Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

Recently, he has appeared in public less often in his Ultraman form, and the amount of Hope he receives has also decreased significantly. If it weren't for this channel to obtain some, it would be a long time before he can upgrade again.

It's decided! I'm going to make this into a five-book series! And I'm also going to add three more spin-offs!

The monk with ten strings of cash took the book that Minghui handed him, glanced at it, and smiled so much that his eyes narrowed. He stroked his beard and said, "You're very kind. Stay and have a simple meal."

"And Jiro's!"

Minghui took out a few more electric toys from his bag and handed them to Jiro, who was sitting next to him, with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Minghui!"

Jiro blinked, gave a reserved smile, thanked Minghui, and then reached out to take it.

His eyes were filled with curiosity as he looked at the toy car in his hand.

At the monk's insistence, Minghui had lunch there.

After the meal, the monk wiped his mouth, looked at Minghui with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "A few months have passed, has your swordsmanship declined?"

"Give it a try?"

Minghui's eyes showed a hint of eagerness.

After leaving Xinshan, he diligently practiced his swordsmanship, and almost never stopped unless absolutely necessary.

His swordsmanship is now far superior to what it was when he left Xinshan, if not divine.

In addition to his strength, which far exceeds that of ordinary Earthlings, Minghui felt that it would be difficult to find an opponent on Earth who could defeat him in this aspect.

Perhaps there are, but definitely not many!

Seeing the confident look on Minghui's face, the monk with ten strings of cash smiled, stood up, and walked outside, calling out:

"Jiro, go and get the wooden sword!"

"okay!"

Jiro agreed and dashed out in a flash.

Minghui followed him out, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Master Shi Guan, I won't show you any mercy!

............

In a bamboo grove outside Baiyun Temple, Minghui and the monk Shiguan stood holding knives.

Jiro stood not far away, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, his face full of excitement, almost as if he was about to grab a handful of sunflower seeds.

"Master Shi Guan, you go first."

Minghui held a wooden sword, blade lowered, and spoke to the monk opposite him.

He had a slight smile in his eyes, but in reality, he was already tense.

He knew that the monk with ten strings of cash was extraordinary. He might just be an ordinary earthling, but his skills must have reached the pinnacle, and he was definitely not someone who could be easily defeated.

"Oh? You said it yourself, so you can't go back on your word!"

Across from him, the monk with ten strings of cash slowly spoke, gently lifting his wooden sword.

Ok?

Minghui frowned, a sense of foreboding suddenly flashing through his mind, but before he could speak, the monk with ten strings of cash rushed over.

The monk with ten strings of cash walked slowly, but steadily.

Seeing this, Minghui cast aside his distracting thoughts and raised his knife to meet the monk's slash.

Seeing Minghui's actions, the monk with ten strings of cash smiled slightly. He simply flipped his wrist and deflected Minghui's blade.

Immediately afterward, Minghui felt a blur before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, the wooden knife was already pressed against his neck.

hiss~

Minghui's pupils dilated violently. He had considered many possible outcomes, but he never expected to lose so easily.

"The momentum is good, but the technique is still far from perfect."

The monk withdrew his wooden sword, said something to Minghui, then turned his gaze and suddenly smiled: "Jiro, why don't you join in the fun!"

Minghui, still reeling from the shock, was taken aback by the words: "Jiro...Jiro?"

Jiro had already run over from the side. He took the wooden sword from the monk with ten strings of cash, bowed to Minghui, and raised his head with bright eyes.

"Brother Minghui, please enlighten me!"

"Well... okay."

Minghui gritted his teeth, feeling that Master Shiguan was underestimating him.

But he knew his limits; he controlled his strength and met Jiro's swing head-on.

Huh?

After the first exchange, Minghui was somewhat surprised. Although Jiro was still young, his swordsmanship was quite impressive. It was not only steady and powerful, but also incredibly accurate.

Minghui became interested, and he put aside his underestimation and focused all his attention on dealing with Jiro's attack.

He tried to hold back his strength and relied entirely on his skills to fight Jiro.

But gradually, he realized that things seemed to be getting a little strange.

Even though he had used most of his skills, Jiro still managed to catch them all.

This made Minghui question the meaning of life.

Have I wasted all my days practicing my swordsmanship?

At this moment, Jiro slightly sheathed his sword and said to him:

"Brother Minghui, be careful!"

Minghui was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

Chapter 149 You think you can scare me when I was a kid?!

On the way back to Tokyo, Minghui rode Nomura Takeshi's motorcycle, his eyes somewhat vacant.

That's not right!

Something's not right!

Is my swordsmanship really that bad, even worse than a child's...?

Oh, it's not that we can't compare.

In his sparring match with Jiro, he neither lost nor won.

Neither of them could defeat the other. In the end, Jiro ran out of energy, which led the monk Jikan to stop the sparring match.

But that doesn't make sense either!

His swordsmanship was comparable to that of a martial arts master like the Ketel aliens. Although he didn't win in the end, it still shows that he was quite skilled.

Is it because of the daily instruction from Master Shi Guan?

Minghui had a guess in his mind.

To be honest, these two sparring matches really dealt him a heavy blow, and he even considered following the monk Shi Guan for a few more months to cultivate.

After all, he truly possesses genuine talent and learning, which he is far from being able to match.

But after thinking it over, he ultimately gave up on the idea.

Things are different now. This point in time is approaching the end of the TV series, and many urgent events are about to happen. He cannot leave Fengyuan's side for an extended period of time.

Although, under his influence, Feng Yuan has become much more composed at this time, and his choices on certain matters may differ from those in the original work.

But he was still uneasy; he couldn't entrust the lives of so many people to this.

"However, the good news is that we have also identified our shortcomings."

Minghui sighed softly and tightened the throttle on the motorcycle.

"Next step, let's improve our skills!"

The motorcycle emitted a deep roar, like an angry dragon, and sped away into the distance.

It took Minghui two hours to finally get back to downtown Tokyo.

But just as he was about to return to the sports club, he suddenly felt something strange.

He looked up at the sky and saw a large, churning cloud that had appeared out of nowhere.

The cloud churned and rolled, exuding an ominous aura as it moved into the distance.

Around it were a large expanse of white clouds, which made the cloud cluster look out of place.

"squeak--"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and Minghui stopped the car.

He squinted and looked into the interior of the cloud.

With the blessing of the Eye of Ultra, the clouds used as disguise gradually faded away, revealing the scene inside.

It was a huge, meteorite-like sphere, with a giant, open eyeball embedded in its very center. Just one glance was enough to feel the boundless malice emanating from it.

Cosmic Evil Spirits—Akumania Alien!

Minghui's expression darkened; this guy was not easy to deal with!

Moreover, a distant memory from his childhood is constantly impacting his mind.

Minghui clicked his tongue, twisted the throttle, and drove his motorcycle to catch up.

Damn it, you scared me when I was little, didn't you!

Just you wait!

............

Minghui chased after the meteorite in the sky, twisting the throttle to the maximum and speeding the motorcycle up the top speed through the streets of Tokyo.

Thanks to his amazing reflexes, the motorcycle, which almost left a blur, did not injure any pedestrians, but it did frighten many people.