Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 123 Blue Owl X Dice Monster, Destiny's Reunion

Blue Owl walked down from the truck, raised his head, and nonchalantly walked towards Lester.

As he moved forward, he cast sidelong glances upwards.

At this moment, every tall building's advertisement screen displayed the same scene, centered on the intersection.

The expanding camera lens focused on Blue Owl, his red and blue helmet radiating sharpness and impact, with a mocking yet calm gaze behind the mask.

The intersection connected four bustling commercial streets, brilliantly lit, with pedestrians stopping behind traffic lights, capturing the scene with their smartphones from a distance.

"Have you seen this superhero before?"

"It's rare to see such a color scheme on a battle suit, it's like he's afraid of not being seen."

"Look at his helmet, it looks kind of like Qing Ya."

"Qing Ya? That unlucky thing has imitators? I thought today's superheroes would try to avoid resembling him."

"But he looks quite handsome, doesn't he?"

"It's just that the suit looks a bit odd, has a plasticky feel to it."

"Those vigilantes who just started out, aren't their suits homemade? What strong technology can you expect from them?"

"Speaking of that criminal, I've seen him on the official website of the Superhero Association, seems like a C-level wanted criminal."

"Damn, this big guy looks so formidable, only C-level? I thought he'd at least be an A-level."

In the waning lights, the onlookers buzzed with discussion, but their fragmented conversation quickly drowned in the refuge warnings.

Not just the bystanders, the opportunity hunters smelling money quickly gathered uninvited.

For those hunters, traffic and popularity were everything—if they could capture the debut battle of a new superhero, the attention would be explosive.

At least up to now, Ke Mingye had achieved the effect he wanted: from this battle, "Blue Owl" would gradually become renowned nationwide.

As a novice superhero, the Superhero Association's Huanjing branch would soon notice him. Moreover, his suit was strictly made in the style of "Qing Ya," which was a controversial topic—since the Superhero Association itself was profit-oriented, they would not miss the chance to recruit a discussion and popularity-maxed vigilante into the association.

After resolving a few more criminal cases and capturing one or two somewhat famous superhuman criminals, he could logically apply for membership in the Huanjing branch of the Superhero Association under Ke Mingye's identity.

After that, Qing Ya would take note of him at a terrifyingly fast speed.

As long as he utilized his privileges to review the information sent up by the association, he would see Blue Owl's real identity.

By that time, Ke Youqing might have many choices: either support Ke Mingye in secret, obstruct him in secret, confront him directly about his identity to discourage him, or teach him combat skills directly, imparting knowledge through both words and deeds, allowing Ke Mingye to follow in his father's footsteps early.

However, Ke Mingye didn't want to, like his father, be a superhero with such a notorious reputation. He'd rather coordinate with the company's marketing to gain more fans than be targeted by the Anomaly Control Bureau.

He didn't want the Management Bureau to see him as an unstable element one day, sending several senior enforcers to unexpectedly slaughter him. Of course, if that day came, the enemies that the Management Bureau would face would be Black Judge and Qing Ya.

But with his older brother in the Management Bureau, Ke Mingye believed that by being frank about his identity, working together from the inside and out, the likelihood of being targeted by them was slim.

If his older brother really had to go to war with Qiuwu and the Management Bureau at that time, then Ke Mingye could also maneuver around using his identities as Blue Owl and strange thing.

Maybe he could collect a few bigwigs' heads, just like in this battle of the Ninja Sect.

"This is the treatment of a superhero, much better than being a villain. Being watched by several vigilantes and terrifying Crow Men every day really raises your blood pressure."

This is what Ke Mingye thought, not forgetting to send a message to Cai Bing before he started fighting.

[Failed Man: The show has started, watch my performance.]

[Cai Bing: Saw it, there are quite a few live broadcasts on the dark web showing you, don't get too badly beaten.]

[Failed Man: Too bad nobody filmed me stopping the truck earlier.]

[Cai Bing: Dude, let's not chat now, you said my heart is too big, what if you can't beat it and explode? Wouldn't that mean a direct change of identity?]

[Failed Man: How could I lose fighting a disabled? But I didn't expect him to still have fighting capabilities after being hit by the truck.]

At this moment, Blue Owl and Lester faced each other, the atmosphere tense and charged.

"You're still willing to fight with such injuries?" Blue Owl slowly said, "Respectable."

"Shut up, you despicable person," Lester said, gasping heavily.

He held the torn opening in his abdomen, revealing tangled wiry mechanisms and layers of parts from the gash. Mechanical tubes connected to his heart, pumping nutrient fluids to it.

Deep blue electrical arcs danced within him, as if stimulating his organs to stay active. His heart thrummed vigorously under the stimulation of the electrical arcs, its beating abnormally loud.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Blue Owl tilted his head, his beaked mask tilting along, "Fine, I know you like me, but no need for such a loud heartbeat."

Many bystanders laughed, murmuring about the rarity of a superhero who talked so much during a fight.

Nowadays, whether it's new-generation superheroes or older ones, they all emphasize a mature and steady demeanor to avoid being swayed by internet trends, and not become a third-rate hero criticized by everyone like Qing Ya.

Angered further by the comment, Lester became like a beast trapped in a colosseum with no escape.

Yet, he still retained the right to fight desperately.

He slowly removed the eyepatch covering his left eye, revealing a lead-grey mechanical eye. His gaze was like a wild beast sizing up its prey, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

Lester's left arm was already rendered useless by the impact of the truck, now hanging limply, continuously splattering electric arcs.

So, he could only slowly raise his right hand which had transformed into a chainsaw, and then stomped on the ground, creating a weblike crater beneath him, and like a cannonball, rushed towards Blue Owl.

Blue Owl raised his arms, performing the "Cloud Hands" pose from Tai Chi, while simultaneously releasing a D-class skill—"Solar Punch."

According to the skill description, before using this skill, the solar energy charge in his fists was by default one hundred percent, meaning they were at full power.

In other words, the "Solar Punch" at this very moment would unleash its maximum power.

Blue Owl imitated the Tai Chi pose, moving his arms in a circle in the air, like clouds drifting across the sky—gentle, smooth, and continuous.

The next moment, as Lester's chainsaw, carrying a deep blue flame, neared him, Blue Owl violently thrust forward his fist, his energy shifting from soft to fierce.

The stored solar energy in his fists instantly transformed into furious kinetic and thermal energy, his metal gloves blazing like flames as he struck forward.

Bang!

The fist enveloped in flaming flow collided with the swiftly spinning chainsaw, unable to completely neutralize the incoming force, causing Blue Owl's feet to sink into the ground, carving a dark trench behind him.

But just as the chainsaw was about to break through the defense of his fists, Blue Owl's other fist, enveloped in tidal flame, smashed onto the other end of the chainsaw.

The chainsaw faintly cracked, revealing fine fissures.

At the same time, Blue Owl transformed his fist into a palm, grasping the body of the chainsaw with both hands—his left hand wrapping around the upper part and his right hand the lower part.

With both hands exerting force simultaneously, he shattered the chainsaw to the right with a powerful momentum.

Finally, he raised his knee upward, blocking Lester who was about to retaliate upon sensing the adversities. His knee clashed with Lester's mechanical foot.

At the moment of contact, Blue Owl's right leg slightly bent, making a "crack" sound as if it were about to fracture.

But it was nothing serious; he one hand pressed against the misdirected chainsaw while the other hand, having slipped off the chainsaw body, then slapped towards Lester's chest.

Bang!

With the hand covered in flaming flow striking out, Lester was instantly pushed several meters back, collapsing on the ground clutching his chest.

Blue Owl had intentionally avoided his heart; otherwise, Lester would have died on the spot.

"You won."

Lester said hoarsely, slowly closing his eyelids, falling to the ground like a pile of scrapped machinery, with dangerous electric arcs still splattering from within.

"You talk as if I can't see it myself."

Blue Owl sighed, bending down to adjust his fractured right leg, his hands forcefully realigning the bone.

The next moment, cheers as vast as mountains and seas erupted from the four connecting commercial streets at the intersection, almost as if to drown the entire world.

The flash from mobile phone cameras never ceased, even more dazzling than neon lights.

Blue Owl was surrounded by the crowd, seemingly plotting his escape route, momentarily at a loss.

Soon, from the crowd, a famously renowned social media creator pushed through and reached the intersection, holding up a mobile phone to film while asking Blue Owl a question.

"Hey, you must have seen me before, I'm the blogger 'mikaxi' from the Superhero Column, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Uh, that should be fine, but can you hail a taxi to take me home? You can see, my leg got fractured by that guy," Blue Owl turned to look at her and limping forward toward the collapsed Lester, he answered.

As the words fell, laughter burst from the crowd again, some whistling at him.

"Of course, the question I want to ask is actually just one, what is your code name?" the social media creator mikaxi asked after laughing for a while.

Blue Owl stopped, turned around, his red and blue mask faced her phone camera.

"Blue Owl."

He paused for a moment then added, "Left side for horn's 'horn' and right side for bird."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cacophony of gongs and drums suddenly came from the night sky.

Blue Owl was startled and looked up.

He saw a figure glowing with grey light sitting atop an electronic billboard, generating noise with a copper gong in its hands.

It dangled its hollow eyes downward, looking down at Blue Owl, its mouth corners lifted high.

"Blue Owl, such a nice-sounding name, how about we become friends, Mr. Blue Owl?"

As the gray stranger's words settled, the intersection first fell silent for a moment, then erupted with exclamatory noises.

"It's Dice Monster!" someone in the crowd shouted pointing at it.

"Dice... Monster?"

Blue Owl murmured the name in confusion, his gaze fixed on the gray figure on the traffic light.

In the quiet intersection, the two, one above and one below, locked eyes in the gleam of neon lights.

It was like, a fateful reunion.