Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 783 A Gaze Between Despair and Hope
The more the newly born Tyrant observed the Ultra Brothers, the more uneasy it became. It couldn't help but wonder if the Ultras had secretly strengthened it without its knowledge. Originally full of confidence, it planned to use the Ultra Brothers as a whetstone to hone its strength, but now, that idea was like a bubble, ruthlessly punctured by the overwhelming power displayed by the Ultra Brothers. Watching the effortless beam of light the Ultraman used to clear the meteorite, the chilling aura emanating from Seven wielding his greatsword, Jack's devastating attacks in the Nackle alien base, and the icy killing intent emanating from Ace, it felt a chill run down its spine. "Forget it, forget it, I'm not courting death," the newly born Tyrant thought to itself, abandoning the idea of ​​fighting the Ultra Brothers and preparing to find another target.

But at that moment, the newborn Tyrant seemed to sense something. It raised its head and saw a dark shadow rushing towards it at incredible speed. It was Tyrant, the one from Cui Ming, and it roared furiously, "Found you!!!"

"You f***ing!!!" The newborn Tyrant was both shocked and furious. It never expected such a dramatic turn of events! It had just given up fighting the Ultra Brothers when it was targeted by another Tyrant.

However, as the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain! Unless one is male and the other female! But as mentioned before, nobody knows the Tyrant's gender; they themselves are probably clueless. So, facing this aggressively charging "kindred spirit," the newborn Tyrant did not back down. After the two Tyrants roared at each other, a strong fighting spirit instantly filled the air, and then, the battle began!
Their power was terrifying; the mere aftershocks of their battle destroyed all the small meteorites floating around them. Cui Ming's Tyrant attacked first, its powerful hind legs propelling it high into the air, delivering a powerful kick towards the head of the newborn Tyrant. The newborn Tyrant reacted quickly, using its arm, modified from the arm of the super beast Balaba, to block the attack, but the immense impact still sent it staggering back several meters. It regained its footing and immediately counterattacked, spewing a blazing flame from its mouth towards its opponent. Cui Ming's Tyrant remained calm, its legs, enhanced by the power of Red King, charging directly into the flames and unleashing a barrage of kicks at the newborn Tyrant. For a moment, the two Tyrants fought fiercely, the surrounding space seemingly distorted by their power, and a breathtaking monster battle officially began.

Under Cui Ming's meticulous training, Tyrant's strength had reached a terrifying level. Each kick it unleashed carried the immense power of Red King, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks; the air itself seemed to whistle as its legs flashed. In contrast, the newly born Tyrant, despite inheriting the power of various monsters, could only retreat steadily under the relentless onslaught of Cui Ming's Tyrant.

The newborn Tyrant attempted to block its opponent with scorching flames spewed from its mouth. The flames were extremely hot, causing space to slightly distort wherever they went. But Cui Ming's Tyrant was unfazed. With its excellent combat awareness, it nimbly dodged left and right, the scorching flames only grazing its scales, leaving behind a few wisps of burnt smell. Not only that, taking advantage of a slight weakening of the flames, Cui Ming's Tyrant suddenly accelerated, leaped high into the air, and kicked the newborn Tyrant in the chest, sending it rolling backward several times.

Immediately afterward, the newborn Tyrant attempted to retaliate with the freezing cold air released from Bemstar's belly. The chilling aura instantly spread, quickly covering everything in its path with frost. However, Tyrant, driven by its ferocity, roared and, disregarding the corrosive cold, charged directly into it. With precise control of its battle rhythm, it punched the spot where the newborn Tyrant had released the cold air, causing Tyrant's body to shudder and the cold air to dissipate instantly.

Cui Ming's Tyrant pressed its advantage, swinging its arm—modified from the arm of the super beast Balaba—and unleashing a hybrid whirlwind. The arm, like a pair of giant winches, whistled through the air as it coiled towards the newborn Tyrant's neck. The newborn Tyrant struggled desperately, but couldn't break free from the powerful restraints. Its neck tightened, making it difficult to breathe. It attempted to retaliate with its right-hand axe, but Cui Ming's Tyrant, with its exceptional awareness, anticipated the attack and swung it violently, slamming the newborn Tyrant heavily into a nearby asteroid. The asteroid shattered instantly, and the newborn Tyrant was briefly stunned.

The Tyrant of Cui Ming wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. Standing atop the shattered asteroid debris, it unleashed a deafening roar at the newborn Tyrant, a roar filled with the triumph of victory and disdain for its opponent. At that moment, the newborn Tyrant, gazing at its seemingly invincible opponent, felt a profound fear for the first time. It realized that from the very beginning, it had been at a complete disadvantage.

After gaining the upper hand, Tyrant became increasingly ferocious, its eyes gleaming with bloodlust, completely disregarding the dazed newborn Tyrant. It scanned its surroundings and discovered a group of Ahn'Qiraj ships watching the battle from a distance. The ships gleamed with a strange metallic luster and hovered silently in space, like greedy observers.

"Hmph, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!" Tyrant of Cui Ming let out a low roar, turned and charged towards the Ahn'Qiraj alien fleet. It was incredibly fast, leaving a long afterimage behind it, and ripples spread through the space wherever it passed.

Upon seeing this, the Angelan panicked, and alarms blared throughout the spaceship. The pilots frantically operated the control panels, attempting to start the ship and escape. "Quick, get out of here! Tyrant has gone mad!" one of the Angelan screamed.

But it was all too late. Tyrant, under the command of Cui Ming, rushed to the front of the fleet, swinging his massive arm and smashing one of the ships to pieces. The ship, like a fragile toy, disintegrated instantly under Tyrant's immense force, metal fragments flying everywhere. "This is impossible! How can he be so strong!" an Ahn'Qiraj alien cried out in despair as he watched his ship destroyed.

Other aliens also realized the danger, and small ships from different planets tried to scatter and escape. But Tyrant, like a mad beast, gave them no chance. It spewed scorching flames from its mouth, the flames spreading in a fan shape, instantly engulfing a large area. Several ships were engulfed by the flames, rapidly melting in the high temperature, turning into swirling clumps of molten metal. "We're finished, this thing is a demon!" an alien from an unknown planet cried desperately into the communication channel, before his ship was also set ablaze, the light from the explosion flashing briefly across the universe.

The newly born Tyrant, recovering from its dizziness, saw the Tyrant of the Chosen One wreaking havoc on the alien ships and refused to be outdone. It raised its head and unleashed freezing air from its belly, attacking another group of ships attempting to escape. Those ships were instantly encased in a thick layer of ice, immobilized. The aliens inside struggled desperately in the extreme cold, uttering pitiful cries: "Spare us! We did nothing!" But the newly born Tyrant and the Tyrant of the Chosen One showed no mercy. They continued to rampage through the group of ships, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Soon, the area was littered with spaceship wreckage, the air thick with the smell of burning metal and the despair of aliens. The Tyrants of Cui Ming and the newly formed Tyrants ceased their attack on the spaceships, turning their gazes once more to each other, their eyes burning with fierce battle intent, as if saying, "Now that we've dealt with these minions, it's time to settle things with you!" And so, the two Tyrants roared once more and charged at each other, and a new, even more intense battle erupted in the wrecked space.

As the two Tyrants clashed fiercely, a dazzling beam of light pierced the darkness of the universe, and Ultraman, along with his Ultra Brothers, arrived. They hovered in the distance, their eyes fixed on the two colossal beasts on the battlefield. Seeing the vengeful Tyrant completely overwhelm the newly formed Tyrant in the fight, the Ultra Brothers were filled with astonishment.

The First Generation nodded slightly and said with admiration, "This Tyrant of Cui Ming is truly terrifying in strength, and its combat awareness is even more outstanding. Every move it makes is extremely oppressive." Seven crossed his arms and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "The wildness in its body makes it fearless in battle. The newborn Tyrant was clearly at a disadvantage in front of it."

Jack scratched his head and laughed, "This guy is much stronger than when we encountered him before." Ace, watching the battlefield with a serious expression, added, "It seems that Triumph's training has been very effective, unlocking its full potential." At this moment, Taro also arrived at the scene. He was about to rush in to join the battle when the First Generation quickly stopped him, "Taro, don't be impulsive. Look at Triumph's Tyrant, its fighting style is extremely sophisticated. If you rush in recklessly, you might disrupt its rhythm."

Taro watched the two Tyrants locked in fierce combat, his heart itching with desire, but he managed to suppress the urge. Suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes lit up, and he was about to unleash his energy to perform a self-destruct move when the First Generation, quick as a flash, grabbed his arm: "Taro, don't keep thinking about using self-destruction, it's not a good move."

Seven chimed in, "Yes, Taro. Self-destruction is incredibly powerful, but it's also extremely dangerous. It consumes a lot of energy and causes massive damage to the surrounding environment. Look at this Tyrant who's on the verge of death. He doesn't even need to self-destruct; he can completely overwhelm his opponent with his own strength. Combat skills are the key."

After hearing this, Taro scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I just couldn't help but use this move whenever I saw a fierce battle, thinking it would end quickly." Jack stepped forward and patted Taro on the shoulder: "Taro, we need to practice more other skills in the future. We can't always rely on self-destruction, otherwise it will be troublesome if we encounter a tough opponent and self-destruction fails."

Ace nodded in agreement: "That's right, we need to continuously improve our overall strength, learn from Tyrant of Cui Ming, think more during battle, and make reasonable use of our abilities." Taro looked at the Ultra Brothers and nodded heavily: "Okay, I understand. I will definitely use self-destruct less in the future and study other combat techniques more."

That's what they say, but those who know, know how it turned out.
Recently, Taro has been incorporating the power of self-destruction into his Powerful Bull-Breaking Fist.
On the battlefield, the Ultra Brothers, who were engaged in fierce fighting, were completely unaware that the Ultra Brothers were discussing combat techniques and teaching Taro.

The Tyrant of the Chosen One and the newly born Tyrant had been locked in fierce combat for a long time in this space filled with spaceship wreckage. The Chosen One Tyrant, relying on its rich combat experience and formidable strength accumulated through years of sparring, had been firmly suppressing the newly born Tyrant. Seizing an opening in the newly born Tyrant's defenses, it leaped high into the air using its powerful Red King legs, spinning in mid-air and delivering a powerful kick to the newly born Tyrant's chest. The kick was incredibly strong; the newly born Tyrant couldn't withstand it. Its massive body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc through space before crashing heavily into a small asteroid a kilometer in diameter.

The asteroid, unable to withstand the pressure, instantly shattered into countless fragments. The newly born Tyrant struggled to its feet, but the Tyrant of Cui Ming wouldn't give it a chance. It spewed scorching flames from its mouth, catching up to the newly born Tyrant in the blink of an eye. Then, it swung its arm, modified from the arm of the Super Beast Baraba, unleashing a hybrid whirlwind that tightly coiled around the newly born Tyrant's neck, relentlessly tightening its grip. The newly born Tyrant struggled frantically, counterattacking with its various skills—releasing fire, freezing air, and even attempting to fire beams—but the Tyrant of Cui Ming, with its tenacious wildness and excellent awareness, dodged left and right, completely unharmed by these attacks.

Under the relentless attacks, the newborn Tyrant's resistance gradually weakened, and its body began to stiffen. Sensing its opponent's weakness, the Tyrant of the Dead's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. It suddenly exerted its strength, snapping the newborn Tyrant's neck with both hands, then forcefully flung the mangled body away.

Confirming Tyrant's death, the resurrected Tyrant roared to the heavens, unleashing a triumphant howl. This roar echoed through the universe, filled with the domineering power and pride of a king. Okay. Don't ask how it traveled in a vacuum. Don't concern yourself with monster stuff.

Its aura grew stronger and stronger, as if it were declaring its dominant position to the entire universe.

And Cui Ming also knew that his Tyrant had finished the battle, so what followed...
Cui Ming looked toward a spot as if he sensed something.

It seems to have broken through some kind of time and space limitation.

at last.
Cui Ming made eye contact with a uniquely styled Jetton.

At that moment, Zetton, representing despair, and Storm One, representing hope, seemed to see each other.
They knew that a battle between the two sides was inevitable.

(End of this chapter)