Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Magmagil and Magmakiba unleashed their full power, wielding their arm swords like a storm, each slash and thrust whistling through the air, attempting to force Cui Ming to retreat. But no matter how swift their attacks, Cui Ming's Magma spinal sword always managed to precisely block at crucial points—sometimes with a gentle flick, dissipating the force of the arm sword; sometimes with a horizontal block, rendering their attacks completely ineffective.

Veins bulged on the foreheads of the two Magma aliens, and their breathing became rapid. They realized that their all-out attacks were utterly laughable against Cui Ming. His simplest blocking motions were like an insurmountable mountain, firmly blocking all their offensive efforts. The spectators outside the fence grew increasingly excited, their cheers rising in waves: "Storm One! Finish them off!" "Don't waste time with these two trash!"

Just as Magmagiel swung his sword again to thrust at Cui Ming's lower body, Cui Ming suddenly moved. He no longer passively parried; instead, he took a sharp step forward, his body shooting out like an arrow, his previously composed aura instantly transforming into a sharp, razor-sharp edge. Before Magmagiel could react, he saw Cui Ming's figure flash before his eyes, the spinal sword in his hand gleaming with a brilliant red light like a maple leaf—it was the starting stance of the "Eight Leaves One Blade Style: Crimson Leaf Cutter"!
"Not good!" Magmagil's heart tightened, and he instinctively tried to raise his sword to defend, but he was no match for Cui Ming's movements. With a soft "whoosh," Cui Ming's sword had already sliced ​​through his body, the movement so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

The next second, Magmagil froze on the spot. He looked down at his body and saw a clean cut extending from his shoulder to his waist, like an apple precisely sliced ​​open by a sharp blade. His upper and lower body slowly separated, and red blood and green bodily fluids gushed out in a mixture. He didn't even feel any pain before his consciousness began to fade. Finally, with a "thud," his two halves of his body fell heavily to the ground, completely still.

"Jill!" Magmakiba's eyes turned red instantly upon seeing his companion killed. He charged at Cui Ming like a madman, his arm sword aimed straight for Cui Ming's face. But Cui Ming simply turned to the side, easily dodging the attack. At the same time, he swung his sword backhand, the blade grazing Magmakiba's arm sword and instantly leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his armor.

Magmajiba screamed, staggering back a few steps. Looking into Cui Ming's cold eyes, he finally felt a deep-seated fear. He had previously thought of avenging his people, but now he realized that the gap between himself and Cui Ming was like an insurmountable chasm.

The audience outside the fence erupted in cheers and screams that nearly lifted the roof off: "Great! That's the Red Leaf Cutter! So cool!" "As expected of Storm One! Clean and efficient!" The reason everyone was so enthusiastic was because Cui Ming's fighting style was never hesitant; every move went straight for the vital points. In particular, the "Red Leaf Cutter" move was not only incredibly powerful but also possessed a striking beauty, always ending the battle in an instant, leaving the audience thoroughly entertained.

Cui Ming flicked the blood off his sword, his eyes remaining calm, as if he had merely sliced ​​a real apple, not an alien. He looked at the trembling Magmakiba and said indifferently, "Your turn. Or do you want to surrender?" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and walked step by step towards Magmakiba, each step feeling like it was treading on the other's heart, intensifying Magmakiba's fear.

"Damn it! Don't think I'm afraid of you!!!! I'll avenge Jill!!! Aaaaaaah!"

Magmakiba's eyes were bloodshot, completely driven mad by the death of his companion. Ignoring the blood still flowing from his shoulder wound, he gripped his arm blade tightly with both hands, let out a beast-like roar, and charged towards Cui Ming. The arm blade whistled through the air, aiming straight for Cui Ming's head, as if he wanted to cleave the man in front of him in two.

Despite this frenzied counterattack, Cui Ming's face remained impassive. Just as the arm blade was about to strike his head, he suddenly moved—not to dodge, but to swiftly reach out with his left hand and precisely grab Magmakiba's wrist, which was holding the arm blade. That hand, like an iron clamp, locked onto his opponent tightly, and no matter how much Magmakiba struggled, he couldn't let the arm blade advance an inch further. Magmakiba was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. He could feel a terrifying force emanating from Cui Ming's hand, as if it were about to crush his bones. Before he could react, Cui Ming's eyes turned cold, and his arm suddenly exerted force—"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out, accompanied by Magmakiba's heart-wrenching scream, as his arm, along with the specially made arm blade, was forcibly torn off by Cui Ming!
Crimson blood gushed out, and Magmakiba clutched his empty shoulder, swaying as if he were about to faint from the pain. Cui Ming, holding the bloodstained arm blade and arm, casually tossed them to the ground with a dull thud.

"Ohh ...

Immediately afterward, Cui Ming stepped forward, grabbed Magmakiba by the neck, and lifted the still-wailing alien up like a chick. Amidst the frenzied cheers of the aliens in the arena, he exerted his strength and hurled Magmakiba toward the distant metal fence.

Magmakiba traced a tragic arc in the air. Before he even landed, Cui Ming bent down to pick up the arm blade that had just been torn off. With a flick of his arm, the flesh-and-blood weapon shot towards Magmakiba in mid-air like a cannonball.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!!!!"

The cheers escalated again, and everyone stared wide-eyed. The arm blade, with a sharp whistling sound, pierced Magmakiba's chest, pinning him to the metal fence behind him. Red blood flowed down the fence, Magmakiba's body twitched a few times, and then remained motionless—Magmakiba was dead.

This swift and decisive ending, imbued with the ultimate aesthetic of violence, even impressed the legendary "Piercing Duke" Vlad! Outside the fence, both the bloodthirsty alien audience and the host who had just been providing commentary were speechless with shock at the scene, leaving only cheers and gasps of amazement.

After all, they certainly wouldn't be interested in a regular puncture, but what if it were a penetrating puncture?

Cui Ming dusted off his hands, glanced up at the cheering audience, then down at Magma Kiba nailed to the fence, his face remaining expressionless, as if he had merely completed a trivial task. He bent down to pick up his Magma spinal cord sword, wiped the blood from its blade, and turned to walk off the field—this "revenge battle" waged by two Magma aliens had ended with their deaths, becoming Cui Ming's "spoils of war." (End of Chapter)