I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

He simply couldn't believe that the body of this Wood-Dwelling alien was harder than the road roller he had smashed.

"Have some fun with me, and maybe I'll leave you with a whole corpse." The Wood-Earthling grinned, but his hand unconsciously reached into the pocket inside his clothes, fiddling around as if trying to pull something out.

Masaki Keigo dismissed it with disdain.

He clenched his fists and went up again.

He roughly understood just how tough the alien's body was, and it was time to finish it off. Looking at the alien's repulsive face, he felt truly disgusted.

I can't stand it anymore; the more I look, the angrier I get.

Ugly things, aliens just look different.

Masaki Keigo suddenly leaped forward.

"Go to hell." Masaki Keigo raised his fist, preparing to unleash a barrage of punches.

You could simply pulverize the opponent's body. Then you could collect some of the remains and take them back to study.

But the Muzhen Star people didn't have any martial ethics. They suddenly took a few steps back and pulled out a U-shaped gun from their pocket. This gun was standard issue for Muzhen Star people; almost everyone on Muzhen Star had one.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Masaki Keigo's body, a cruel smile revealing a hint of smugness.

"Battles are never fair. Hunting is about using every means to eliminate the prey." The Wood-Zhen alien's eyes were full of arrogance as he said, "Remember this, Earthling, this hunting game ends here. Your mortal body can't withstand the power of a gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wood-Piercing Alien pulled the trigger, and a laser beam shot out.

Masaki Keigo's eyes narrowed.

"Woof woof~" The little dogs in the distance barked loudly when they saw it.

Masaki Keigo stomped his foot and stopped abruptly. He dodged to the side, but the laser's speed was nothing compared to how fast the Kirieloids had used a road roller to smash him.

His eyesight is excellent; he can clearly see many fast-moving objects. Even the wings of a constantly fluttering dragonfly, the wings of a fly…

A powerful punch.

A direct hit on the abdomen of the Muzhen alien.

"Pfft!" The wooden alien felt nauseous, and the gun he was holding involuntarily fell to the ground with a thud.

Just as he bent his knees, about to kneel on the ground, Masaki Keigo did not give him the chance at all, and kept throwing punches, trying to take the dog's life of the Wood-hearted Alien.

"Thump thump thump..." With each heavy punch from Masaki Keigo, it seemed as if a small dent was punched into the Wood-Pure Alien's body, causing it to tremble continuously. The higher the frequency of Masaki Keigo's punches, the higher the frequency of the Wood-Pure Alien's trembling became, as if it had been electrocuted.

"All I can do is send you to your death." Masaki Keigo said his last words, and then threw a final punch, easily taking the life of the wooden alien.

The Wood-Pure Starman's body appears covered in fist marks, every part of him riddled with dents. The sheer number of these marks is terrifying. His internal organs are even more ravaged, destroyed and reduced to a pool of blood.

Masaki Keigo coldly stared at the lifeless Mujin alien who had collapsed to the ground.

A boring opponent. Suddenly, I don't even want to do any more research.

He turned his head and looked into a shadowy spot, saying, "I know you're there. Come out. I can smell the same filth emanating from you as he does."

"Not bad, kid. You actually managed to kill us Muzhen aliens. I acknowledge your strength." Another Muzhen alien emerged from the shadows, grinning maliciously. "I've completed my initial investigation and know the true extent of your Earthlings' physical abilities. Your physical abilities are completely different from ordinary Earthlings. It seems there are two Ultramen on your planet whom you revere as guardian deities. Could you perhaps be one of those two Ultramen?"

“I’m sorry, no, but it’s only temporary. Soon I will become the Giant of Light,” Masaki Keigo said.

"Then, may I call you an incompletely evolved life form?" This Wood-Zhen alien remained completely unmoved after witnessing the death of his companion.

He realized that if they were to fight head-on, his physical abilities would likely be inferior to Masaki Keigo's.

But it doesn't matter.

He said those words on purpose to find out if Masaki Keigo was Ultraman.

Without the slightest hesitation, Masaki Keigo told him no.

A life form that cannot grow to a gigantic size.

No matter how strong.

However, once they encounter an opponent capable of growing to gigantic size, and that opponent manages to grow to gigantic size, they are nothing special.

The Wood-Golden Alien plans to grow to gigantic size to eliminate Masaki Keigo.

We must make this arrogant human understand that in the face of the Muzhen Star people, Earthlings are merely objects of debate.

"You're strong, but this is where you stop." The Wood-Piercing Starman stepped out from the shadows, his footsteps landing on the corpses of his comrades. "I'll show you the true difference between you and us. I'm not like this fool, who died without understanding how to use every means to defeat an enemy. Do you know what gigantification means? Whenever a life form can achieve gigantification, it means it possesses formidable combat power..."

"Bang!" The Wood-Pure Alien hadn't finished speaking.

Masaki Keigo was already getting impatient.

He suddenly rushed forward and punched the wooden alien right through the chest.

"Do you really have to talk this much nonsense when facing the enemy?"

Masaki Keigo looked at the incredulous Kijin alien.

He slowly pulled out a pair of blood-stained hands.

He didn't care whether the Muzhen aliens could grow to giant size. If they really could, he would kill them before they could, and that would resolve all the crises.

They have a way to deal with any difficulty.

Masaki Keigo took out a napkin from his pocket and wiped his hands, which were covered in the blood of the Wood God Alien.

He stared at the relatively intact corpse of the Wood-Dwelling Alien.

"At least now I have a complete alien corpse to study."

"Woof woof~" The puppy wagged its tail and came over, circling around the corpse of the Wood-Pure Alien.

It even raised its hind legs and urinated next to the rather rotten Wood-Dwelling Alien.

The puppy held the aliens who wanted to invade Earth in utter contempt.

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

Similar scenes are playing out in other places as well.

For example, a little bird.

He was skipping and hopping down the street, clutching his brand new candy.

A box of candy a day will inevitably lead to cavities. But it's okay, I haven't lost my baby teeth yet!

But when he reached the corner, he bumped right into a tall man.

"Ouch!" Little Bird cried out in pain and plopped down on the ground.

Even the candy he had just bought was scattered all over the floor.

He looked up and saw a man with a terrifying expression.

He was holding a U-shaped gun in his hand.

"Earthling brat, can't you watch where you're going? I think you're tired of living." The Wood-Tree alien pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at the little bird.

"!!!" The little bird trembled with fear.

But she still didn't forget to use her hands to pick up the scattered candies and put all the beautifully packaged candies back into the gift box.

"You, you don't come any closer!" The little bird clutched the candy box tightly.

The Wood-Pure Alien didn't speak, but ruthlessly pulled the trigger.

But just as the laser was fired, a figure ran over from the side, moving so fast that he grabbed the little bird and dodged the shot.

Silver strands fell on the little bird's head. The little bird looked up and saw that the person was none other than the old woman who had given the little bird candy a while ago.

"It's you, Grandma!" Little Flying Bird's eyes lit up.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, little one," the old woman said kindly to the little bird.

She looked at the Wood-Earth alien; though old, it was still capable of fighting.

This is the power that the Holy Church bestowed upon her.

When she returned from the supermarket after buying discounted items, she saw the little bird about to be in trouble, and she instinctively rushed over.

He held the child tightly, thus avoiding the gunshot.

Now is the time to put that power to good use. With great power comes great responsibility. Grandma won't allow anyone to act recklessly.

The old woman said in a deep voice, "Young man, put down your butcher's knife and turn back before it's too late."

"Earthling, I'm not younger than you," the Wood-Pure Starman said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the old woman noticed that the hands of the Wood-Pure Alien were not human at all.

She calmed herself down and realized that what she was facing was a major crisis.

First, you need to take the other party's gun away.

Otherwise, there will never be peace.

The Wood-Pure Star People didn't care that an old woman had appeared.

Although the old woman displayed physical qualities unbecoming of an elderly Earthling, the Muzhen aliens didn't seem to care at all. It seems every Muzhen alien was like this—arrogant and self-important.

He pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at the old woman and pulled the trigger again.

But the old woman was no pushover either. Seeing this, she immediately darted left and right, dodging the Wood-Dwelling Alien's shot.

At the same time, he immediately snatched the gun from the Muzhen alien with both hands and fired several shots at the Muzhen alien with his backhand.

The Wood-Dwelling Alien was unable to dodge in time and was shot directly. Or rather, the Wood-Dwelling Alien simply didn't understand the concept of dodging; facing a child and an old woman, he didn't even expect his gun to be taken away.

He was shot and fell to the ground, blood flowing out and soaking his clothes.

The old woman pointed the gun at the head of the Wood-Gold Alien.

"I have never killed anyone in my life, but when the time comes to act, I will not hesitate. This is to protect the future of the new generation and to repay the blessing of the Holy Church's ruler. I will bear all the consequences. In short, please go on your way," the old woman said slowly.

She pulled the trigger, protecting the little bird.

As a believer in the Holy Church.

If the Lord knew, he would be very pleased.

The miracles bestowed upon us were used in the right way.

The old woman looked up at the sky and silently prayed to the gods.

The young bird sat there, watching the scene unfold.