Ultra: The copy challenge is very simple?

Although the confrontation with Ultraman Zero was beyond Attarga's initial expectations, the situation was still firmly under his control.

This sudden battle, like an unforeseen storm, failed to shake his determination and confidence as a super-timer.

However, the hidden strength displayed by Lugiel of the Bright Galaxy was like a hidden sharp blade that suddenly came out of its sheath at the critical moment, causing Atarga to feel an indescribable shock in his heart.

He had never expected that this seemingly ordinary opponent actually had such amazing skills.

For Atalja, retreat is by no means a sign of admitting defeat, but rather a temporary strategic detour.

He knew very well that defeating Lugiel of the Bright Galaxy might require more time and energy, but the balance of victory would eventually tip to his side.

During this long journey, Atarja felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if the Bright Galaxy Lukiel was not only an enemy in front of him, but also an insurmountable obstacle in his life journey, which might become the fatal blow that ended his dream.

Out of prudent consideration for her own safety, Atarga decided to take a preventive measure - to seal up Mebius, the potential helper, to prevent future troubles.

In this way, no matter what cunning means Lukiel and his accomplices of the Bright Galaxy use, it will be difficult to shake his foundation.

In his mind, a cold and determined plan has already taken shape: "When I successfully seal Mebius, what else can you ants do?"

With this thought in mind, Atarga embarked on a journey to the time and space where Mebius was located, and every step revealed unquestionable determination and strength.

At the same time, in another time and space distorted by mysterious forces, Mebius was standing on a vast plain. There was no one around, only the sound of the wind and the whisper of the grass waves intertwined into a strange tranquility.

Mebius, confused by the sudden teleportation, looked around this strange world curiously and vigilantly, his heart full of doubt and uneasiness.

On this lonely plain, he seemed to be the only living being in the universe, lonely and insignificant. What kind of fate and challenges were waiting for him ahead?

"Where has everyone gone? Am I the only one here?"

Mebius looked around, doubts in his heart growing like weeds. He muttered to himself, trying to find a clue from this empty plain to determine whether this was the setting of some unknown copy, or whether it was hiding a more complicated truth.

Just as he was immersed in confusion, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his heart like a dark cloud, as if some indescribable force was quietly approaching.

The sky, which should have been clear and boundless blue, suddenly became dark, as if it was swallowed up by some unknown force and lost its original color and brightness.

Mebius raised his head suddenly, his sight piercing through layers of dark clouds, and saw a huge wormhole in space and time suddenly appearing in the sky like a wound tearing through space.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely huge space-time city, like a behemoth that came from another dimension, slowly drove out of the wormhole. Its grandeur was breathtaking.

At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice, with unquestionable majesty, echoed from the Space-Time City, penetrating every inch of space and striking directly into the depths of Mebius's soul: "I am the Space-Time Demon God Etarga, who specializes in erasing the history of the Ultra Warriors' existence! Ultraman Mebius, my target this time is you, surrender!"

As the words fell, Atarga's figure was like a flash of lightning, crossing the boundaries of space and time, and instantly appeared opposite Mebius.

His arrival was accompanied by a deafening roar. The ground seemed unable to bear his weight and suddenly shook violently. Dust flew everywhere and gravel splashed like a rainstorm. The entire plain trembled under the impact of this force.

Mebius's eyes met with Etarga's. The enemy in front of him was wearing a pink mask and armor shining with golden light, and he exuded a powerful aura that made people's heart palpitate.

The existence of Etarga is like an insurmountable mountain, which makes Mebius feel deeply fearful and vigilant.

"Etalga..." Mebius repeated the name in a low voice, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

He knew that the demon god in front of him was not only his personal enemy, but also a threat to all Ultra Warriors. A contest concerning history and destiny had quietly begun.

"Hmph, the hero of fire who once defeated the Anperla alien and his terrifying dark armor, today let me, Atarga, personally test your strength to see how much praise you deserve!" After saying that, Atarga strode towards Mebius with an arrogant attitude. Every step seemed to be stepping on a war drum, stirring the surrounding space.

Mebius saw that his opponent was coming at him aggressively, knowing that he had no choice but to face him head-on, with a determined light in his eyes. Attarga's attack was as fast as lightning, and a sharp hand knife cut through the air and went straight to Mebius's vitals. With his agility, Mebius easily avoided the fatal blow with an elegant sideways movement. Then, he seized the opportunity and hit Attarga's chest covered with solid armor with a punch at lightning speed.

"Boom!" A dull sound echoed in the empty battlefield. However, Atharga stood firm like a mountain, without even a shake in her body. Obviously, Mebius' attack did not cause any substantial damage to her.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Etarga's mouth, and then another powerful slap whistled out, with a gust of wind that was enough to tear apart space, directly at Mebius's face. Mebius reacted quickly, crossing his arms in front of his chest to form a temporary defensive barrier.

"Bang!!" A huge impact force erupted instantly, accompanied by a deafening roar. Under this irresistible force, Mebius was like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind. It was severely knocked back and flew a thousand meters away before it could barely stabilize its body.

This attack made Mebius deeply realize the unimaginable power of Attarga. He knew that he was no match for Attarga with only physical strength. So, he did not hesitate to summon the shining golden Mebius lightsaber from the Mebius aura in front of his chest. As the sword flashed, Mebius's momentum instantly rose, as if he had a sharpness and courage that could cut through all obstacles.

However, facing the lightsaber in Mebius's hand, an extremely contemptuous smile appeared on Atharga's face, as if saying: "What can a mere lightsaber do to me?" This calmness was undoubtedly a silent mockery of Mebius's strength, and made the battle even more tense.

Thus, the second round of the battle began in full swing.

Mebius did not hesitate at all. He tightly grasped the golden Mebius lightsaber, gathered all his strength, and slashed at Atarga with the force of thunder.

The sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the sky, with unparalleled sharpness and momentum, going straight to Atarga's vital points.

However, Atarga's reaction was equally quick. With just one hand, he firmly grasped the sword blade that was shining with bright light, as if it was not a sword condensed from pure energy, but a piece of ordinary iron that could be picked up at hand.

Immediately afterwards, Atarja's offensive came like a tide.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Mebius, who had not yet had time to react. This kick contained amazing power, as if it could split the space and completely destroy everything that stood in its way.

Mebius was agile and at the critical moment, he used his excellent air combat skills to quickly jump into the air, while releasing his lightsaber, cleverly avoiding this fatal attack.

In mid-air, Mebius adjusted his breathing, energy surged throughout his body, and he prepared to perform his signature move - Mebius Ray.

As he swung his arm, a dazzling golden light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, struck towards Atarga at an astonishing speed.

This ray of light contains all the power and determination of Mebius, as if it is going to completely purify all darkness and evil.

However, facing this shocking attack, Atarga seemed unusually calm.

He slowly stretched out a hand, palm facing upward, as if to welcome the coming rain of light.

When the Mebius light touched his palm, it was instantly bounced away by an invisible force. Then the light dispersed into countless tiny light energies, spreading out like bright stars, embellishing the surrounding space like a dream.