I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

Even if he looked down on Daigo, he was still somewhat proud after defeating him.

After all, Daigo defeated him fair and square once, and this time he has successfully avenged himself.

“It really is a spark prism.” Wumaquan raised an eyebrow.

Surprisingly, even after special training, Daigo still managed to lose the Spark Prism.

I promised last time that I would take responsibility for the transformation device and wouldn't let it get lost.

As a result, in just a few days, it ended up directly in Masaki Keigo's hands.

Although they had seen the Spark Prism in Masaki Keigo's hands, Wuma Izumi and Seven were still somewhat incredulous.

"Could it be stolen?" Seven was very familiar with this kind of thing.

“That’s possible,” Wu Maquan said. “If the yang method doesn’t work, they’ll try the yin method. Da Gu is a complete hothead and he’s easy to fall for. I wonder when he can change his ways.”

"I wonder where Daigo is now," Seven wondered.

If he really lost to Masaki Keigo, Seven felt that the Jeep training might not have been tough enough, and he needed to go for something even tougher.

What right does a man who can't even keep an eye on a transformation device have to be Ultraman?

“No matter where it is, the transformation device is lost anyway,” Wumaquan said.

Across from him, Masaki Keigo had no idea what Wuma Izumi was muttering to himself.

But he wasn't blind. He could still tell from Wumaquan's expression that even after he took out the Spark Prism, Wumaquan remained suspicious of him.

Damn it... just how much does this guy look down on him?

Being looked down upon by those who look down upon him, this humiliation made Masaki Keigo feel as if a fire was burning in his heart.

He said angrily, feeling frustrated, "This is not a suitable place to fight. If we're going to fight, let's find another place."

"Okay, okay, you're right, I'll listen to you." Wuma Quan nodded, getting one foot off the jeep again. He was originally planning to drive the jeep home, but Masaki Keigo suddenly appeared and caused this mess, so he had to deal with it and also snatch Daigo's Spark Prism back.

If Masaki Keigo knows when to stop.

If Masaki Keigo hadn't come to him after obtaining Daigo's Spark Prism, he might have already revived the stone giant, activated the ancient light genetic factor within him, and transformed into a giant of light, now appearing in the mortal world.

But Masaki Keigo made a wrong decision.

That is, after obtaining Daigo's Spark Prism, instead of rushing to convert the ancient light genetic factors in his body and turn himself into light to throw into the giant statue, he came to cause trouble for him, wanting to take away his transformation device as well.

Not to mention him, Seven was the first to refuse.

Even if he doesn't make a move, Seven will probably be the first to step forward and teach Masaki Keigo a lesson.

Stealing the Ultra Glasses removed his limiter, didn't it? To get them back, wouldn't that require using dark powers?

Both morally and logically, Seven would not stand idly by.

.........

The two arrived at an open space.

Almost no one comes here; it's a dead end.

Wu Maquan didn't drive his Jeep; instead, he left it parked in front of the supermarket. Perhaps this was to make it easier for the young people to take photos, since his Jeep was clearly not an ordinary vehicle, and many young people wanted to take pictures with it. When he came out of the supermarket, he saw three or four young people surrounding him taking pictures.

Masaki Keigo rolled up his sleeves. The clothes were fairly sturdy; they hadn't completely torn after three minutes of relentless, breathless punching, but they had already caused some internal damage. Now, even a slight tug could be heard, a tearing sound as if the inner fibers had been completely destroyed.

After the battle, I should go and buy some nice clothes.

"I'm curious what gives you the confidence to think you can defeat me and get my transformation device." Wuma Quan said calmly, lazily yawning.

"Of course it's my strength. Before I defeated Daigo, he thought he was just like you, that he was very strong and superior to others, but he didn't know that your strength was nothing in my eyes." Masaki Keigo said expressionlessly, "Watch closely, I will shatter your dreams and make you understand the cruelty of reality. Without the transformation device, you are nothing."

Having said that, Masaki Keigo took a step forward.

His fists were clenched tightly.

The spark prism on his chest was held in place by his clothing.

This is a battle for dignity, and also a battle concerning the future of all humanity. Masaki Keigo will never back down, and will never yield. Humanity is destined to evolve; darkness cannot destroy humanity, it will only become a stepping stone.

As Masaki Keigo approached step by step, Wuma Izumi seemed to feel a gust of wind blowing towards him.

His black bangs fluttered slightly, revealing his forehead below his hairline.

He was also curious about just how strong Masaki Keigo had become.

Judging from Masaki Keigo's demeanor, he doesn't seem to be lying. It appears that he truly and honorably defeated Daigo head-on.

But Daigo can now kick a waterfall in half with a single kick. Even facing such a powerful Daigo, Masaki Keigo can still defeat him. Did he obtain some other fortuitous opportunity? Perhaps a mysterious villainous boss he's never met, existing only in speculation? Something that appeared due to the timeline contraction caused by Daigo's absence and inaction.

Seven, hidden within Wuma Izumi's body, sensed a different aura, a feeling that seemed to emanate from Masaki Keigo, a feeling that was both light and darkness.

There's an evil aura about it, but it doesn't seem entirely pure.

What's going on here? If it weren't for this evil aura, Seven would probably have thought that Masaki Keigo could become the light.

He curiously observed Masaki Keigo through Wuma Izumi's body. Just how different was this human who kept saying he wanted to steal the Ultra Glasses?

"Ora!" Masaki Keigo arrived in front of Wuma Izumi and decisively threw a punch.

This was accompanied by even stronger winds.

This punch is enough to easily crack an entire wall.

Wuma Quan calmly raised his hand to catch it, his right hand tightly gripping Masaki Keigo's fist, exerting only a slight force, already reaching the limit of human endurance.

He was originally a human form of the Dark Ruler, and his power was extraordinary. Moreover, after becoming Seven's human form, he also had the added power of light at any time, making his body even stronger.

"Please, you're weak." Wuma Quan felt the power of Masaki Keigo's punch.

No wonder Masaki Keigo is so confident.

It is no longer a human power.

Did Masaki Keigo have other opportunities after all?

It seems that not only the main characters have changed, but even the supporting characters have changed. Wumaquan thought to himself.

"Damn it." Masaki Keigo snorted coldly. He wasn't surprised that Wuma Izumi could easily take that punch. Even Daigo could take it, let alone Wuma Izumi? This guy was even more irresponsible and clueless than Daigo, a two-faced bastard who just liked to slack off. Despite his formidable strength, he did absolutely nothing.

Just now, because of Wuma Izumi's comment that he was weak, Masaki Keigo decisively added a new label to Wuma Izumi - hermaphrodite.

Just as he was about to pull his fist back from Wumaquan's grasp, he unexpectedly discovered an immense force coming from Wumaquan's arm that was difficult to resist, as if it were an iron clamp that held him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.

Masaki Keigo's expression gradually turned ugly.

What amazing power!

His feet were firmly planted on the ground, as if he were squatting in a horse stance.

He strained with all his might, trying to pull himself out.

But just when he was giving it his all...

Wumaquan suddenly let go, his five fingers spread open, without any warning.

Unexpectedly, Masaki Keigo was knocked down by his own strength.

He went all out and flipped backward, rolling several times on the ground, almost face-first in the dirt.

In an instant, he was covered in dust and looked extremely disheveled.

"You guy!!!"

Masaki Keigo spat out a mouthful of dust that he had accidentally swallowed.

He glared angrily at Wuma Spring.

They're treating him like a clown.

"How can you blame this on me? I only let go because I saw you wanted to pull it out." Wu Maquan shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"..." Masaki Keigo remained silent, instead getting into a fighting stance, ready to give him a severe beating.

We must make him understand that Zheng Mu Jingwu is not just a figurehead.

That last wave was just due to his carelessness.

You can easily fall into a trap.

He is incredibly serious right now.

How could he possibly lose? He's a man who survived special training on road rollers.

P.S.: Four thousand words, then another four thousand, no stopping!

I had something to do during the day, so I couldn't find a time to write and can only do it tonight.

I started writing at 1:30 AM

I don't know when I'll be able to finish writing these 8000 words.

I feel like I wasted my day.

If I could, I really wouldn't want to stay up this late every day. I also want to be a normal person, sleeping at night and waking up during the day, instead of having my sleep schedule reversed. ￣﹁￣

Requesting votes........

Chapter Ninety-Two: Wuma Spring, Become My Servant

Masaki Keigo calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and composed himself.

He didn't know why, but every time he met Wumaquan, his emotions were easily stirred up.

That's alright, now that he's realized this, he can focus on managing it and make targeted changes.

His gaze remained fixed on Wumaquan.

At that moment, he seemed to see a great deal of light hidden within Wumaquan's body, so dazzling that a trace of black energy flashed in his eyes unnoticed by anyone.

His physique was once again enhanced; it seemed that whenever his emotions reached a certain extreme, the blessings of the Holy Church's Dominator would be bestowed upon him, making him stronger. Beneath these wisps of the Dominator's power, covering the surface, was a vast power of faith, the steadfast prayers of believers. Without deliberate observation, the wisp of black energy was completely unnoticed; one could only sense a pure power of faith.

"Ora ora ora ora!" Immovable as a mountain, yet moving like thunder, Masaki Keigo's next actions perfectly exemplified the meaning of this phrase. He charged forward fiercely, his fists swung continuously, creating a powerful airflow that sent a chill down his face.

He once again treated Wumaquan like a road roller.

Everyone can be a road roller. Everyone can be treated like a road roller.

All he had to do was keep punching, keep punching, until the road roller was completely crushed.