Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The battle was about to break out. The Yukikaze hovered in mid-air. Cui Ming looked down at the constantly twisting red flesh and blood below and raised his eyebrows slightly. This mud-like Linton was really too outrageous. It was much more difficult to deal with than the previous form, but it was also easier to find a breakthrough.

"You guys stay in the air to provide long-range artillery support, and be careful to avoid its split pieces of flesh. I'll go and distract it." Cui Ming finished speaking into the communicator, and without waiting for the others to respond, he activated the Yukikaze's single combat pod and swooped directly towards Linton.

He knew very well that although Linton's mobility was greatly affected—his solidified body made him move slower and turn around clumsily—this thing had a more troublesome "weapon": the damage it inflicted on people's spirits.

It wasn't that Linton had any special abilities; it was simply that its current appearance was too ugly and bizarre—dark red flesh and blood kept rolling and dripping, with fragments of broken clothing and building debris embedded on its surface. Occasionally, twisted limb outlines would bulge out from the flesh and blood, only to be quickly swallowed up. Just looking at it made one's stomach churn, and the intense physical discomfort would directly affect the warrior's judgment and combat effectiveness.

On the ground, several team members responsible for evacuating the crowd saw Linton's appearance and couldn't help but turn away and gag, their hands even trembling as they gripped their guns. In the air, Asuka and Misato also subconsciously avoided the close-up of Linton on the screen, their movements as they controlled their mechs slowed down by half a beat.

But Cui Ming didn't react at all.

He piloted his single-person combat pod, nimbly dodging Linton's swung, fleshy arm. His eyes remained unwavering, as if the creature before him wasn't a repulsive monster, but merely an ordinary target. His willpower had been honed to its limit in countless life-or-death battles; neither a bizarre appearance nor even a more horrific scene could shake him in the slightest.

"Kaina, lock onto Linton's core area and prepare for an energy barrage." Cui Ming's voice came through the communicator, still frighteningly calm.

"Received! Target locked, energy cannon fully charged, ready to fire!" Kaina responded immediately. Although she also found Linton's appearance uncomfortable, she quickly adjusted her mindset under Cui Ming's guidance.

Cui Ming maneuvered the combat pod around to Linton's back and fired a decoy missile at the densest red dot on its back. The intense light from the missile's explosion temporarily blocked Linton's vision.

"She looks disgusting."

The Yukikaze, Balam, and Balga in the air simultaneously fired energy cannons, and three dazzling beams of light accurately struck Linton's core area. With a shrill roar, a huge gash exploded in Linton's body, and red flesh and blood splattered out. His rolling body also temporarily stopped moving.

"Keep attacking! Don't give it a chance to regenerate!" Cui Ming didn't stop, continuing to fire at Linton's breach. He knew very well that if they relaxed even slightly, this thing could recover thanks to its terrifying regenerative ability, and then the trouble would only be greater. The aftershocks of the energy cannon were still reverberating in the air, but the red flesh that had just been blasted into fragments seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, swirling in the air and regrouping—Linton had exploded again, but this damned immortality allowed it to piece together its distorted body outline right before everyone's eyes.

Cui Ming gripped the control stick tighter, his brow furrowing deeply: This thing was truly formidable. The previous high-temperature incineration and the mechs' frantic stomping hadn't completely destroyed it, and now even the saturation attack of the energy cannon could only temporarily disperse it. Its immortality was terrifyingly chilling. Asuka couldn't help but curse into the communicator, and even the usually calm Misato sounded anxious: "At this rate, our energy reserves are about to run out!"

Just when the stalemate seemed insurmountable, a warm yet oppressive golden light suddenly shone through the sky. Everyone looked up and saw the colossal figure of Father of Ultra break through the clouds and land steadily on the ground. He had clearly been observing for a long time and had clearly realized that Linton's regenerative abilities far surpassed those of ordinary monsters; it was not something Taro and the others could deal with using brute force alone—ordinary attacks could only damage its body, but could not sever the regenerative source that permeated every cell of its being. That was why he had come specifically to help.

Father of Ultra first nodded slightly in the direction of the Seth team, then turned to look at Linton, who was frantically gathering, a sharp glint in his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Ultra Badge on his chest flashed with golden light. A flowing Ultra Feather quietly appeared, hovering and spinning in his palm, radiating the power of light that could purify all evil.

"Drink!" With a deep shout from Father of Ultra, he swung his arm and sent the Ultra Feather streaking through the air like a meteor, piercing the core of Linton's maturing flesh with a sharp whooshing sound.

The next second, a dazzling white light erupted from the spot where the feather had pierced the flesh, engulfing the entire mass of flesh like a tidal wave. Linton let out an unprecedented, piercing roar. The red flesh, which had been writhing, began to rapidly melt away under the white light, like ice meeting the blazing sun, leaving not a trace. That chilling regenerative energy also completely dissipated with the spread of the white light—this time, the coalesced flesh showed no signs of revival; it was finally dead.

Father of Ultra retracted the Ultra Feather, glanced at the completely cleared battlefield, nodded to the Seth team's fighter jets, and then transformed into a golden light, disappearing into the horizon. Cui Ming let out a long sigh and said into the communicator, "Let's call it a day. This time... it's finally completely resolved."

The battle finally came to an end, and the Yukikaze slowly landed on the EDF base's helipad. Cui Ming pushed open the cockpit door and stepped down, his steps slightly unsteady—continuous high-intensity combat, coupled with intense mental strain, would leave anyone feeling exhausted. But this exhaustion was mixed with an uncontrollable rage.

He raised a hand to rub his temples, his mind involuntarily replaying the chaos of the past few days: from Linton's resurrection and the high-level research going out of control, to the flesh-and-blood monsters ravaging the city—every step of trouble stemmed from those high-level officials who acted rashly out of fear of death. If they hadn't rashly researched Linton's regenerative abilities and hadn't failed to take proper precautions, none of this mess would have occurred, the entire Set team wouldn't have been exhausted like dogs, and the entire city wouldn't have nearly been plunged into crisis.

"Damn it, this is exhausting for me!" Cui Ming cursed under his breath, his fists clenching unconsciously. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and a thought popped into his head: When I get back, I'll just take down a few of the higher-ups! Not necessarily, but at least I'll settle accounts with them properly, let these guys who only hide behind the scenes pointing fingers and shifting blame when problems arise taste what it's like to have trouble come knocking on their door. (End of Chapter)