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Superman Termination Manual

Ke Mingye accidentally gained the ability to read identities and soon discovered that his family members were an extremely complex mix. Seemingly ordinary family members each had their own secret identities: —— "Superheroes," "magical girls," "ninjas," "aliens," "vampires," "employee of Anomaly Control Bureau ," "dragonkin," "diviners"... Day and night, each family member tried their best to keep their secret identity hidden, so they made their days extraordinarily mysterious, behaving as normal as possible in front of anyone. But the identities they desperately concealed were nothing more than a string of data on the player panel to Ke Mingye. Just when Ke Mingye was lamenting that there wasn't a single normal person in his family, he received a main quest from the game system... —— "Eradicate the Superhumans." "Eradicate... the superhumans?" Sitting at the dining table, Ke Mingye was stunned for a long time, with his chopsticks in his mouth, as he turned his head to survey the room full of superhumans and thought to himself that this was pretty a "happy" surprise!XD

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Chapter 137: Player Squad VS Superhero 'Ji Feng Warrior'_3

The four tachi blades interwove to create a dense, residual image, blocking the bullets pouring down from the rooftop.

The last bullet targeted Ji Feng's face, but he merely twisted his cheek slightly, using the tachi clenched in his mouth to slice the bullet in half.

Clang—!

The bullet fragments split into two, ricocheting off the wall, sparking a fleeting burst of fireworks.

Ji Feng took a deep breath, guarding Kawamoto Sosuke and Amemiya Naoto, who soon recovered from their petrified state.

"You all have been too careless,"

While saying this, Ji Feng used his tachi to block the firepower raining down from the sky – poison darts, pea-sized bullets, and submachine gun rounds all effectively blocked by the demonic dance of his blades.

It was like a perfectly seamless sea of blade-light iron.

Clang, clang, clang—!

The metallic sound of the blades blocking bullets resonated continuously, almost tearing ordinary people's eardrums.

"I'm sorry,"