I might be a fake Ultraman

"Why... so strong?" The blond man was lying on the ground, covered in injuries, exhausted his strength, and asked his own question, with disbelief mixed in his tone.

At this moment, the man was in a panic.

The blond man is very confident in his own strength, but it turns out that pure self-confidence is useless.

That perverted man was able to suppress and beat him, moreover, the substantive pressure on his heart made him breathless.

What kind of power is that?

But now, the blond man has completely exhausted all his strength and has no strength to stand up. However, Muji looks extremely relaxed at this time, and is facing the blond man with his back.

The blond man raised his head with difficulty, trying to look at Muji, but from his angle, he could only see the sculpture-like body.

oh yeah~

Muji looked at the pale sky, it would be dawn soon.

Muji put away his smiling face which was rare, but a serious attitude.

"Why? No, it's not me who is strong, but because of your weakness."

"Weak?" The blond man's face became angry, "Stop joking!"

The blond man knew that he was only one step away from reaching the great coat of arms, so how could he be weak?

"Don't bluff, that will only show your weakness more, and..." Muji turned around and looked down at the blond man below him, "Do you know why the flowers on the cliff are so beautiful?"

The blond man frowned, "What do you mean?"

The blond man didn't think Muji would ask irrelevant questions.

"The reason why we find the flowers on the cliff attractive is that we will stop at the bottom of the cliff, instead of taking a step towards the sky like those flowers who are not afraid!"

The blond man froze.

"The reason why you think I am strong is because you are not aware of your own weakness. Your zenith has been limited by yourself, and you dare not imagine a higher level. The sky is actually colorless , it didn't deceive you, you just deceived yourself with your own eyes."

"A higher... level?" The blond man murmured, feeling a little confused in his mind.

Isn't it for a higher realm for a longer lifespan? Is it true that your goals limit your horizons? Are you really that weak?

"No one stands in the sky from the beginning, whether it's you, or me, even God, but the unimaginable window of the throne of heaven is about to end. You... want to stand Is it the top?" Muji said seriously.

Although the blond man couldn't understand what the Throne of Heaven was, he could understand that Muji was asking him if he wanted to become stronger.

The blond man gritted his teeth and got up, kneeling on the ground.

"I want to become stronger, even in my dreams, but... what should I do?"

Muji looked at the blond man in surprise, but he didn't expect the blond man to stimulate his own potential under such circumstances.

But Muji quickly recovered his serious look, showed a gentle smile, squatted down, and pressed the blond man's shoulder with one hand.

Eyes on each other.

At this time, the blond man was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to other things. At this time, his attention was on Muji, looking forward to Muji's next words.

"What's your name?" Muji asked with a smile.

"Richard Minos," said the blond man.

"Is that Minos?" Muji rubbed the blond man's hair.

"Join me, philosophy will make you stronger!" Muji said seriously.

"Okay! I am willing! Please let me join!" Minos nodded vigorously.

"Remember, we work in the darkness, only to serve the light!" Muji instructed.

"Cultivating in the darkness, only to serve the light!" Minos repeated. After saying this, he felt as if his soul had been sublimated, and even the threshold for a breakthrough in the realm seemed to have begun to loosen.

"Hahaha……"

Muji smiled like a senior, and Minos also smiled like a newborn.

Muji silently compares a pair of scissors in his heart.

Another flicker into the organization.

In other words, the lines in the comic book thrown to him by the guy who brought him to save the world were inexplicably useful.

...

The battle on the other side also continued.

Baili Yuan was restrained by the woman in leather clothes in her arms, unable to move at all.

It's so fat!

However, the woman in leather clothes didn't seem to have any intention of helping her companions, so she just controlled Baili Yuan while watching the battle not far away.

And the battle on the other side also fell into anxiety.

That's right, anxiety.

That kid and Murphy are both high-level heraldists in strength, but one of them wins in speed, and the other wins in defense.

Then, it's embarrassing.

The child's attack couldn't break through the defense, and Murphy couldn't catch up with the child to counterattack. The two fought against each other many times, but there was no moment that could determine the outcome.

"Little brother, you're not worried about the older sister over there." The woman in leather clothes asked Baili Yuan with a smile.

"Happy here, bah, worry." Baili Yuan said seriously.

The woman in the leather jacket smiled.

"Then why didn't big sister go to help your companion?" Baili Yuan asked.

"Haha, it's all tied together because of interests, so it's impossible to help him desperately, little brother, when you grow up, you will understand the cruelty of the adult world." The woman in leather laughed.

"..."

"However, my companion is about to lose." The woman in leather said suddenly.

"Losing?" Baili Yuan was taken aback.

"Facing the scholars from Akamoy, it's really stupid to use that conventional method to fight without showing any hole cards." The woman in leather laughed.

"Huh?" Baili Yuan was taken aback.

Does fighting have anything to do with identity?

"After all, the scholars in Akamoy have a lot of tricks." The woman in leather said.

"Why does big sister know that sister is a scholar of Akamoy?" Baili Yuan asked curiously.

The woman in leather pinched the hair on Baili Yuan's face with her fingers and smiled.

"I won't tell you~"

"rua~" Bailiyuan stuck out his tongue.

"What's your expression?" The woman in leather.

"I won't tell you~" Bailiyuan said.

"..."

The woman in leather suddenly had the urge to kill the child in her arms.

"By the way, big sister, do you like listening to the flute?" Baili Yuan asked suddenly.

"What?" The woman in leather lowered her head, and found that at some point, Baili Yuan had an extra flute in her hand.

Then... Bailiyuan blew the flute.