Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The moment the light whip and lightsaber clashed again, Camilla and Carmilla's eyes met in mid-air, their obsessions and madness clearly visible in each other's eyes. They were of the same origin and shared remarkably similar pasts. Many unspoken emotions and memories were understood by both of them—Carmilla knew that Camilla had once been deeply mired in dark obsessions, and Camilla also knew that if she hadn't met Cui Ming back then, who had pulled her out of the mire of darkness, she might be even more insane than Carmilla now.

This "empathy" never stirred even a shred of sympathy in Camilla. She suddenly exerted her strength, bending Camilla's light whip with her lightsaber, her eyes as cold as ice: "Don't think that just because we're in similar circumstances, I'll show mercy." She knew all too well the state of her kin before her; Camilla's goal from beginning to end had been to kill her. This madness, consumed by jealousy and hatred, had long since robbed her of her reason; any pity would be cruelty to herself.

"Crazy? Perhaps." Camilla muttered to herself, a cold smile curving her lips, and the light energy around her surged suddenly. "But who says only you can be crazy?" She wasn't some soft persimmon whose edges had been smoothed out after being protected by Cui Ming. She was, after all, a terrifying, mad giant in the darkness. Now she had merely toned down her ferocity, not lost her fighting spirit—did they really think she could be manipulated at will just because she had a good temper?!

Just as Camilla was preparing to launch a stronger offensive, a violent energy shockwave suddenly came from the other side of the real battlefield, interrupting her actions.

It turned out that the battle between Cui Ming and Alien Empera had temporarily stopped. The two faced each other hundreds of meters apart, their energy still slightly surging, clearly indicating that they had just completed a fierce battle of light beams—the energy shockwave generated by the collision between Cui Ming's core beam and Empera's dark beam almost swept across half the battlefield, forcing both of them to retreat and recuperate temporarily.

Alien Empera slowly raised his arm, his fingertips carrying a faint dark energy, and gently wiped away the residual energy liquid that had spilled from the corner of his mouth due to the backlash from the clash of light. The liquid turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished without a trace the moment it hit the ground.

His crimson eyes first casually swept over the two giants locked in fierce combat not far away. The energies of light and darkness intertwined and collided wildly around them, and their reckless ruthlessness made even this cosmic emperor slightly turn his head. After a moment, his gaze slowly withdrew, finally settling on Cui Ming opposite him. His brows twitched almost imperceptibly, and his tone carried a hint of scrutiny and inexplicable meaning: "...The woman you've chosen is quite good." In his eyes, both Camilla's formidable combat power, far exceeding that of ordinary giants of light, and her ingrained madness that had not dissipated even when she transformed into light, were completely different from the docile and weak "giant of light" he remembered, even far exceeding his understanding of such beings.

“Of course, Camilla is a good woman,” Cui Ming replied without hesitation, his tone full of certainty. In his eyes, Camilla’s strength, persistence, and even her occasional temper were all unique qualities, and this vibrancy and sincerity were enough for him to cherish.

"..." Alien Empera fell silent, the dark energy around him pausing for half a second. He stared at Cui Ming's serious expression, unable to reconcile the "good woman" with the giant of light who had just displayed such frenzied fighting power—could this guy have some serious misunderstanding of the definition of "good woman"?
However, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, and Alien Empera quickly put it out of his mind. To him, it was meaningless to dwell on such irrelevant definitions; as long as he could enjoy the battle, that was enough.

He felt the surging fighting spirit within him and suddenly realized the changes he had undergone over the years. He had once been a lonely emperor in the universe, all existence either submitting or being destroyed; he had never had a true opponent, only endless coldness and solitude surrounding him. But now it was different. He had Cui Ming, a true opponent who could match him and allow him to unleash his full power. Every clash brought him exhilarating pleasure.

“That’s good.” Alien Empera muttered to himself, a fierce fighting spirit flashing in his eyes, and the dark energy around him surged once more. “Rest is over, Cui Ming!”

"Let's continue! Storm One!!!" The roar of the Alien Empera exploded like thunder across the battlefield.

Before his voice had completely faded, the dark energy around him surged wildly at a visible speed, surging and expanding like a tsunami bursting its banks.

A torrent of black energy swirled and converged behind him, gradually condensing into a gigantic dark phantom hundreds of meters tall.

The phantom replicated the majestic posture of the Alien Empera, wielding a jet-black longsword, its eyes glowing crimson, its overwhelming figure casting an extremely oppressive shadow over the entire battlefield.

Even the air seemed to freeze, causing the creatures watching from afar to shiver involuntarily.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and black steam billowed out from the gaps in the armor on his shoulders.

Dark energy, incredibly concentrated, rapidly gathered in his palm.

The energy spun and compressed wildly in his palm, forming two jet-black energy vortexes tens of meters in diameter.

The center of the vortex continuously devoured the surrounding light, carrying a terrifying aura of world destruction, like two falling dark stars, crashing fiercely towards Cui Ming.

Cui Ming's eyes suddenly narrowed, his pupils contracted slightly, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.

He could clearly sense the destructive power contained within those two dark vortexes, and immediately stopped holding back, unleashing a burst of light energy around him like a dormant volcano.

A dazzling golden light pierced through the thick darkness, making its form appear as radiant as the sun hanging in the sky.

Even the air around them was slightly distorted by the scorching light.

"Well done!" he shouted in a deep voice, his tone filled with an indomitable fighting spirit.

With arms crossed in front of his chest, the color timer on his chest suddenly burst into a blinding light.

He then suddenly spread his arms, and two condensed, dazzling golden rays shot out from his palms.

The edge of the beam was surrounded by faint golden arcs of electricity, which was the core ultimate beam that made him famous.

Not only that, with a slight turn of his wrist, the transformation device at his waist once again shone with a deep light.

Three slender yet sharp auxiliary rays, like golden swords, precisely deviated from the trajectory of the core ray, following closely behind to meet Ampera's dark energy vortex head-on, forming a golden net of light that combined offense and defense.

In an instant, the golden rays of light and the pitch-black rays of darkness collided violently in the center of the battlefield!

The expected earth-shattering roar did not occur; instead, a strange energy vacuum zone was formed at the point of impact.

The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, and the gravel and dust were frozen in mid-air.

He was then violently thrown away by the sudden burst of destructive energy shockwave.

The shockwave spread outwards like a circular tsunami.

Wherever it passed, the ground was torn open with several huge ravines, some tens of meters deep.

Lava continuously spewed out from the ravine.

The boulder, several meters in diameter, was instantly reduced to dust in the energy flow, leaving not a trace.

The distant mountain ranges collapsed directly under the impact of the shockwave.

Dust filled the air like dark clouds, blanketing the entire battlefield and turning the sky and earth a gloomy gray.

Both Cui Ming and Ampera had their feet firmly planted on the ground, and the rocks beneath their feet kept cracking.

The veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and his arms trembled slightly due to the immense strain of the light output.

Their eyes, however, were filled with a fierce fighting spirit, unwilling to be outdone, as they stared intently at each other.

The center of the collision of light continuously flashed with dazzling red and blue light.

The two extreme energies devour and cancel each other out, forming an unstable energy barrier.

Neither side was willing to yield an inch, and the outcome of the battle seemed to hang by a thread. At the edge of this brutal battlefield, however, a figure in icy blue stood out starkly from the surrounding atmosphere of fierce fighting.

Grozam squatted on a relatively flat rock, hugging his knees tightly with both hands, burying his face in his arms, only revealing a pair of eyes full of grievance.

Tiny ice crystals unconsciously formed on his fingertips.

Ice particles fell to the ground, drawing neat circles as he moved.

Each time a circle is drawn, the ice particles freeze and leave a white ice mark on the ground.

Soon the ground was covered with a dense array of ice circles.

His face, which was usually full of arrogance and haughtiness, was now completely replaced by grievance.

The corners of her mouth droop slightly, forming a distinct arc.

His eyes still held a lingering resentment and unwillingness.

He would occasionally look up and glance out of the corner of his eye at Cui Ming and Ambera, who were locked in fierce combat in the center of the battlefield.

When they see the two players' brilliant offensive and defensive transitions, a hint of envy and longing flashes in their eyes.

He then quickly lowered his head, burying his face even deeper, and the speed at which he drew circles increased.

It was as if they wanted to vent all their dissatisfaction on the ice rings on the ground.

"Your Majesty has gone too far..." Grozam muttered in a low voice that only he could hear.

Her voice was full of aggrieved accusations, with a barely perceptible sob at the end.

“I was the first to target Cui Ming, the first to realize his fighting prowess was worth fighting, but His Majesty always manages to snatch him away…”

The scene of his first meeting with Cui Ming involuntarily flashed through his mind.

At that time, Cui Ming was fighting fiercely with other monsters, and his formidable strength and unique fighting style instantly attracted his attention.

This made him happily list Choi Myung as his "exclusive pre-selected opponent".

He even specifically planned a scene for his duel with Choi Myung.

But reality disappointed him time and time again.

Whenever Cui Ming appears on the battlefield, Ampera always rushes in immediately, leaving his "pre-selected opponent" completely out of the picture.

They didn't even give them a chance to participate in the battle.

In a fit of pique, he used ice pellets to draw a large silhouette of Cui Ming on the ground.

Next to the silhouette, the appearance of Choi Myung's transformation device was also drawn in detail.

Then I drew a big X next to the silhouette.

Then, next to it, he drew an even larger silhouette of Alien Empera than the one of Choi Myung.

This time, he not only drew a cross, but also drew wavy lines around the cross to express his dissatisfaction.

“I hate it when His Majesty steals from his rivals…” He felt more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, his chest heaving slightly.

Even the chill around him became somewhat unstable.

Centered on him, the ground within a radius of tens of meters quickly formed a thick layer of frost.

Fine ice spikes have also condensed on the frost.

"When will it be my turn to have a proper fight with Choi Myung... I really want to have a serious match with such a strong opponent..."

The muttering grew fainter and fainter until it was almost inaudible.

His tone was filled with deep resentment and helplessness.

A hint of moisture even welled up in those icy blue eyes.

Why, why did it turn out like this?
Grozam's circling motions gradually slowed, the ice crystals at his fingertips drifting to the ground as he drifted into thought. He looked up at the dreamlike sky, shrouded in war yet still exuding an eerie realism, and couldn't help but murmur, "This dream world is truly wonderful."

Everything here was unbelievably real—the scorching heat and stinging pain from the energy collisions, the rough texture of the rocks beneath his feet, even the smell of smoke and dust in the air were incredibly vivid. "The sensations are so real." He reached out, feeling the breeze from the aftershocks of the battlefield. The chill at his fingertips mingled with the temperature of the wind, and the vibrant touch made him squint.

Especially the battles here, without the many constraints of the real world, allow energy to be released freely, and every collision brings the most direct feedback of combat power. "The battles are really exhilarating," he thought, recalling the fierce battles he had watched from afar. A hint of longing flashed in his eyes, but this longing was quickly replaced by grievance, and his tone became dejected. "What a pity."

"Your Majesty always steals your opponents." He pouted, the grievances he had suppressed before surging up again. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Finally, he simply hugged his knees, rested his head on them, and muttered in a tearful voice, "Waaah! Storm One! How can I live if I don't fight you! Without a satisfying duel, there's no point in my fighting!" His aggrieved appearance was completely different from his usual arrogant Ice Warrior demeanor.

Grozam's obsession with fighting Trevor stems precisely from Trevor's terrifying special ability.

Cui Ming's abilities are never some world-destroying, ultimate technique, yet they are more intimidating than any powerful move. Whenever he encounters a nemesis, he can always fight to the bitter end, allowing his opponent to unleash their fighting spirit and experience the purest thrill of combat. Over time, these opponents become dependent on this exhilarating feeling, even losing the will to resort to underhanded tactics against him. After all, the thrill of a direct confrontation with Cui Ming is far more intense than any covert scheme.

Of course, there are exceptions.
For example, the Abo people.
After all, the Yapools were too weak.
It could only try to deal with Cui Ming using super beasts and schemes. (End of Chapter)