die here. I must... avenge them."

Flinx muttered to himself, clutching his chest as if it were about to tear apart, and slightly closing his heavy eyelids. Memories flooded his blank mind like a tidal wave, vibrating through every nerve in his brain.

The red-haired girl in the wheelchair lowered her head and said with a hidden gaze, "I have no name. Children like us don't need names. We just need to struggle, struggle, struggle, die, and then... be forgotten by this world."

Link and Howard were silent for a moment, then exchanged a glance.

“Then from now on… you’ll be called Stroh,” Link said. “It’s the name of someone we knew.” She paused. “But she’s dead.”

"Why didn't you ask if she agreed before naming her?"

Howard stroked his stubble and said helplessly.

"Okay, then I'll be called 'Stroh' from now on."

Stroll paused for a moment, then looked up at Flinx, who was standing in the corner watching the three of them from a distance. "Excuse me... why isn't that person talking to me? Did I do something wrong?"

“No, he just didn’t want to scare you.” Link crossed his arms and said calmly, “Anyone would be startled when they first saw a big guy like that, let alone a kid like you.”

Upon hearing this, Stroll hesitated for two or three seconds, then turned around and slowly pushed her wheelchair closer to Flinx.

Flinks' eyes darted away, and he turned his face slightly to try and minimize his intimidating presence.

"Hello, may I ask your name..." She looked up, her gaze fixed on Flink's ugly, gloomy face, but without showing a trace of fear or disgust.

Flinks turned around, stared into those clear eyes, and stood there slightly stunned.

She didn't blink for even a second, didn't look away, didn't show any fear, and just calmly gazed at his face.

Flink was stunned for a long time. For the first time, he felt that he was not as ugly as he had imagined. Looking at his reflection in those clear, innocent eyes, even his hateful face seemed to become clean.

It was as if... I had been accepted by this girl who was not even ten years old.

After a long pause, he opened his mouth slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "My name is, Flint... Kex."

“Hello, Flinx,” Stroll said. “Thank you for letting me stay with you.”

"You're welcome."

In that instant, Flinx suddenly opened his eyes and tore open the tattered piece of clothing covering his chest. A blood-red emblem etched on his chest came into view. Rain lashed against his chest, but it couldn't wash away the emblem's color in the slightest.

This is the cursed emblem he carved on his body after making a deal with the demon following the drinking of the blood of the progenitor of the vampires. Only when he is on the verge of death can he use the power of the curse to offer his soul to the demon, becoming a half-vampire and gaining a portion of the power of the progenitor of the vampires, Ichariah.

This power includes extremely high self-regeneration ability, reaction speed, and muscle explosiveness.

At this moment, as the emblem glowed red, Flinx's eyes also blazed with a scarlet rage. He had completely lost his mind, his face shrouded in a shadowy aura, his breathing slow and heavy, every muscle in his body bulging like a small mountain, and his previous wounds healing visibly at an extremely rapid pace.

“You… will pay the price,” he said hoarsely.

"Senior, what are we doing?" Little Red Riding Hood asked softly.

"Don't get close, provide ranged support." Ash frowned, glancing around. "Where's that strange thing? Wasn't it supposed to be powerful? Why has it disappeared at this point..."

“I feel that it is nothing more than a riddle teller; you are overestimating it, senior,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

"Is that how you describe your grandmother?"

"I've been thinking about it... it probably went to call for backup, since it can't do anything except find people to fight for it."

"Since you've been invited here, it seems like it doesn't have any connections whatsoever."

"Senior, just tell me if it was me who saved your brother."

"Okay, I take back what I just said."

As they spoke, the battlefield seemed imminent. Fulinx, now completely insane after his vampire transformation, snapped the greatsword in two, wielding two enormous blades on either side, his attack menacing. His thunderous breathing echoed through the rain, revealing his brutality and savagery.

"He's gotten stronger," Ke Xiaomo reminded him.

“I can tell without you saying it.” Black Wukong frowned, his expression grave behind the mask.

As the two were talking, Flinchs stomped on the ground, instantly creating a giant, spiderweb-like crater. He shot out like a blood-red cannonball, tearing through the rain with a deafening roar, and arrived in front of Black Goku.

A rough, large hand gripped a blade and smashed it toward Black Wukong's head.

Black Wukong paused for half a second, his pupils reflecting the jagged blade coming straight at him.

"So fast!" she thought.

However, in that instant, Ke Xiaomo turned into a blur and swept past, taking Black Wukong's figure several meters away. Flinx's blade missed its target, but the residual wind it generated startled the earth, causing it to crack and tremble, and rain to swirl and fly in all directions.

"We must finish this quickly. His previous wounds are healing, and if we continue to fight him, he will only get stronger."

Ke Xiaomo spoke quickly.

Black Wukong gasped, nodded with lingering fear, and reached a consensus with him.

“I can’t keep up with his speed… but you can, so you become his target.” As she spoke, she whistled, summoned the Somersault Cloud, and stepped onto its top.

"no problem……"

As she spoke, Ke Xiaomo took a deep breath. To be honest, she wasn't sure if she could pull it off, but in front of her younger sister, she felt she had to put on a brave face.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Flinx charged towards her. Ke Xiaomo's figure continuously transformed into splashes of ink, repeatedly weaving through the rain-shrouded streets, like a drop of ink leaping and dancing in a hazy ink painting.

He evaded Flinch's pursuit time and time again, while Black Goku, standing on the sky atop his Somersault Cloud, dared not make any rash moves. He simply used Samadhi Fire to surround Flinch, scorching his body.

However, Flinx was undaunted by the flames, charging out of the inferno each time without hesitation, launching a frenzied attack on Ke Xiaomo amidst the white smoke. As if liberated, his speed increased, and Ke Xiaomo struggled to dodge, repeatedly having to narrowly miss the blade in Flinx's hand.

"Roar--!"

The giant's roar echoed through the streets. During the chase, utility poles, billboards, and traffic light poles along the way were knocked down, creating a continuous rumbling sound in the rain, like a long shot that dragged on and on.

The moment Ke Xiaomo appeared at the end of the street, she looked up at Black Wukong in the sky.

The two met eyes, seemingly reaching a consensus at that moment.

We need something big, otherwise if we wait any longer, Flinx will become so strong that it's beyond their comprehension.

"In such a short time... can I use it a second time... as long as my body can handle it."

Thinking this, Ke Xiaomo slightly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a vast, overwhelming shadow had spread out behind her, gradually coalescing into the shape of a fierce bird.

In the next instant, he and Yingxin became one, their bodies completely enveloped within each other.

Black Goku leaped down from above the Flying Nimbus, using the advantage of his high-altitude descent to gather power while his body spun rapidly, the tip of his staff pointing downwards directly at Flinchps' head. The Samadhi True Fire clinging to the staff gradually transformed into a raging inferno as he spun and fell, engulfing Black Goku's entire body.

Finally, like a phoenix soaring against the rain, she hurtled towards Flinx with a bright, crimson flame.

In an instant, the Shadow Bird and the True Flame Storm attacked Flinx together.

Amidst a deafening shriek, Flink simultaneously raised both arms. His left hand, gripping a blade, caught Ke Xiaomo's shadow sword, while his other hand, holding a massive blade, caught the True Flame Storm.

In an instant, red and black illuminated the entire world, engulfing the torrential rain with overwhelming force.

The giant roared, its body nearly shattered by the combined force of the two giants, every muscle and skin turning into splattered blood that dissolved into the rain.

The soles of my feet sank deeper and deeper into the ever-growing pits, until finally it seemed as if I was about to be buried in the soil.

Just then, the two fragments of Flinx's giant sword were almost burned to ashes by the powerful attack, but Ke Xiaomo and Black Goku's moves were nearing their end.

Despite his body being riddled with wounds and ravaged, with not an inch of intact skin left but only grotesque blood and bones, Flinch still stood on the earth like a Buddha statue, unyielding and unyielding.

A bright red heart pounded within his sternum.

In the end, Ke Xiaomo and Hei Wukong both retreated from his side at the same time, and were separated by a great distance in the blink of an eye.

Ke Xiaomo collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless, like a mummy, unable to move. The shadow sword in his hand shattered into countless fine black threads that fell into the shadows beneath his feet. He hung his head, panting heavily.

Black Wukong also knelt on top of the Somersault Cloud, using the end of his golden cudgel to brace himself against the cloud surface, forcing himself not to fall.

Just when Flinx thought he could finally catch his breath, the long-dormant dragon suddenly sprang up, flapping its sky-covering black wings and transforming into a vast black curtain that lunged at him, knocking him to the ground from the side and pinning him down.

"Roar--!"

Then, the dragon opened its massive, blood-toothed maw and breathed a crimson curtain of flame onto his face.

Flink's face was burned beyond recognition, leaving only bones, which looked like a lump of mud forcibly stuck together and would crumble at the slightest touch.

The dragon gasped for breath, its body slowly regressing until it reverted to the thin, naked boy. He swallowed hard, wiping the blood from his face as he quickly crawled backward, distancing himself from Flinx, who was slowly rising from the ground.

Flinx shakily rose to his feet and raised his face. Under the baptism of the torrential rain, his body was regenerating at a rapid pace.

"Elementary school student, get out of the way—!"

In the distance, accompanied by a low growl from the girl in the gothic dress, she raised her magic umbrella, Cinderella, aimed her gun at Flinx's body, and fired a final beam of magical light at him.

Amidst the fluttering gray ribbons in the wind and rain, the girl's jet-black hair billowed high in the air.