Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Yes, your Blade of Trolls is quite formidable, but I'm sorry, we have something even more ferocious here.
Storm One is on its way!
Killed more than 100,000 aliens?

If Cui Ming knew, he would say, "Not bad, this sword has fulfilled my KPI for the past few days. Keep up the good work and fulfill the KPI for the rest of the time."

Compared to the battles that Cui Ming, Storm One, had experienced before, this sword had slain 10 aliens.
Not many.
Now, the Terorist aliens have their eyes on Cui Ming.

"Hmph, a friend of the Mirakul aliens? Interesting. You can provide me with the Earth information I need! Hahahaha!!!"

The Tyrolist alien let out a piercing and arrogant laugh, echoing through the streets it had wreaked havoc on. It was completely unaware that the seemingly ordinary Earthling before it was actually Storm One, a creature feared by countless evil aliens. It twisted its massive, ugly body, its tentacles on its shoulders waving in the air like agile yet deadly snakes, seemingly both a show of defiance towards Cui Ming and an eagerness to capture him.

Cui Ming watched coldly, feeling no fear. He recalled countless battles in EDF, where enemies far stronger and more bizarre than this Terrarist alien had fallen at his feet. Five years of relentless combat against colossal creatures, countless cycles of reincarnation, had forged his will into steel. He was intimately familiar with the habits and weaknesses of various cosmic beings, and knew how to turn the tide in dire situations. Now, facing the threat of the Terrarist alien, he felt a long-lost excitement, like a hunter finally having his prey delivered to his doorstep.

Sure enough! My suspicions were right; there was someone nearby.
And they've already set their sights on my friend, but since I've discovered it...
Then I'm sorry, you're going to die.

Cui Ming stared expressionlessly at the Terrarist alien in front of him.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?! Are you looking down on me?!"

The Terorist aliens were furious to see Cui Ming like this. Being ignored was incredibly frustrating!
Cui Ming looked at the guy in front of him without saying a word.

"Damn it! Are you scared of me?!"

The Terrarist alien brandished his sword and charged at Cui Ming, only to be blocked by a sword.

But it was at this moment that it was horrified!

Because of Cui Ming's sword.
This looks so damn familiar!!!
"Holy crap! The Magma Spinal Sword!!! It's Storm One!!! That invincible killer!!!" The Telorist alien panicked instantly, its legs instinctively trying to retreat, but its gaze was fixed on the Magma Spinal Sword, rendering it unable to move. The sword's reputation was legendary among the dark forces of the universe; it had drunk the blood of countless powerful aliens, each streak of blood telling a terrifying story. Now, this sword was right before its eyes, held in the hands of Storm One, Cui Ming. Only then did the Telorist alien realize that it had kicked a hornet's nest.

"No... impossible! How could you be Storm One?!" The Terrarist alien's voice trembled, tinged with despair. It couldn't believe that the object it had been so determined to subdue was actually a being feared throughout the universe. Its eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent, were now filled with endless terror, and its body trembled uncontrollably.

Cui Ming snorted coldly, his voice low and icy: "You didn't even ask, and now you're scared? Too late!" With that, he flicked his wrist, and the Magma Spinal Sword flashed through the air, its powerful sword energy instantly spreading outwards, cracking the surrounding ground. Cui Ming took a step forward, each step steady and powerful, as if carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, pressing closer and closer to the Terrarist alien.

Seeing this, the Talorist alien frantically raised its Talorist Sword to defend itself, attempting a last-ditch effort. However, its movements were riddled with flaws in Cui Ming's eyes. Cui Ming's figure flashed, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Talorist alien. The Magma Spinal Sword was raised high, and with the force of a whirlwind, it slashed down fiercely at the Talorist alien.

The Terrarist alien used all its strength to defend itself with its long sword. With a loud "clang," like the ringing of a great bell, the surrounding air vibrated. The powerful impact knocked the Terrarist alien back several meters, leaving deep footprints in the ground beneath its feet.

Cui Ming gave his opponent no chance to breathe, unleashing a furious onslaught. His movements were agile, his swordsmanship fierce, each swing carrying a deadly intent. The Talorist alien could only parry desperately, wounds quickly appearing on its body, dark green blood seeping and dripping onto the ground. It was filled with regret; if it had known this would happen, it would never have provoked Cui Ming, even if it were beaten to death. But now, it was all too late to undo the damage.

Although the Terrarist alien was terrified, it was, after all, a ruthless creature that had slaughtered over 100,000 aliens, and its strength should not be underestimated. After a brief moment of panic, it quickly regained its composure, its tentacles on its shoulders flailing wildly, stirring up a gust of wind in an attempt to disrupt Cui Ming's offensive rhythm. At the same time, the Terrarist Sword in its hand, stained with the blood of countless aliens, gleamed with a cold, sharp light, drawing defensive arcs in an attempt to deflect Cui Ming's attacks.

Cui Ming snorted coldly, his killing intent intensifying. He flashed, his speed so fast he almost left a blur in the air. The Magma Spinal Sword, carrying a chilling aura, slashed at the Tailorist alien once more, like a black lightning bolt. This strike, with its immense power and ferocity, seemed poised to tear apart the very fabric of space. The Tailorist alien fought with all its might, using the Tailorist Sword to parry. A deafening clang, like a thunderclap, resounded as the powerful impact numbed the Tailorist alien's arm, nearly causing it to drop its longsword.

To the Tilorist aliens, Cui Ming at this moment resembled a grim reaper from hell. The killing intent emanating from him was so dense it almost solidified, like a black flame tightly enveloping him. Every swing of his sword, every movement, carried a chilling oppressive force. A wave of despair washed over the Tilorist alien. It had once thought the rumors about Storm One in the universe were somewhat exaggerated, but now, seeing it with its own eyes, it realized those descriptions were incredibly conservative.

The Cui Ming before them was clearly an unparalleled ruthless man, a god of death walking through the universe, leaving behind mountains of corpses and seas of blood wherever he went.

How many has this guy killed?! His killing intent is practically solidified!

Cui Ming wouldn't give his opponent much time to think. He launched a series of attacks, his swordsmanship becoming increasingly fierce, each strike aimed directly at the vital points of the Tilorist alien. The Tilorist alien could only defend itself, its wounds multiplying, dark green blood flowing incessantly, staining the ground beneath its feet a strange color. It attempted to escape using its teleportation ability, but Cui Ming seemed to have already seen through its intentions, predicting its movements in advance. After each teleportation, it was met with Cui Ming's fatal attack. (End of Chapter)