Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 588 - 281 Divine Communicator - Nezhas

Chapter 588: Chapter 281: Divine Communicator – Nezha’s First Appearance (Part 2) Chapter 588: Chapter 281: Divine Communicator – Nezha’s First Appearance (Part 2) Bai Yi slightly retracted his wings and landed on the ground with Lan Ou, both looking up at the silhouette in the sky as Lan Ou’s pupils reflected a panel.

[Character Codename: Divine Communicator·Nezha]

[Danger Rating: C++ Level]

Lan Ou, gazing at the panel that emerged in his vision, couldn’t help but become momentarily stunned behind his mask.

“C++ level?” Ke Mingye thought to himself.

In his impression, the system would give different ratings to each of his identities, which didn’t necessarily represent his true strength, but only indicated the level of power associated with that alias.

For instance, half a month ago, the system rated “Lan Ou” as D- level, and the abilities available to Lan Ou were only “Phase Transfer”, “Solar Energy Punch”, and “Rotary Arm Fist-Guessing Skill”; other combat capabilities were not included in the rating.

Now, however, the combat rating given to “Divine Communicator·Nezha” was C++ level, a full rank higher. Of course, it could also be due to the enhancement of his various attributes, but normally it shouldn’t be by such a vast amount.

Therefore, the fundamental reason must be attributed to the strength of the path to Divine Communication.

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“This phase only at the first order and it’s already this powerful? I wonder if reaching the sixth order will make it comparable to Zeus. However, Zeus has been devouring Divine Communicators; after a year, it might have reached the Question Mark Level strength just like mom,” Lan Ou mused silently, then turned to Bai Yi and said, “Do you think he looks like…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Yi interjected with surprise, “Are you thinking of Nezha?”

Lan Ou nodded, “Exactly, Nezha. Wind Fire Wheel, Fire-tipped Spear, everything matches, except we haven’t seen his Mythical Emblem. It’s possible that these are just modern weapons fashioned after the distinctive features of mythological characters, rather than Magic Artifacts inherent to the Divine Communication path.”

“Then, Lan Ou, should we go help him?” asked Bai Yi, his widespread wings itching to move—even though this Divine Communicator Nezha looked threatening and villainous, if they could befriend a new ally, Bai Yi was utterly willing, regardless of whether he was a formal hero or a vigilante.

Lan Ou stretched out his arm to stop him: “No, let’s wait and see. We don’t know the background of this person yet, he might not actually be on our side. If he turns on us during the fight, that would be troublesome.”

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As he spoke, he again looked towards the person opposite Divine Communicator Nezha.

That person was squatting on the surface of a beauty advertisement billboard like a toad, hovering sideways in mid-air as if his body possessed a strange adhesive force.

His cheeks were inflating and deflating like those of a toad, his body covered with bluish-purple scales that opened and closed with a clanking sound. From the gaps between the scales, a purple toxin continuously flowed, eating away at the ground upon contact and creating tiny pits.

[Codename: Mutant·Poison Toad]

[Danger Rating: C- Level]

In the instant when his cheeks bulged, Poison Toad opened his bloodied mouth wide and spewed a toxic column at Divine Communicator Nezha, about two meters in radius, capable of corroding a huge crater into the body of the Divine Communicator.

Yet, Divine Communicator merely waved his Fire-tipped Spear in mid-air, and the spurting flames instantly turned the approaching column of poison into scattershot white smoke—his movement was strikingly similar to Black Wukong’s “Dancing Stick Flower” technique as if trained by the same master.

Immediately after, Divine Communicator swirled the long spear to produce a whispering wind sound, slightly leaning forward while dashing out explosively on his Wind Fire Wheels.

Heh-chi—!

“So fast!” Bai Yi couldn’t help but exclaim while a cold sweat imperceptibly trickled down the side of his forehead. He knew very well that even if he unleashed his wings and flew at top speed high in the sky, he couldn’t match the velocity of Divine Communicator riding on Wind Fire Wheels.

In just a moment, Divine Communicator darted through the streets with an unstoppable momentum, piercing through the neon lights, his two black dirty braids dancing in the wind, tinged a bright gold by the sun.

Sensing something amiss, Poison Toad’s calf muscles instantly swelled and he abruptly stepped on the billboard.

“Boom—!” Accompanied by the splattering of LED screen shards, he propelled himself towards another part of the street, with poison splashing from the scales covering the whole roadway and dripping onto the various buildings overhead.

But Divine Communicator seemed to have anticipated this scenario; the empty black eyes on his mask remained focused on Poison Toad’s eyes.

The wheels underfoot sparked hot flames as Divine Communicator sharply changed direction mid-air.

Striking like lightning, he shot behind Poison Toad, then raised his slightly reddened right hand high, resembling a Hunter hunting hedgehogs in the fields, thrusting his spear into his back.

“Thwack—!”

Blood packed with poison spurted out, only to be instantly burned away by the flames.

Divine Communicator completely pierced through Poison Toad’s chest, nailing him firmly atop a statue of the People’s Heroes with the strength of gravity and wind pressure, blood pouring down and staining the head of the statue red.

“Spare me—!” Poison Toad opened his blood-stained teeth and screamed at the ghost mask before him, “I won’t run anymore, I’ll never run again—!!”

Yet, it was as if Divine Communicator did not hear his cries at all; after impaling him onto the statue, he withdrew the Fire-tipped Spear from his chest, and then once more thrust the weapon towards his head.

“Boom—!”

Poison Toad’s head instantly shattered into thousands of pieces, blood showering down like rain and staining the dark ghost mask of the Divine Communicator, whose pupils were undisturbed, still an empty black abyss.