With a sharp tearing sound, Silvergon's two horns were severed from its head, and wisps of white smoke rose from the broken stumps.
"Awesome!"
"Great job!"
"Dyna—no, Tiga, finish it off!"
"Let's go, Tiga!"
The crowd erupted in excitement as they saw Silvergon's horns—the very source of its electric attacks—sliced clean off by Tiga.
As long as Ultraman appeared, there was always hope for humanity.
The despair that had filled the people's hearts moments ago was replaced by rekindled faith.
Silvergon looked down at the fallen horns, then roared furiously at Yuzhou, slamming a massive palm toward him in rage.
Yuzhou easily raised one arm to block the strike, then drew back his other fist and slammed it forward.
Boom!
Silvergon was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact that split the earth beneath him.
Yuzhou took two steps back, aimed his stance, and stretched both arms behind him.
Particles of light gathered from every direction, merging with the luminous energy radiating from his colour timer. Then, forming an "L" shape with his arms, Yuzhou fired a blinding white beam toward Silvergon, who was just rising to its feet.
"Zeperion Ray!"
Zzzzz—!
The powerful beam struck Silvergon head-on, the impact sizzling with a crackling sound.
Under the gaze of the people below, the monster that had been struggling against the light suddenly froze, then exploded in a deafening burst.
"Victory!"
"Tiga won!"
"We're saved!"
"Thank you, Dyna!"
"That's not Dyna, that's Tiga!"
"Tiga really exists!"
"I actually saw Ultraman Tiga with my own eyes today!"
Cheers and shouts erupted across the city. Some people were crying, some waving their arms in joy, and others fainted from sheer excitement.
Compared to Huaxia, Japan had even more Ultraman fans—but even in Huaxia, the fanbase was enormous, especially for Tiga.
Yuzhou recalled that Ultraman Tiga had once even won a global award for its impact.
Indeed, Tiga was a name known around the world.
And now, in a time when monsters were appearing for real, Ultraman had become humanity's symbol of hope—its true saviour.
Just as Yuzhou was about to take off and leave, a strange, invisible wave surrounded him, rapidly solidifying into a transparent cylinder.
"Not good!"
Before he could react, the invisible wave hardened completely—forming a clear glass cylinder around him, trapping him inside.
"What is this thing?"
Feeling the smooth, unyielding surface, Yuzhou's eyes narrowed as realization dawned.
"The alien that washes glass!"
The moment he spoke, a chilling laugh echoed through the air, followed by a streak of violet light that descended from the sky and landed not far away.
"It's… Alien Hipporit."
Under everyone's shocked gazes, the violet light transformed into a grotesque being—its body a mix of red and blue, its narrow amber eyes gleaming cruelly, and a long trunk-like appendage growing from its nose.
"Another one?!"
"What kind of monster is that?"
"Tiga's in danger!"
"Can anyone explain what that is?"
"That thing's nose looks disgusting!"
"I know! That's Alien Hipporit—it once wiped out the entire Ultra Brothers!"
"What?!"
"The Ultra Brothers?!"
"Completely annihilated them?!"
The crowd erupted into panic.
They couldn't hear the conversation between Tiga (Yuzhou) and the alien, but the mere name Hipporit sent waves of fear through them.
If that alien really had defeated the Ultra Brothers before, how could a single Ultraman possibly stand against it now?
"Hey, Elephant-Trunk Alien!" Yuzhou shouted from inside the glass cylinder. "Where did you come from?"
He pounded the surface with his fists, but the glass remained intact. Seeing that brute force didn't work, he glared at the Alien Hipporit, trying to get some answers.
"You're the Elephant-Trunk Alien! Your whole family are Elephant-Trunk Aliens!" the Alien Hipporit snapped back angrily.
After trading a few insults, it chuckled darkly and began to explain:
"I was preparing to invade a planet with no Ultramen, when a sudden dimensional vortex sucked me in… and I ended up here."
The Alien Hipporit stroked its trunk proudly. "And it seems there's only one Ultra Warrior on this planet—that's perfect."
"What?"
Yuzhou frowned. If that story was true, this alien might have come from the Ultra Galaxy universe—specifically, from the world of the Ultra Eight Brothers!
But he had already been to that world—and fought Hipporit there before.
So, the one before him couldn't be from that same timeline.
"A parallel world?" Yuzhou muttered.
Yes—if this Hipporit wasn't from the world he'd interfered in, then it must be from another parallel version, one that followed the original course of history untouched.
"I see now."
Having figured it out, Yuzhou drew in power, shifting into Power Type form. He crossed his arms before his chest, gathered strength, then punched the glass wall with all his might.
Crack!
To the Alien Hipporit's utter disbelief, spiderweb cracks spread across the glass, and with a loud shatter, it exploded into pieces.
"Impossible!"
The Alien Hipporit stumbled back in shock. The glass cylinder he prided himself on—the one he believed unbreakable—had just been destroyed with a single blow!
"Yes! Tiga's free!"
"Awesome!"
"Tiga, you're amazing!"
"Go, Ultraman! Beat that thing to a pulp!"
Cheers filled the air as Yuzhou stepped out of the shattered glass, his massive feet shaking the ground beneath him.
He charged toward the Alien Hipporit like a thunderstorm.
"Take this!"
His fist, carrying the force of a typhoon, crashed into the alien's body—sending it flying through the air as though struck by a freight train.