Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

His Ultraman consciousness was severely damaged after being destroyed by the Zuluk aliens. No matter how he tried to activate it, it was like throwing a stone into the sea, with no response whatsoever.

Although Seventh Master comforted him that this was only temporary, and that it would take a long time to recover before he could use it again.

But who knows how long he means by "a long time"? If we follow Ultraman Seven's concept of time, this "long time" is probably going to be a very long time!

He can't accept that!

Fortunately, the system was reliable. What was originally just a small experiment unexpectedly reactivated his Ultraman consciousness, which was a pleasant surprise for Minghui.

Although he can't use much of the re-emerged Ultraman consciousness yet, he believes that he's not far from being fully recovered.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

Minghui was in a great mood and raised the axe in his hand again.

He immediately sensed the difference from before.

The axe in his hand hadn't changed, but he felt even more comfortable wielding it.

With a glint in his eyes, Minghui swung the axe in his hand.

It seems like moving it slightly to the left would be better...

The wrist should be used with more force...

As if a voice from the depths of the universe was reminding him, Minghui's actions changed accordingly.

"Crack!"

It was clearly the same tree, only the location where it was cut was slightly higher than before, almost no different from before.

But the effect of this strike was surprisingly good. Although it still didn't split the creature in two, the axe blade was much deeper than before, and it was just a little short of cutting it in half.

It really works!

Minghui was shocked and overjoyed.

He was right; the 'special ability' was indeed related to the mind, and strengthening it could improve his comprehension!

Minghui's confidence soared, and he swung his axe repeatedly.

An ax...

Two axes...

Three axe blows...

As his understanding deepened, Minghui recalled the advice the monk Shiguan had given him, his hands never ceasing their movements.

His improvement was almost visible to the naked eye, not only because of his increased comprehension, but also because he had worked hard for a long time before.

Finally, Minghui swung his axe again, but felt that the resistance to the axe was almost imperceptible.

He looked up.

The tree in front of him had been chopped down with a single axe stroke, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror!

Chapter 54 The Omnipotent Monk Ten Strings of Cash!

"Master Shi Guan, I've done it!"

Inside the courtyard of Baiyun Temple, Minghui's slightly excited voice rang out.

"Oh?"

The monk with ten strings of cash was sweeping dust in the courtyard when he heard the sound. He looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Minghui had already spotted the monk with ten strings of cash. He walked over, raised the axe in his hand, and repeated:

"Master Shi Guan, I've mastered it!"

"Hmm, let me take a look."

The monk with ten strings of cash pondered for a moment, then reached into Minghui's basket.

He pulled out a piece of firewood, examined it, and nodded upon noticing the neat and clean cut: "It's really well done."

"Master Shi Guan, what will I practice next?"

Minghui said with some anticipation.

"There's no rush."

The monk waved his hand slightly and smiled.

He found two stones, placed the firewood he was carrying on them, then went back into the house, took out the wooden knife, and handed it to Minghui, saying, "Try this."

"no problem!"

This time, Minghui didn't hesitate. He readily took the wooden knife, slightly adjusted his posture, and aimed the knife at the piece of firewood.

At this moment, he was extremely confident that he could cut it in half with just this wooden knife!

At this moment, Minghui's temperament seemed to change, and he became like a sharp blade ready to be drawn, revealing its full brilliance.

The monk standing to the side, holding ten strings of cash, watched him and nodded slightly.

"bass!"

With a soft sound, the wooden knife in Minghui's hand flashed like lightning, leaving only a blur in the air, but it was already over.

"Bah!"

The firewood stuck between the rocks suddenly broke in two and fell to the ground with a soft thud.

The wooden knife in Minghui's hand was almost completely free of scratches!

Minghui glanced at the two pieces of firewood on the ground, a smile playing on his lips, and looked at the monk with ten strings of cash.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

The monk stroked his beard gently and nodded in satisfaction.

Minghui smiled reservedly, and then once again proposed to the monk Shiguan that they begin the next stage of practice.

To everyone's surprise, the monk with ten strings of cash waved his hand again and said, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."

As he spoke, he took another piece of firewood from his basket, gestured to Minghui, and said, "Let's try again this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flung his hand, throwing the firewood in his hand into the air.

Minghui's expression changed, and he felt a sense of gravity.

As we all know, moving targets are much harder to hit.

Seeing the firewood begin to fall from the sky, Minghui didn't have time to think and grabbed his wooden knife to meet it.

"Snapped!"

A completely different sound rang out. As the wooden sword and the firewood clashed, the firewood did not break as before, but was knocked away.

"Dynamic targets are completely different from static targets. To become a good swordsman, strength, eyesight, and precision are all indispensable!"

The monk with ten strings of cash stepped forward, picked up the firewood that had fallen to the ground, and explained to Minghui.

"Let's practice this first!"

Minghui nodded silently. He held the wooden sword in front of him and frowned slightly. He noticed a small notch on the blade, which ruined the overall aesthetic appeal.

"You're not skilled yet, so use the axe first."

The monk with ten strings of cash took the wooden knife from Minghui's hand, ran his hand over the nick on the knife, and looked somewhat regretful.

"Feel sorry."

Minghui stood to the side, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"It's alright." The monk with ten strings of cash waved his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Neither the axe nor this wooden sword can give you the best training results. It would be best if you had your own sword so that you could fully unleash your potential."

"It just so happens that I know a little about metallurgy. If you have the right metal, I can forge a knife for you."

Gently stroking his beard, the monk with ten strings of cash spoke again.

Minghui was pleasantly surprised. He hadn’t expected the monk with ten strings of cash to be so versatile, even knowing how to forge knives!

But then he was a little troubled. Where could he find suitable metal in this desolate wilderness?

Just then, a thought struck him and he remembered something.

"Please wait a moment!"

Minghui asked the monk Shiguan to wait a moment, then ran into the house and took out the backpack he was carrying.

Minghui opened his backpack, searched through it, and took out a blue transparent tag.

"Master Shi Guan, will this work?"

Minghui probed.

This is Zuluk Metal. Although it looks like plastic, it is actually genuine cosmic metal!

Ever since Ron arrived, Minghui has been extremely vigilant against this scoundrel who had once coveted his treasure. Not only has he kept a close watch on him on ordinary days, but he also brought him along this time.

Otherwise, by the time he gets back, who knows if these things will still be there?

He brought not only Zuluk metal, but also Kendoros's Sword Wheel Grass!

I wonder if Master Shi Guan can handle cosmic metal.

Just as Minghui was lost in thought, the monk with ten strings of cash took the Zuluk metal from his hand, examined it for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Huh? What a peculiar substance!"

Minghui felt a little nervous. This was the most suitable item he had on hand. If the monk Shiguan couldn't handle the cosmic metal, he would have to find another way.

"Hmm, I've never seen this material before, but it should work. I can give it a try."

After examining the Zuluk metal repeatedly, the monk with ten strings of cash gave his answer, but then added, "But if we only have this one piece, the material is a bit too little. At most, we can only make a short sword."

Can it be used?

Upon hearing the monk's answer, Minghui was overjoyed.

If Zuluk metal is possible, then what about Sword Wheel Grass...?

Although sword-wheel grass is technically a plant, it is harder than metal when fully mature!

Thinking this, Minghui took the sword-wheel grass out of his backpack again: "Would this be enough?"