Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 704 Show them! Humanity's strongest individual combat capability!

Is it a sweet romance drama about inexperienced junior colleagues in the workplace?
How can it be! ! !

This is war on our side!!!

At this moment, Cui Ming is on a mission to kill a monster.

Searing magma erupted from fissures in the earth, turning the entire valley blood red.

Cui Ming sat in the cockpit of his own silver-white Balias, his left hand precisely turning the control lever of the hydraulic system, while his right fingertips danced across the weapon control panel as if playing the piano.

As the long tail of the tank lashed out like a steel whip, he suddenly slammed on the accelerator, and the tracks of the Barias instantly unleashed tremendous power, causing the entire tank to drift sideways at an unbelievable angle.

"Hmm, let me see. Sadra, old rival, you're so annoying!"

After grumbling, Cui Ming precisely calculated Sadra's trajectory the instant Barias flipped to a 45-degree angle. He pressed the fire button, and the 140mm high-pressure howitzer spewed a column of fire as tall as two men, firing three delayed-fuze grenades in a triangular formation. The first shell accurately struck Sadra's vulnerable spot below its left eye; amidst the exploding flesh, the second shell, propelled by the blast wave, spun and pierced its exposed carotid artery. As Sadra roared in agony, the third shell exploded with a deafening roar within its gaping maw.

"Hmm, the effect of the three-shot burst is not bad..." Cui Ming nodded.

They are currently testing TPC's new weaponry. After all, they will be fighting monsters and aliens later, and if the weapons are not good enough, it could be fatal.

Therefore, even though he already knew how to quickly kill Sadra, Cui Ming still tested it first.

Of course, even so, Cui Ming did not relax in the slightest.

He turned the control lever, and the modified Barias instantly deployed three anchor hooks, which plunged deep into the gaps in the carapace on Sadra's back. As the behemoth thrashed about, Cui Ming drove the tank on its back, performing a "death drift."

Whenever Sadra's tail spike was about to sweep across him, he would steer the Barias with a powerful push, using the pull of the anchor hook to draw a perfect arc in the air, while the cannon muzzle continued to spew flames.

Sadra's body was riddled with honeycomb-like craters, and dark green blood gushed from the wounds. Taking advantage of its staggering retreat, Cui Ming accelerated the Barias, then braked abruptly just ten meters from the behemoth. The high-pressure howitzer's barrel glowed a dark red from the continuous firing, but Cui Ming wore a hunter's cold smile. He switched to armor-piercing mode, unleashing six shells at a rate of three per second, blasting a deep, bone-revealing hole into Sadra's chest.

"Not yet." Cui Ming, piloting the Barias, leaped into the air, using the Sadra's shoulders for leverage. Four miniature rocket boosters suddenly popped out from the tank's rear. With a roar from the Sadra, the Barias shot into the sky like an arrow. Cui Ming completed a perfect somersault 300 meters in the air, simultaneously adjusting the high-pressure howitzer to scatter mode. As he drove the tank down like a meteor, dozens of shells rained down in a fan shape, completely engulfing the Sadra in a sea of ​​fire. When the smoke cleared, the Sadra's massive body crashed to the ground, creating a crater several meters deep. Cui Ming landed slowly in the Barias, the howitzer's barrel still emitting smoke.

The cockpit reeked of gunpowder smoke and the acrid smell of burning. Cui Ming unbuckled his seatbelt, the metallic snap echoing sharply in the silent space. He knelt on the seat, his nose almost touching the reinforced glass, his gaze intensely scrutinizing the mangled corpse of Sadra outside the cockpit. The colossal beast lay sprawled across the ravaged battlefield, chunks of flesh scattered everywhere, its blood mingling with the mud, forming eerie patterns on the ground.

Cui Ming reached out and lightly touched the holographic projection button on the control panel. The pale blue data screen instantly lit up, displaying a dense array of parameters dancing before his eyes. His fingertips moved like nimble dancers, rapidly sliding across the virtual buttons, zooming in, zooming out, and switching between different monitoring interfaces.

"Not bad, but the output needs further adjustment. Group combat is still better. The three-shot mode is not suitable for the others." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying the calmness of a seasoned veteran.

Those complex data points were like familiar old friends to him; every fluctuation, every parameter, reminded him of every moment in the battle. When he saw the number of overload warnings for the energy core, he frowned slightly, tapping his chin lightly with his fingers as he pondered optimization solutions.

His fingers gently traced the still-warm physical buttons on the control panel, where combat data continued to update and accumulate. The tremors from the roar of artillery fire seemed to linger on his fingertips as his gaze swept over the weapon system's wear and tear data, silently calculating the key maintenance points before the next deployment. "Hmm, these numbers are alright," he murmured, his tone revealing both approval of the Barias's performance and anticipation for further improvements.

"Hey, Sawai, Yoshioka, what do you guys think?" Cui Ming suddenly turned his head and asked into the communicator.

Yoshioka's hearty laughter came through the communication channel: "What do I think? It's fantastic! Old Cui! You didn't see the look in those new pilots' eyes! That's what you call a soldier!" Yoshioka's voice was full of excitement and admiration, as if he could already see the fighting spirit burning in the eyes of the new recruits.

Cui Ming shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't let them learn from me. I already know how to operate it, so there's nothing wrong with me." He knew that his fighting style was full of risks and extreme maneuvers, which was supported by years of practical experience and a deep understanding of mechs, tanks, and monsters. It was not suitable for novices to try rashly.

"Don't worry, I understand! Hahahaha! What do you think, Sawai?" Yoshioka's voice was teasing.

The scene shifted, and Sawai appeared on the communication screen. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes full of admiration: "Thank you for your hard work, Choi." His simple words contained deep respect.

Cui Ming waved his hand, his expression turning serious: "It's nothing. Also, don't underestimate monsters. I'm only doing this because I'm too familiar with them." His gaze drifted into the distance, where the image of Sadra's dying struggle seemed to linger. "Every monster has its fatal flaw. Underestimating them will only bring disaster."

Sawai nodded seriously, "Yes." He smiled, then, as if remembering something, changed the subject, "By the way, what do you think of Megumi Kiyama?"

Cui Ming pondered for a moment, the image of Ju Jianhui's resolute face and agile skills appearing in his mind: "Not bad, she's a good candidate for squad leader, worth training." His evaluation was concise and pertinent, "She has a calm mind and decisive execution ability, and with some practical experience, she will definitely become an excellent commander."

"Hmm," Sawai responded thoughtfully.
(End of this chapter)