You strike with a sword, I strike with a hook!
The two behemoths were fighting fiercely in the city. Thunder-like explosions were heard continuously, and bright sparks continued one after another. Each move was full of ferocity. With a weight of tens of thousands of tons, every step could set off turbulent waves in the city.
The ground was shaking, the buildings were shaking, the bricks and rubble were jumping, people were running away in panic, the street lights fell to the ground in random directions, the cars on the road rolled everywhere, and even got stepped into huge The footprints are solidly blended with the soil.
The buildings composed of countless homes took several years to build. In just two or three minutes, they tilted or even collapsed, turning into piles of ruins, crushing everything inside. Below, countless people lost their homes, becoming the main scene of this doomsday picture.
Long stood on the street filled with gravel and bricks, looking at the mess around him. The blocks they had patrolled countless times were now gone, and there might even be many familiar people there.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
The dragon roared angrily, but the feeling of powerlessness in his heart became stronger. They trained hard and used blood and sweat to turn themselves into strong warriors, but they were of no use in front of this huge body.
Just like those who have watched countless guides and listened to various video explanations, they entered the real estate market with great ambitions and thought they had rich experience, but they only saw scythes everywhere and were cut off by the cruel reality.
"What on earth can we do?"
The dragon raised his head and looked at Mebius and Transformed Bemonstein fighting each other in the distance. Every step they took could shake the earth. Every time the weapons in their hands were swung, they would make a sharp whistle when they cut through the air, even if Being so far apart made the surrounding glass tremble and even shatter.
In the face of this tens of thousands of tons of power, everything in humankind seems so fragile. The proud skyscrapers are as fragile as paper, and the roads that stretch thousands of miles are as soft as mud. It will break if touched, let alone a small human being.
He couldn't do anything at all, couldn't help at all, even standing there was a burden to Ultraman.
This made Long extremely discouraged, and even more confused about the meaning of his past efforts.
Just in a place that would not affect Ultraman, I watched blankly as Mebius waved the lightsaber in his hand and collided rapidly with the double hook that transformed Bemonstein. Every sound was deafening and every move was earth-shattering.
Kambius turned a deaf ear to it, and just continued to wave the Dreambim lightsaber in his hand, resisting the double hooks that transformed Bemonstein.
Ping! Ping!
Amid the increasingly clearer impact, Membius advanced and retreated in a controlled manner. He blocked the double hooks with a sword, preventing the modified Bemonstein from moving forward. Instead, he was suppressed by Membius's fierce offensive.
"I remember this guy's weakness is." After Mombius stabilized the situation, he turned his gaze to the eyes of the transformed Bemonstein. He remembered that it was recorded in the data that Brother Taylor was initially affected by the transformed Bemonstein. Suppressed, but a brave human suspended the rope to the eyes of the modified Bemunstein, and stabbed the eyes of the modified Bemunstein with a dagger, causing him to lose his vision.
"Attack his eyes!"
Mebius immediately made a decision in his mind, and waved the Membeum lightsaber to block the hook of the transformed Bemunstein. He immediately flipped his wrist and let the lightsaber rotate accordingly. Then he raised it upwards and hit the arm of the transformed Bemunstein. He picked it up, took a step forward with his left leg, and shifted his body's center of gravity, causing him to run directly into the arms of the taller reformed Bemonstein.
Suddenly moving forward, the hook swung forward by Transformed Bemonstein missed. Before he could change his move, Mebius had already moved, and the lightsaber in his hand swung forward, resisting the transformation. Bemenstein's left hook prevented him from bending inward, and his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he swung it forward with force, hitting the modified Bemenstein's right arm, and hitting the modified Bemenstein's right arm. Deflecting outward, then immediately back, giving Transformed Bemonstein a hard blow with his elbow.
Boom!
Amidst the dull impact, the modified Bemenstein's abdomen was dented, almost sinking into Membius's elbow, and then he staggered back, while Membius stood still and did not continue to pursue. Instead, he turned around quickly.
The left arm then waved upward, driving the Membim lightsaber to slash upwards diagonally, drawing an arc on the chest of Transformed Bemunstein, setting off a series of sparks, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Transformed Bemunstein's eyes.
But just when the tip of the sword was about to reach the face of the transformed Bemonstein, an iron hook swung from the side and hit the Menbeam lightsaber, blocking the edge of the Menbeam lightsaber. The terrifying power made Menbeim's lightsaber unable to move forward.
"It's just a little bit." Mebius was a little unwilling. Just a little bit, the tip of the lightsaber could stab the eyes of the modified Bemunstan. Even if it only blinded one, it could also cause extreme damage to the modified Bemunstan. A large impact, thus breaking the balance and ending this battle as soon as possible.
It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world. An almost-almost is an almost-almost. With the height of 80 meters, the Transformed Bemonstein needed more time for Membius to stab the Transformed Bemonstein in the eye, so he won the victory for the Transformed Bemonstein. With a little bit of life, he successfully blocked Mebius's painstaking efforts before launching this sword.
"Ang!"
After the modified Bemenstein blocked Membius's sword, he immediately raised his leg and kicked Membius in the abdomen, which was wide open due to the full attack. The force of more than 100,000 tons caused Membius pain. With a cry, the whole person was kicked away, rolling on the ground in a mess.
Before Membius could stop, the modified Bemonstein had already caught up with him. He kicked Membius while he was still rolling, like a kick, and kicked Membius forward again. It rolled over, and with a loud rumbling noise, it transformed into a giant bulldozer, flattening houses and piles of ruins to the ground.
This is how masters compete with each other. If one move is not careful, someone will seize the opportunity and complete the reversal in an instant.
"Oops, Mebius"
Seeing that Menbius fell down the windy hill of light in early summer, the cicada lay on the tree and said, "Squeak!" squeak! ' kept shouting, the sun hung high in the sky, spreading endless light and heat, passing through the lush branches and leaves, reflecting as many halos as stars and gravel on the ground, the breeze blew by, The branches and leaves swayed, shattering the shadow.
A bus came from afar, passed through the intersection, passed by the tall buildings, and stopped under the tree. The door opened, and Xinxing Mian, a young man who had graduated from university and was carrying a black backpack, got out of the bus and stood Under the shade of the trees, I looked up at the blue sky, as pure as sapphire.
"It looks like the weather is nice." Xinxing mian said to himself, carrying his bag and striding toward his home, looking around as he walked. He didn't know when he started to pay attention to the small town. Every time I came back from school, I would slow down and use my eyes to record the shops, buildings and vehicles on both sides of the widened road.
Then, he discovered that many stores that originally existed in his memory had disappeared without realizing it. He and many children had followed my dreams along this road; this place originally had a store selling Ultraman peripherals. Here he met my dream; over there, he bravely jumped over the abyss-like gap and got the red ball
It has been more than ten years!
The small town where he lives has changed a lot, and he has also changed a lot from a third-grade elementary school student to a fourth-grade college student.
As I was walking, I suddenly heard a surprised shout from beside me: "Xiao Mian, you are Xiao Mian, right!"
Xinxing Mian couldn't help but stop and turned to look in the direction of the sound. He saw a young man covered in oil and sweat walking out of a small factory on the side of the road with a surprised look on his face. He looked very familiar. Xinxing Mian He was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed surprise, and he said: "You are Tian Hao!"
"Yes," Kashimada Hiroshi said. He had already arrived. He was about to hug him, but when he reached out his hand, he saw the gloves were almost soaked in oil and turned black. He stopped quickly and said, "Long time no see. I almost missed him just now." I didn’t recognize you.”
"Yes, we rarely see each other after graduating from junior high school." Xinxing Mian also had a surprised smile on his face, but he was very surprised in his heart. Kashima Dahao, who was a head taller than him back then and liked to bully the weak with a gun, is now His face was full of smiles, and there was no trace of the domineering ferocity he had in the past.
Kashimada Hiroshi took off his oil-stained gloves, pulled up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his sweat, and said: "No way, I don't have good grades like you and Yu, and I can be admitted to a high school in Tokyo. It's inevitable, but didn't we meet it again today? If you say it, you will definitely be admitted to university."
"Yes," Xinxing Mian nodded and said, "I have graduated, passed the prefectural police recruitment examination, and will serve as a patrol officer in Mitsuoka."
"That's great." Kashimada Hiroshi couldn't hide the envy on his face. He reluctantly joined the workforce after finishing high school. After working hard for several years, he opened this family factory that specializes in manufacturing garage equipment. He was busy every day. Late at night, the oil smell on my body cannot be washed away no matter how I wash it.
And Xinxing Mian, who was bullied by him at the beginning, went to college and became a patrol policeman. His salary didn't seem to be very high, but he had a variety of benefits and subsidies. No matter how you look at it, it was excellent. It explained what it means to widen the gap with academic qualifications. Knowledge alters your fate.
Xinxing Mian smiled sheepishly, and then asked: "Are Wataru and Kohei still in Guangqiu?"
"They are all in Mitsuoka. Like me, Wata only finished high school and now he has inherited his family's optical shop. After Kohei graduated from Junior College, he joined a publishing house. If you have time tonight, I will call them two. , let’s take care of you together.”
"Okay," Xinxing said happily, but also said with some regrets: "It would be great if Yu could come. He is preparing for the monk (equivalent to a master's degree) exam in August. I'm afraid he will have to wait until the exam is completed. Got together.”
"He is indeed the best at studying. It doesn't matter. There will be plenty of time in the future anyway." Kashimada Hiroshi also thought of the man who always followed Xinxing Mian, wore thick glasses, and always came first in every exam. Small boys are now out of reach.
Just as he was about to say something more, he heard someone shouting from the factory. He turned around and answered, then turned around and said, "Then we agreed, let's get together tonight."
"Okay, I will definitely go."
The two people who hadn't seen each other for a long time exchanged a few words and separated. Kashimada Hiroshi ran back to the factory holding his gloves. Shinsei Tsutomu stood there and looked at his back, filled with emotions in his heart. He still remembered his junior high school days. Hiroshi Kashima has won many awards for his first-hand model making. He also said that he would become the best model maker, but now he is working in a cramped and noisy family factory.
But think about yourself, why isn’t this the case? I once dreamed of becoming a scientist, inventing an instrument that travels through time and space, and going to find my dream. But now I am about to become a patrol policeman with a stable job and guaranteed income during droughts and floods. I can only comfort myself with the reason "If you can't protect the world, then protect the citizens."
He turned around and walked towards home. In two days he would go to Guangqiu Police Station to report and start his patrol career. This period of time was also his last happy time. He chatted with his parents for a while at home and waited until night fell. On this occasion, I went to an izakaya that Kashimada Hiroshi mentioned.
The small private room can only accommodate four people, but the atmosphere is very lively. Childhood friends who have not seen each other for a long time are chatting, laughing, drinking, hugging each other, and exposing each other's shortcomings. A small embarrassing incident can make everyone laugh. Laughter, the sorrow brought by life has temporarily disappeared at this moment, leaving only the joy of reunited childhood friends and the beauty of reminiscing about the past.
Gentle Nakahara Kohei pointed at Kashima Tianhao and said with a smile: "I remember that Tianhao really liked watching Ultraman, but he was afraid of being laughed at, so he only dared to watch it secretly at home."
Kashimada Hiroshi, who was laughing heartily, seemed to have his tail burned on fire, and quickly defended: "The one who likes Ultraman the most is obviously Xiao Mian. He also said that the town was actually destroyed by monsters, but he and Ultraman Together we saved everyone and the town recovered."
"That's right," Kosugi Gen also thought about it and said, "He also secretly told this to other people who like Ultraman as a secret, and asked them not to tell it, but in fact everyone already knew it."
"Yeah, I was really naive at that time," a drunken Nakahara Kohei waved his hands randomly and said, "I would take the things in my imagination as reality, and always feel that I was great and would become a big shot. But as a result, Haha, the result."
Kashima Tianhao hurriedly hugged Nakahara Kohei, who seemed to be thinking about something unhappy, and said: "I see you are drunk. Let's have a sip of tea first. Today is to help Xiao Mian wash away the dust, so be happy."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Nakahara Gengping also quickly adjusted his mood and became smiling again, but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes, and even his smile seemed to be forcing a smile.
(End of chapter)
