Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Zhao Ming looked at Liang seriously, his eyes filled with a hint of solemnity, and slowly warned Liang: "This last point, you must keep it in mind."

He paused slightly and said in a more serious tone, "That is, the Saisha armor will release huge energy when it is worn." Liang frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his eyes, and listened carefully.

Zhao Ming went on to say, "This energy is extremely powerful. If it is used in a crowded place, it is very likely to cause serious harm to innocent people around." Liang nodded slightly and remembered these words firmly.

"So," Zhao Ming patted Liang's shoulder, "it's best to dress in a place away from crowds and make sure there are no strangers around. This way you can avoid unnecessary trouble and danger."

Liang's expression was serious as he responded, "I understand!"

Zhao Ming stared at Liang, secretly praying in his heart that she could truly understand this. After all, the Saisha armor was like a double-edged sword. If its powerful force was used improperly, the destructive power it brought was simply unimaginable.

He still remembered watching the special drama and when the twin Saishas of the wind race first appeared in costume, the wind energy that raged like a gale blew away the dozen or so security guards who were pinning him to the ground like kites with broken strings. This was purely an accidental injury caused by decent people being blinded by evil forces.

However, as a member of the Super Victory Team, Liang must never do anything that would accidentally hurt ordinary people!

The setting sun was blood-red, its afterglow golden, casting a shadow over the training ground. Zhao Ming and Liang felt a sense of relief after completing their intense training session.

At this moment, the Saisha armor covering their bodies suddenly burst into a strange light, like a dazzling star in the night sky, and then transformed into a brilliant stream of flame particles, like a nimble spirit, lightly landing on the backs of their left hands. The light was brief and dazzling, and against the backdrop of the afterglow, it seemed even more mysterious.

Xin Cheng, who had been watching from afar, saw this scene, a flicker of curiosity and excitement in his eyes, like a cunning fox. He crouched down, his steps light as a ghost, as if afraid of disturbing something, and inched closer to Zhao Ming and Liang.

His eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, stared intently at the backs of their hands, trying to discern the strange markings on the Saisha armor. As he approached, Xincheng poked his head out slightly, his gaze filled with a thirst for exploration.

Zhao Ming and Liang noticed Xincheng's actions and turned to look at him.

Xin Cheng was startled, a flicker of embarrassment flashing across his face, but he quickly put on a smile. Pointing at the backs of their hands, he asked impatiently, "What kind of wonders are hidden in this mark formed by the Saisha Armor?"

Zhao Ming and Liang exchanged a glance and smiled. Liang said softly, "The secret behind this is far more complex than you can imagine. You will understand it when you put on the clothes in the future."

Xincheng curled his lips, but became more and more expectant in his heart.

Zhao Ming looked at Xincheng's relentless expression and couldn't help but smile helplessly. He then said, "Xincheng, don't worry. How about this? If you can get Fudoken out safely and pilot the Victory Phantom alone in a flying battle against a monster, I'll give you a set of Saisha Battle Armor."

Xincheng's eyes instantly lit up like the brightest stars in the night sky. He patted his chest excitedly and promised solemnly: "Zhao Ming, don't worry! I will make him adapt as soon as possible!" After that, he immediately aimed his eyes like a sharp arrow at Budongjian who was standing beside him.

Kengo Fudo keenly noticed that there was an unusual meaning in Shinjo's gaze. That gaze was like a cold snake's tongue, sliding across his skin like a ghost, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and shivered.

Fudo Ken looked at Xincheng in panic, with a bit of grievance and flattery on his face, and hurriedly said: "Boss, I am your brother!" His voice trembled slightly, like a candle in the wind, trying to use this sentence to dispel the weird atmosphere in the air.

Shinjo glanced at Fudoken with a half-smile, that smile was like the cold wind in winter, icy and biting. His voice was low and steady, with a hint of unquestionable majesty, like a towering mountain.

But Bu Jian's heart was still in turmoil, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn - he was unsure what tricks Xin Cheng would use. He secretly looked at Xin Cheng, only to see him with his arms folded across his chest, a faint sneer on his lips, that sneer like a sharp dagger, piercing his heart.

"Ah... Shit!" A moment later, Xincheng was driving the Phantom at lightning speed, and Fudoken behind him shouted loudly. As a new student who started out flying conventional-powered fighters, he had not experienced this fighter with the new Max power system flying at lightning speed. How could he compare with Xincheng, a battle-hardened veteran flyer?

Xincheng sneered at this, a smile filled with confidence and disdain. He said calmly, "Calm down. This is just the beginning! We'll have to face all sorts of monsters in the future. The Zoga that first appeared flew at this lightning speed. When we're in battle, we'll not only have to chase the monsters at this speed, but we'll also have to keep our eyes and ears open, taking care to avoid and attack."

Fudo Ken tried his best to calm himself down, gritting his teeth and saying, "Boss, I know you're doing this for my own good, but this is a little too fast."

Xincheng snorted lightly, "If you can't even withstand this speed, how can you fight alongside me?" After he finished speaking, he suddenly made a sharp turn, and the Phantom tilted sideways like a light swallow. Fudo felt as if he was about to be tightly stuck to the bulkhead.

On the ground, Zhao Ming and Liang stood side by side, their faces blooming with smiles as bright as spring flowers. "Haha..." The laughter was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, echoing freely in the open field.

They looked up at the sky. The Victory Phantom piloted by Xincheng was like a nimble black shadow, leaving a unique trail across the sky. From time to time, the sound of agonizing howls echoed through the communicator, adding a unique note to their laughter.

Each howl only made the two men's laughter grow wider. Zhao Ming laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, his hands on his hips, his eyes gleaming with a playful glint. "Look at that guy, he must be in a mess on the Phantom!"

Liang nodded slightly, the corner of his mouth curled up like a crescent moon, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried. "This is really his own fault. Who made Xincheng the only outstanding senior here now?"

The Phantom in the air seemed to have sensed the joy of the two people on the ground. Its flying posture became increasingly light and graceful. The sunlight fell on its shell like broken gold, reflecting a dazzling light, which intertwined with the laughter of Zhao Ming and Liang.

The sound of the agonizing howl of the unmoved Jian still lingered, as if telling of his current miserable situation. Zhao Ming and Liang, completely immersed in the cheerful atmosphere, laughed like a gurgling stream, not stopping for a long time.

They seemed to have forgotten everything around them and only focused on the interesting scene in the air, enjoying this rare happy moment and letting their laughter drift away with the breeze, drifting towards the endless sky.

The next morning, the Super Victory Team's command room was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, like the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded, breaking the tranquility of the early morning, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness of dawn. The monitoring satellite in the orbit of Mars sent an urgent report: a large number of Sphia spheres appeared!

In a split second, the Super Victory Team launched like an arrow from a bow. Their expressions tensed, their eyes gleaming with determination and fearlessness. They piloted their fighter planes, speeding towards the target area like lightning.

When they arrived, the monitoring satellite in Mars orbit had become a withered flower, with only a few pieces of debris left, and the satellite observation station was completely destroyed.

"Are we too late?" Xibi Gangzhu looked at the lonely wreckage on the track in front of him, his heart full of regret...