In the end, Minghui still bit the bullet and walked into the house.
To his surprise, there were no weird things inside—just some routine training equipment, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"Unlike Earthlings, we Ultra Warriors all possess tremendous power within our bodies, something we are born with. Relying on this power, we can manifest many unique abilities; all it takes is a little technique, or a little pressure," Dan Moroboshi said, leaning on his cane as he followed him inside.
Minghui narrowed his eyes. Pressure?
"I have great confidence in my ability to learn. Please, by all means, explain the technique to me," Minghui said righteously.
"No." Dan Moroboshi's lips twitched into a smile. "You don't need technique; you need pressure!"
Minghui closed his eyes in despair.
It's over, I've become Feng Yuan!
"During the battle on Kuroshio Island, you successfully unleashed Ultra Telekinesis in an emergency. This proves that pressure is effective on you. What needs to be done now is to recapture that feeling, and that requires a little help."
"Help?" A bad premonition welled up in Minghui's heart.
Dan Moroboshi smiled at Minghui, suddenly raised his cane, and tapped a spot on the wall.
The next moment, a metal boomerang dropped from the ceiling, connected to a thin line that stretched all the way up.
Immediately afterwards, the boomerang began to spin at high speed, rushing straight toward Minghui's face.
"Holy shit!"
Minghui felt his scalp tingle and managed to twist his head aside, dodging the blow.
"Zhu Xing..."
After dodging the attack, Minghui immediately turned to look for Dan Moroboshi, but at that glance, there was no sign of Dan Moroboshi anywhere—even the door that had been wide open just a moment ago was now tightly shut.
Dan Moroboshi's voice came from outside the door: "Minghui, keep it up. Remember not to dodge or block—concentrate, and use your telekinesis to defend yourself."
Minghui no longer had the bandwidth to care what Dan Moroboshi was saying, because the boomerang had started spinning again, and he could only fix his eyes on its attack trajectory.
Then, to his despair, a massive swarm of boomerangs dropped down from the ceiling, beginning to spin at a dizzying speed.
Minghui: Are you trying to kill me, friend?!
"Ah... it hurts, it hurts... ah..."
Soon, Minghui's screams echoed through the house.
Outside, Dan Moroboshi nodded in satisfaction, leaned on his cane, and turned to leave.
..........
Evening.
A limping Feng Yuan ran into Minghui, whose clothes were tattered and torn, at the entrance of the sports club.
Both of them froze when they saw each other.
"Ahem." Minghui coughed, tidying up his clothes, which were now practically strips of cloth, and said with a straight face, "Feng Yuan, how is your Rotating Flying Kick coming along?"
He forced himself to straighten his back, his heart filled with curses directed at a certain someone.
Heaven knows what he had been through all afternoon; the boomerangs all over the house seemed to have a tracking system as they stabbed at him—he almost thought he was going to meet his maker in there.
Fortunately, that someone still had a shred of conscience. Just now, using some unknown method, he opened the door for him, otherwise he wouldn't even have been able to dream of eating dinner.
"Still a bit off, but I have a feeling I'll master it completely before long. It's just that this training is a bit hard on the legs." Feng Yuan rubbed his leg, a grimace of pain crossing his face, and then asked, "Minghui, what happened to you?"
Minghui twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. "Nothing much, ran into a Boomerang Alien and had a scrap."
"Aliens?!" Feng Yuan's expression turned stern.
"Hey, hey, small matter, small matter!" Seeing him take it so seriously, Minghui quickly interrupted, then pushed him toward the door. "I'm actually a bit embarrassed, I ended up ruining your clothes."
"It's fine, don't worry about such things." Feng Yuan waved his hand and burst out laughing.
The next day.
Returning to the outside of that house, Minghui swallowed hard.
This time he had changed into a training uniform from the club; the pure white outfit made him look a bit sharper.
As if sensing Minghui's arrival, the door of the house was already open.
"Damn it..."
Looking at the open door, Minghui recalled yesterday's experience of being chased around by a massive swarm of boomerangs, and anger welled up from the depths of his heart, causing him to shout out loud.
"......Baltan Alien..."
But as the words reached his lips, he wisely changed them.
Who knew if that person was monitoring this place right now? If those words were overheard, he definitely wouldn't get off easy.
That said, Lord Seven truly lived up to his reputation. His methods might seem a bit unreliable, but they were genuinely effective. Yesterday, he hadn't been on the run the entire time; when pushed to the limit by the pursuit, he actually managed to successfully use Ultra Telekinesis a few times. At this rate, he might master the skill very soon.
All he could say was—as expected of the man who could train Leo from a rookie into a powerhouse!
"Boomerang Alien, Daddy's coming for you!"
Yelling to psych himself up, Minghui plunged headfirst into the house.
And the next two days were spent entirely inside.
...............
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
Massive numbers of boomerangs flew past at high speed, tailing one another to form a circle that spun incessantly. The high-speed circling of so many boomerangs even generated a howling wind.
In the center of the ring they formed, Minghui stood with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.
With a thought, the surrounding circle began to deform. The entire ring suddenly scattered, and individual boomerangs leaped up and down around him, occasionally morphing into different shapes, yet not touching him by even a fraction of an inch.
A smile appeared at the corner of Minghui's mouth, and he slowly opened his eyes. The moment his eyes opened completely, a flash of brilliant light swept through them.
The next moment, all the boomerangs abruptly stopped moving. As if time had frozen, they hung suspended in mid-air, utterly motionless.
Minghui walked out from amidst the countless hovering boomerangs, then cast his gaze toward the door. Without any visible movement on his part, the door suddenly swung open on its own.
Outside the door, Dan Moroboshi stood quietly. He didn't look surprised by the scene before him, simply nodding to Minghui.
"Has the time come?" Minghui asked.
"Yeah." Dan Moroboshi nodded, his expression grave. "The Killersaurus brothers have regenerated their horns. This time, their target is Tokyo Bay!"
Minghui closed his eyes to sense the situation, his expression also darkening. "What about Feng Yuan? Did he succeed?"
"Of course. This time, we will definitely defeat them completely!" Feng Yuan stepped out from behind Dan Moroboshi, waving his fist with a look of fierce determination.
Hearing this, Minghui felt a weight lift from his heart. Although he had successfully mastered Ultra Telekinesis, defeating the Killersaurus brothers still ultimately relied on Leo.
"Then let's go."
"Yeah." Feng Yuan nodded.
"LEO!!!"
"SERVIS!!!"