Chapter 4: Bare-handed melee combat

Earth, a manor isolated from the world.

Luo Ji sat on a bench by the lake, but his mind raced through the boundless universe.

The two axioms of cosmic sociology, like two stars, rose slowly in his mental universe, illuminating the terrifying picture known as the "Dark Forest".

But at this moment, he froze.

The enormous screen in the sky above the world was playing images he could not comprehend.

The colossal being named Zoffy calmly revealed the coordinates of its civilization.

M78 Nebula.

Luo Ji's brain buzzed, going blank.

The cosmic picture he had just constructed, that unbreakable chain of logic, seemed to show a faint crack at this moment.

Self-expose coordinates?

This…… how is that possible?

Could his deduction be wrong?

Does the chain of suspicion not exist?

Is technological explosion just a joke?

Is the universe not a dark forest but a friendly family?

A fleeting self-doubt sent a bone-chilling chill through Luo Ji.

He turned his head, looking toward Zhuang Yan, who was quietly reading beside him.

"Yan Yan."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Can you keep me company while we watch this screen?"

Zhuang Yan put down her book, gave him a gentle smile, and nodded slightly.

"Okay."

Receiving the affirmative reply, Luo Ji felt as if he had found a sliver of support.

He stood up, and the dignity of a Wallfacer was unmistakably displayed at this moment.

He spoke to the air, issuing a command in an unquestionable tone.

"Construct a fully transparent aerial viewing chamber of two thousand square meters above the manor; I want the best angle to watch the screen."

The order was instantly transmitted via encrypted channel to the PDC.

After a brief silence, he added,

"Right, this is also part of the plan."

…

At the same time, countless civilizations, countless worlds, countless pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the screen that spanned the universe.

Ultraman.

These three characters, like the deepest brand, have been etched deeply into their souls.

The image on the screen continued.

A flash of light, the scene switched.

This time, the lens appeared on an azure-blue planet.

Earth again!

In the city, skyscrapers stood tall, traffic flowed, a scene of prosperity.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently!

The forest trees trembled extremely rapidly, like an earthquake.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a ferocious monstrous beast burst forth from the ground!

It was huge, its body covered in hard scales, exhaling destructive breath from its mouth.

Space monster, Bemular!

Panic spread instantly, people screamed and fled in all directions.

Just then, a red-and-silver beam of light descended from the heavens, slamming heavily before the monster, kicking up clouds of dust!

The light faded, and an equally massive figure stood upon the earth.

First Generation Ultraman!

Bemular let out a hiss, its thick tail like a steel whip, sweeping forward with tremendous force, the air emitting a piercing explosion!

First Generation Ultraman did not dodge or evade, crossing his arms before his chest, he bore the blow head-on!

"Bang!"

The dull thunderous roar echoed over the city, Ultraman's body merely swayed slightly.

He seized the moment, took a step forward, his radiant right hand forming a knife hand, and struck fiercely at Bemular's nape!

The beast screamed in pain, turned its head and swept its tail sideways!

First Generation Ultraman performed a nimble backflip, easily dodging it.

Immediately afterward, he assumed his classic fighting stance and threw a punch that slammed hard into Bemular's abdomen.

In that instant, First Generation leapt up, rode on Bemular's back, and began punching it blow by blow.

The surrounding land cracked and collapsed; numerous tall, dense plants were ground to powder like fragile tofu.

…

Cybertron Planet.

Qingtian Zhu's electronic eye flickered with bright light.

Although this huge creature was not an Autobot, his posture of protecting the weak and fighting evil made him feel a deep inner affinity.

Similarly on Earth, similarly guarding that beautiful blue planet.

The warrior known as Aoteman is on the side of justice.

This made his heart warm involuntarily.

Green Grassland, Wolf Castle.

Huitaillang opened his mouth wide, and the frying pan in his hand clanged to the ground.

"I… my goodness!"

He looked at the towering figure of Aoteman, tens of meters high, on the sky curtain, and was completely dumbfounded.

Too huge!

Too strong!

A casual punch creates a crater tens of meters wide, and a casual kick crushes a vast expanse of dense trees!

Huitaillang's brain raced.

If… if he, Huitaillang King, could also become that tall,

Not to mention a single little fat sheep; the whole Goat Village, he could flatten it with a single kick!

By then, wouldn't his wife, Hongtailang, have mutton to eat every day?

Just thinking about this, Huitaillang's saliva was almost dripping.

Divine Realm.

Tang Shan looked at the battle in the sky curtain; his originally solemn expression had now turned into undisguised contempt.

"Heh, I thought it was some remarkable civilization."

He snorted with laughter and said to the Fense Tuzi beside him.

"It turns out this is just such crude and barbaric melee combat, utterly savage."

In his view, this kind of fist-to-flesh combat style is truly too lowly, devoid of any beauty, let alone any skill.

"That so-called monster, at best, is equivalent to the level of a hundred-year soul beast in our Divine Realm."

Tang Shan curled his lip and said arrogantly: "Such trash, I could wipe it out with a flick of my finger."

The Fense Tuzi beside him shook its long ears and gave a dainty hum.

"Brother Shan, I'm a hundred-thousand-year soul beast! Looking at this, the civilization level of the M78 Nebula doesn't seem all that great either."

Tang Shan smiled with satisfaction.

"That's natural."

"After all, not every civilization is worthy of being mentioned alongside our Divine Realm."

Three-Body World.

Inside the command center, the atmosphere was eerie.

The Leader, who had just recovered from thought disorder, and all the Three-Body Executives, were completely stunned.

Their thought bodies once again fell into a dilemma of logical processing.

A powerful civilization that dared openly to provoke the Dark Forest Law and expose its home……

Its fighting style, surprisingly, was…… bare-handed combat?

This defies logic!

A civilization with interstellar travel capability certainly has a high technological level. Yet why would they still use such primitive, such inefficient means to fight?

"I understand."

An executive's thought undulated, and he reached a conclusion.

"This M78 Nebula is not strong at all, just ignorant! Their tech tree is skewed; perhaps they excel only at interstellar travel, but individual combat ability is extremely low, and their tech content is quite ordinary."

This conclusion seems quite reasonable.

However, the Leader immediately vetoed him.

"No."

The Leader's thought body firmly locked onto the red-and-silver giant on the sky curtain.

Although the battle was brief, he felt something ineffable from that giant.

That was not mere physical strength.

"Continue watching." the leader said in a deep voice.