Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Whoosh—" The second super-temperature difference beam shot out again, hitting King Galahad's buttocks precisely!

This time, King Garchomp jumped up in pain, its piercing roar even louder than before. On its gray-green skin, the spots struck by the light even scorched slightly. As it hopped and dodged, it mentally raged: "King Garchomp has never seen such a shameless thing! What kind of skill is it to focus on one spot! If you're so capable, try attacking from a different location!"
"Ouch! It hurts!!!" King Garuda was in so much pain that tears were almost coming out of its eyes. Although the pouches on its cheeks were still swollen, its ability to shoot sparks was slowed down by half a beat - the intense pain made it unable to even concentrate on counterattacking.

But Cui Ming didn't give it a chance to breathe. The third super-temperature difference ray was fired immediately afterward, still aiming at the spot that made King Gara want to cry.

"Holy crap!!! You guys are still fighting!!!" King Gara completely broke down. It no longer cared about fighting back and turned to run away. But after only two steps, the beam of light hit its butt again. The huge impact made it fall flat on its face and lie on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

In the cockpit, Kaina watched this scene and rubbed her forehead: "If you keep going like this, it's going to cry."

"It's better if they cry," Cui Ming adjusted the Xuefeng's flight altitude, preparing to launch the fourth beam, "so that no more alien creatures will dare to loiter around the base gate in the future."

On the ground, King Galahad lay sprawled, the excruciating pain from its rear end making it tremble all over. It looked at the Yukikaze, which was still aiming at it from the sky, and was filled with despair—if it had known that there was such a madman on Earth who "specializes in attacking rear ends," it would never have come here out of curiosity!
Even if King Gala shouted until his throat was hoarse, it would be useless. Cui Ming piloted the Yukikaze, and the cannon muzzle seemed to have eyes, locking onto its rear. Every shot of the super-temperature difference beam hit its target precisely, without a single deviation.

"I have to say! After we modified the program recently, it's become much more accurate!" Cui Ming couldn't help but boast to Kaina on the communicator as he watched Galahad writhing on the ground in pain on the monitor.

Kaina's projection shook its head helplessly: "It's quite accurate, but the attack position... is a bit too fixated on."

Cui Ming stroked his chin, recalling the previous battles, and suddenly laughed: "Sigh... I've seen so many people get caught in the ditch, I've subconsciously started attacking here myself." When dealing with those cunning aliens, many of them liked to use their weak points to disguise themselves, but seemingly unimportant places like the "buttocks" could often catch them off guard. Over time, he developed the habit of "prioritizing" this position.

But then he thought about it again and started "complaining" into the communicator: "These aliens are so bad! They've corrupted me! I used to be a reasonable person, but now they just pick on where it hurts."

The more he spoke, the more convinced he became, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes! That's right! That's exactly it! My turning bad is all the aliens' fault!"

Hearing this, Moriyama, a teammate standing nearby, couldn't help but stifle a laugh over the communicator: "Captain, isn't your excuse... a bit too much of a 'scapegoating'?"

"This isn't an excuse..." Cui Ming retorted seriously, "Think about it, if these aliens didn't come to Earth to cause trouble, would I need to treat them so 'specially'? It's because they forced me to!" And you know what, that's really true—from the Yapoolians to the Kahn aliens, which one of them didn't come to Earth with a purpose, either to cause destruction or to take advantage of others?

Cui Ming's "badness" was always directed at those with ill intentions; he was always very protective of his own people and innocent humans.

On the ground, King Garuda finally recovered. Knowing it couldn't dodge Trevor's attack, it puffed up its cheek pouches to their maximum and sprayed a shower of sparks at the Yukikaze. But Trevor was prepared, skillfully dodging the Yukikaze while also retaliating with a Super-Temperature Difference Ray, which still accurately hit its rear.

"Hiss—" King Gara let out another painful roar, feeling utterly hopeless. It couldn't understand how it had come to Earth out of curiosity and ended up with such a crazy person who "only targets butts," and then had the other party blame the aliens for "going astray." It couldn't live like this anymore!
The Snow Wind hovered above King Gara, and Cui Ming shouted into the megaphone, his tone carrying an undeniable sense of oppression: "King Gara, stop trying to hold on! If you keep fighting, your ass will be smashed to pieces sooner or later. If you know what's good for you, just surrender now and you'll suffer less!"

On the ground, King Galactus clutched its rear end, wincing in pain, but its mind was still in turmoil—it was, after all, a famous monster in the universe, and to surrender like this would be too humiliating! Moreover, it refused to believe that it had no chance of fighting back. If it could find a weakness in Yukikaze, it might still be able to turn the tide.

"You want me to surrender? Not so easy!" King Galahad growled, though humans probably couldn't understand it.
Then it suddenly exerted force with both arms, grabbed a huge rock next to it, and hurled it hard at the Yukikaze. At the same time, its cheek pouches swelled up again, ready to spray sparks to support its attack—it wanted to try one last time, even if there was only a sliver of hope!
Just then, the roar of engines came from the distant sky, and two figures quickly approached. It was Misato piloting the Varga and Asuka piloting the Balam! The two giant robots formed a triangular encirclement with the Yukikaze, and their cannons were both aimed at King Galahad.

Miri's voice came through the public channel, tinged with a hint of teasing: "Choi, need any help? You seem to be having a lot of fun with this 'ball,' let's add some 'spice' to it!"

Asuka chimed in, "Perfect timing to test our newly modified cannon muzzle. I wonder if it can pierce its rear end~"

When King Gara saw the two robots that suddenly appeared, and then looked at the lurking Yukikaze above his head, he panicked instantly. He was already in enough pain from being chased and spanked by Cui Ming alone. Now that two more helpers had arrived, if the three fighter jets attacked his backside at the same time, forget about turning the tide. His backside would probably be beaten to a pulp!
Recalling the excruciating pain of being struck by the extreme temperature difference ray, and considering the potential combined attack from three fighter jets, its last shred of resistance vanished completely. Dignity and face were utterly worthless compared to the prospect of a "beaten-up backside"!
"Stop...stop hitting me! I surrender! I surrender, okay?!" King Galahad hurriedly threw away the rock in his hand, knelt down with a thud, and raised his hands above his head, afraid that if he hesitated for even a second, he would be met with a new round of "butt attacks".

Looking at the three opposite it, tears welled up in its eyes: "Earthlings are so evil! They deliberately target people's weak points and even bring reinforcements to gang up on them. They're so unreasonable!"

Choi Myung looked at the kneeling King Galahad and said into the megaphone, "Wouldn't it have been better to do this sooner? Why did it have to get beaten up before surrendering? Let's talk about compensation now!" He gestured for Misato and Asuka to aim, ready to act at any moment. "Keep an eye on it, don't let it escape. We'll take it back to base for interrogation later to see what it's up to on Earth." (End of Chapter)