Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Daigo stood there, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes fixed on the broken steel pipe on the ground, speechless for a long time: "..." He hadn't even seen Cui Ming's movements clearly; he only heard a loud bang, and the steel pipe was gone? The power of that punch was even more terrifying than he had imagined!
Cui Ming cracked his knuckles, raised an eyebrow at Daigo, and said with a hint of smugness, "See? This is the power of a human being trained to the extreme. You can do it too. Don't think 'fighting a vomiting bear with one hand' is outrageous. When you train to my level, you can defend yourself with your bare hands, not to mention bears, even if you encounter a small monster."

Daigo swallowed hard, staring at Cui Ming's fist and then at the broken steel pipe on the ground. His shock hadn't subsided—just moments before he'd thought "fighting a vomiting bear with one hand" was a pipe dream, but now he was starting to waver. After all, Cui Ming had proven with his strength that human potential could indeed exceed imagination.

"But, instructor, can I also train to break steel pipes?" Daigo asked hesitantly, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course!" Cui Ming patted him on the shoulder, so hard that Daigo stumbled. "But you have to start with the basics—today's task is to run twenty laps around the training field, then do five hundred push-ups, and finally lift weights one hundred times! Now, begin!"

Seeing the unwavering look in Choi Myung's eyes, Daigo could only resign himself to running. Although he knew the upcoming special training would be tough, looking at the steel pipe fragments on the ground, he felt a strange sense of anticipation—perhaps he could really break through his limits and become a "double-powered warrior" like Choi Myung had said, possessing both the strength of a giant and a powerful physique.

Cui Ming stood still, watching Daigo's retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips. He knew, of course, that "fighting the bear with one hand" was a bit of an exaggeration; he only said it to motivate Daigo. After all, Daigo not only had to face monsters but also carry Tiga's will. Only by making him truly believe in his own strength could he neither rely on the giants nor underestimate himself in future battles.

Choi Myung watched Daigo's retreating figure running on the training field, arms crossed, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips. His earlier statement about "making a bear vomit with one hand" wasn't just empty talk—after all, with the potential of humans trained to their fullest, anyone willing to put in the hard work could absolutely achieve that level.

"If Daigo can really do that, that would be interesting." Cui Ming leaned against the railing outside the training ground, his mind unconsciously starting to imagine future scenarios—for example, one day Daigo was on a reconnaissance mission alone, and suddenly encountered an alien ambush. The alien thought Daigo was just an ordinary Earthling and didn't take him seriously, even arrogantly mocking, "You think you can stop us?"

Then, Daigo calmly flexed his wrist, his eyes turned cold, and with a "thud," his fist slammed into the alien's face! The alien probably didn't even have time to react before he was sent spinning three times on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of "alien blood," and flying several meters backward, lying on the ground unable to get up for a long time.

Daigo was able to step forward, dust off his hands, and calmly say, "Is that all you've got? You dare to come to Earth and cause trouble?" Just thinking about that scene made Cui Ming want to laugh, and even his shoulders started to shake.

He could even imagine the shocked expressions on the faces of those monsters or aliens who initially thought "humans were weak and easily bullied," when they saw Daigo defeat his comrade with his bare hands. At that time, Daigo would not only be able to intimidate the enemy with Tiga's power, but also show everyone with his strength that even without transforming, humans have the confidence to fight against threats.

"Go for it, Daigo," Cui Ming murmured to himself, his eyes filled with anticipation. His rigorous training of Daigo wasn't just about ensuring Daigo's self-defense, but also about making him understand that the Titans' power was an "external advantage," while his own strength was the "foundation." Only by combining the two could they truly achieve "invincibility" in future battles.

In the distance, Daigo had already run twenty laps and was panting heavily as he prepared to do push-ups. Upon seeing this, Choi Myung immediately stood up straight and shouted at Daigo, "Make sure your form is correct! Don't let your back sag! If your push-ups aren't done correctly, no matter how many you do, it's useless!"

Hearing the shout, Daigo quickly adjusted his posture. Although he felt a bit bitter, the thought of the scene Cui Ming had just imagined gave him the strength to grit his teeth and persevere—perhaps he really could become the kind of strongman who could "transform into a giant and fight monsters with one hand." Daigo did push-ups on the ground, his arms aching as if filled with lead, but remembering the image of Cui Ming smashing the steel pipe, he gritted his teeth and did a couple more. He knew better than anyone that Cui Ming's talk of "human potential" was not empty talk—after all, Cui Ming himself was a living example of "being able to fight monsters one-on-one."

Daigo had witnessed everything clearly from the Flying Swallow during the previous encounter with Red King: Cui Ming, carrying no heavy weapons, charged forward with only a specially made dagger, dodged Red King's massive claws, and then punched Red King in the joint. At the time, he didn't think it was that exaggerated, until later when he heard from the technical department that the impact of that punch was at least several hundred tons, directly dislocating Red King's joint and creating an opportunity for subsequent attacks.

"Hundreds of tons of power... Instructor, are you even normal?" Daigo muttered to himself, panting. In the tokusatsu shows he used to watch, Kamen Riders had to transform into armored forms to unleash devastating attacks. But Choi Minkyo was different; he didn't need any transformation items and could have that kind of power just with his bare body. It was even more outrageous than the protagonists in tokusatsu shows.

He couldn't help but think that if Choi Myung were to act in a tokusatsu film, he probably wouldn't need special effects—his punch would shatter a car, his kick would knock down a wall. These scenes that others could only achieve with props and post-production could be filmed on location by Choi Myung. Perhaps the audience would even question whether he used real props because it was "too realistic."

"Don't stop! What are you thinking about?" Cui Ming's voice suddenly came, startling Daigu, who quickly sped up his push-ups.

He secretly glanced at Cui Ming, who was leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, looking at him with no expression on his face. But Da Gu felt that the instructor seemed to have seen through his inner thoughts.

"Instructor, how did you develop those fists that weigh hundreds of tons?" Daigo couldn't help but ask during a moment when he stood up to catch his breath.

Cui Ming raised an eyebrow and smiled, "The more you practice, the more it will come naturally. Don't think too much about it now. First, lay a solid foundation. Once you can do two hundred push-ups with one hand, I'll teach you how to improve your explosive power."

Daigo nodded, still filled with amazement. He knew that Cui Ming must have many untold "secrets," but the fact that he could reach this level simply by "practicing a lot" was enough to shock him.

Perhaps, once he completes his special training, he too will be able to fight threats without transforming, just like his instructor—at that time, he might even become someone "more outrageous than a movie protagonist" in the eyes of others.

Thinking this, Daigo put even more effort into his push-ups, and his form became much more precise. After all, with such an "inhuman" instructor as a role model, it would be too much of a limp if he slacked off. (End of Chapter)