Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The mass-produced alien beast now felt its entire body filled with unprecedented power. The endless energy surged and flowed within its body, spreading from its limbs and bones to every crevice of its parts. Even the dark red flesh seeping from its shell was slightly hot. This extreme sense of power made it float up instantly. The arrogance that had been suppressed in its heart for so long completely broke through its restraints and could no longer be contained.

I'm fucking good again!!!
It shook its limbs, which had become even thicker and covered with irregular protrusions after the fusion, with heavy creaking sounds coming from the joints. Its dark red eyes flashed with an arrogant and fanatical light, and its heart was roaring wildly: I've become stronger again!! This time, no one can crush me!

The humiliation of being utterly dominated and helpless against Bulga and Balam completely vanished like smoke in the wind. It raised its twisted head high, feeling the surging dark energy within its body. It even felt that its current power was enough to crush all obstacles and tear apart all enemies before it—surely it could break through their defenses this time? Those who had previously looked down on it, treating it like trash and toying with it at will, should all be crushed under its feet and paid the price!

Thinking of this, the mass-produced machine couldn't help but chuckle, a strange and arrogant laugh with a harsh metallic scraping sound that echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield, filled with unparalleled arrogance. The image of Bulga and Balam being torn apart and their remains scattered across the ground flashed through its mind, and the fanaticism in its eyes intensified.

However, the arrogant and ear-piercing laughter lasted less than two seconds before a pitch-black shadow tore through the air as if by teleportation, accompanied by a howling wind and a sharp whistling sound, mercilessly slashing towards its face—it was none other than Balga's broad, heavy, cold-edged metal hand, like a giant shovel, carrying the force of a mountain crashing down, moving so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained.

Snapped!
A crisp, loud bang, like a thunderclap, exploded in the smoke-filled battlefield, causing the surrounding rubble and discarded parts to tremble slightly, and even scattering the smoke in the air. This slap was so fast that the mass-produced alien beast machine had no time to react. It was so fierce that it slammed heavily onto its side with an astonishing force, instantly making it stagger and spin three times on the spot. Its head was buzzing, as if countless bees were frantically buzzing and colliding in its ears. Even its vision became blurry and the world spun around. Most of the surging energy in its body was instantly released, and its limbs began to feel slightly weak.

It was a perfect lesson in avoiding arrogance and complacency. A single slap shattered all its conceit and fantasies, instantly pulling it back from its self-indulgent dream to harsh reality!

Immediately afterward, Misato's voice came from the cockpit of the Alien Beast, filled with undisguised mockery, anger, and disdain. Its penetrating power pierced through the battlefield noise, clearly reaching the ears of the mass-produced Alien Beast machine: "Damn it! You really think you're so tough?! You think you're so great just because you fused with a few scrap metal machines? With your combat strength, you're not even a grunt on our side, you're no match for us! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You dare to be so arrogant in front of us?"

The mass-produced alien beast was completely dumbfounded. It froze on the spot, all its strength seemingly drained in an instant. Instinctively, it raised its thick arm, clutching its face where it had been struck. A dent had formed in its metal shell, and dark red flesh seeped through its fingers. Its dark red eyes were filled with bewilderment, shock, and disbelief—it had clearly become stronger, clearly fused with all the remnants, so how could it have been slapped like this? This was completely different from the scenario it had imagined—crushing its opponents and being invincible!

At this moment, the mass-produced alien beast machine was clutching its sunken cheek, dark red viscous liquid still seeping from the cracks in its metal shell, its whole body was trembling slightly, and it was even a little unsteady on its feet.

Do you know how much that slap hurt me?! You don't know! You just wanted to beat us up!
The more it thought about it, the more aggrieved it felt. A mix of bitterness and anger welled up inside it, and soft sobs escaped its throat, which then erupted into a heart-wrenching cry: "Waaaaah!!!"

Overwhelmed by immense grievance, it covered its face and wailed, venting its resentment, completely unaware of the oppressive feeling coming from behind it—the alien beast mass production machine hadn't noticed the large one behind it.

Balam had already silently circled behind the guy. His body, gleaming with a cold light, was like a lurking beast, staring motionlessly at its back. The two shovel-shaped fists that were originally separate were now tightly joined together, forming an incredibly heavy giant hammer. Its surface gleamed with the cold light of metal and contained world-destroying power.

"Get down on the ground!!"

As Asuka's roar shattered the battlefield's chaos, her undisguised rage and overwhelming force accompanied by the whistling wind as the giant hammer formed by the Balams slammed down on the back of the Alien Beast Mass Production Machine!
boom!!!
A deafening roar erupted, the ground trembled violently, and debris and dust flew everywhere. The shockwave spread across the ground, blasting away all the surrounding scrap parts. The mass-produced alien beast machine had no time to react; its massive body crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, creating a deep crater in the ground and nearly burying its body in the dust.

However, this creature was clearly still able to move—its limbs were twitching slightly, its back shell was shattered, exposing dark red flesh, yet it still struggled to prop itself up, with a trace of resentment and stubbornness remaining in its eyes.

Seeing this, Asuka's anger intensified. Giving it no chance to breathe, she controlled Balam to continue its relentless assault. The heavy combination hammer was raised high and slammed down again and again, each strike accompanied by a deafening roar. The dent in the ground grew deeper and deeper, and the howls of the mass-produced alien beasts grew fainter and fainter, yet it still did not completely cease movement.

It's clear that this guy has a strong ability to survive.
But unfortunately...
Not enough, not nearly enough!
Under normal circumstances, this thing could indeed be a big boss, but alas...
Asuka and Misato Katsuragi have both experienced the battlefield of hell!

Therefore, a mere enhanced EVA unit from a clone of Dark Zagi is hardly worth mentioning. (End of Chapter)