Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Damn it... I can't fight back! I can't fight back at all!!!" The Terrarist alien roared in despair, its eyes practically spitting fire, fear and despair churning within it. Its body trembled uncontrollably, its legs weak, as if bound by an invisible force. Under the tangible, intense killing intent emanating from Cui Ming, it felt like a lamb to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.

The Terrarist alien felt like crying. It never imagined its meticulously planned invasion would run headlong into a formidable foe like Storm One, Cui Ming. Its prized Terrarist Sword paled in comparison to Cui Ming's Magma Spinal Sword; its attacks, once terrifying to countless aliens, were like child's play before Cui Ming. At this moment, it truly understood what "despair" and "absolute power suppression" meant.

No, it's impossible to hit anything with it.
"Damn, Storm One on the other side is terrifying!"

The Terraristians now completely understand.
It knew that if it continued fighting, it would surely die a gruesome death. It couldn't win! There was no other way! Instant teleportation! Run!!! The thought had barely formed in its mind when it unhesitatingly activated its teleportation superpower. In an instant, the surrounding space distorted, and the figure of the Tilorist alien vanished rapidly in a flash of light.

The Terrarist alien had originally planned to use its superpowers to seize an opportunity to ambush Cui Ming and deliver a fatal blow to this formidable opponent. However, after their recent exchange, it clearly realized that it was nothing but wishful thinking.

"I can't sneak up on it at all! I can't sneak up on it at all! It's too difficult!!!" As it fled, its heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

Cui Ming watched the fleeing Tilorist aliens with a calm expression, showing no sign of urgency. He knew that, given the Tilorist aliens' nature, they would never give up easily, and would surely return after this escape. However, Cui Ming didn't care; in his eyes, the Tilorist aliens were nothing more than clowns.

Cui Ming leisurely took out his communicator and dialed Saeko's number. "Hello, Saeko." Saeko's clear voice came quickly from the other end of the communicator: "Yes, teacher. How's your trip going?" Cui Ming tilted his head slightly, gazing into the distance, and said in a relaxed tone, "Very well. But I have some good news for you. I encountered a Tilorist alien. This guy isn't the point; the point is his sword, a peerless, deadly sword that has slain over 10 aliens. Although it's nothing special to me, you should be interested. You can forge it later."

“Teacher.” Saeko’s voice interrupted Choi Myung. “Hmm?” Choi Myung replied, puzzled. “Please be prepared tonight. I will fight you to the death on Island Dawn.” Saeko’s tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"..." Cui Ming was slightly taken aback. After a brief silence, Cui Ming felt that it was still necessary to take measures.
I've been busy lately.
Having children might cause some problems.
After all, Saeko probably prefers to cut down aliens.

"The Tilorist aliens... I didn't expect that guy to have his eye on Earth." The Mirakul alien sighed softly, slowly walking to Cui Ming's side. It had just witnessed the entire battle, and the intense fighting scene left it with lingering fear. After all, with its abilities, it was indeed difficult to intervene in such a battle; it could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.

"It's alright, that guy can't escape. My premonition was right. If I hadn't come with you, you probably would have been ambushed." Cui Ming's expression was calm, his gaze still fixed on the direction where the Terrarist alien had disappeared, as if he could see through space and lock onto the other party's location.

Actually, it really is possible.
He had absolute confidence in his own strength. Although the Tilorist aliens were strong, in his eyes they were nothing more than potential defeated opponents.

"Yes," the Mirakul alien trembled slightly, echoing with lingering fear. It never imagined that its return to its homeland would lead to such a terrible crisis.

If it weren't for his friend's ruthlessness and brutality as a member of the Terrarist aliens, he would probably be dead long ago. Thinking of this, the Mirakul alien looked at Cui Ming with eyes full of gratitude and relief. "Cui Ming, this time it's all thanks to you," the Mirakul alien said sincerely. "If it weren't for you, I..."

Cui Ming waved his hand, interrupting it: "We're friends, so it's too formal to say such things. Besides, protecting Earth and fighting against these evil aliens is my duty."

In Cui Ming's heart, whether for the sake of his friends or to protect the peace of Earth, he would never allow villains like the Terorist aliens to run rampant.

The Mirakul alien nodded silently, its admiration for Cui Ming growing even stronger. It knew that while Cui Ming spoke casually, every move in that battle had been fraught with danger. Cui Ming had used absolute strength to drive the Tailorist alien into a hasty retreat; such power and composure were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"What do we do next? The Talorist aliens will definitely not let this go." Mirakul asked worriedly. It knew the Talorist aliens' character; they were vengeful and would definitely try every means to make a comeback after suffering such a great loss.

Cui Ming's lips curled into a confident smile: "Don't worry, I already have a plan. Since it dares to come again, I'm confident I can make sure it doesn't leave alive." As he spoke, Cui Ming gripped the Magma Spinal Sword tightly, its blade gleaming coldly as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.

Although, well, the unseeing head of the Magma alien on that sword hilt is quite creepy.
The Tyrolistian teleported frantically until it reached what it considered a safe place before relaxing. It glanced back at Kuramir's planet, its heart still pounding in its chest. The icy gaze of Storm One and the chilling glint of the Magma Spinal Sword were branded onto its retina.

"That scared the hell out of me..." It shook its head, panting heavily, and was about to start the engine to escape to the interstellar route when it suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of its neck—it was a small wound left when it was grazed by Cui Ming's sword energy, and it was now faintly burning.

Little did it know that as Cui Ming parried the slash, a nano-tracker had already sprung from his fingertip. This thing, covered in a camouflage layer of volcanic ash, stuck like a stubborn dandruff flake in the gaps between the scales, was continuously sending coordinate signals.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming confirmed his location.

"Thank you for your help, go! Tyrant! Chase it to the target location!"

"Got it, boss! Please prepare my favorite barbecue sauce!"

"No problem!" (End of Chapter)