"You're lying!"
As soon as these words dropped, not only did Minghui jump in surprise, but Feng Yuan also grew anxious. "Captain!"
Dan Moroboshi didn't reply, simply continuing to scrutinize Minghui.
Minghui had indeed been startled at first, but he quickly composed himself and replied with a normal expression, "True or false, you'll see for yourself."
He couldn't be certain whether Lord Seven had truly figured out his identity, but there was no doubt he had already become an Ultraman, which made everything else irrelevant. At this critical juncture, if he could prove he was capable of transforming into an Ultraman, Seven wouldn't cast aside his combat strength, regardless of whether he came from Planet O-50.
It was precisely this reliance that kept Minghui unruffled.
The atmosphere gradually grew heavy and silent. After a long moment, Dan Moroboshi abruptly shifted the topic.
"Let's put that aside for now. Let's talk about this training method you proposed. Are you aware that merely increasing rotational ability is still not enough for Feng Yuan to defeat the Giras Brothers?"
Minghui let out a silent sigh of relief in his heart. Although he had his backing, Seven's aura was simply too overwhelming; it was genuinely a bit much to endure. Still, since the identity issue was being glossed over for now, it meant things weren't in bad shape.
"Naturally. This is only the first stage of training; the second stage will follow," Minghui replied, facing Dan Moroboshi's question.
"Hmm." Dan Moroboshi nodded, stared at Minghui for a while longer, and finally left behind the parting line, "I'll be keeping an eye on you," before turning and walking away.
"Captain!" Watching Dan Moroboshi depart, Feng Yuan glanced at Minghui and hurried off after him.
"Captain!" Feng Yuan caught up to the departing Dan Moroboshi and reached out to grab his arm. "Is Minghui really not an Ultraman?"
"I'm not sure." Dan Moroboshi took a deep breath, delivering an unexpected answer to Feng Yuan.
"I can't completely see through him either. Now that I can no longer transform into Seven, many of my abilities are much weaker than before." Dan Moroboshi's grip on his cane involuntarily tightened, a trace of lingering frustration on his face. "But the Planet O-50 he mentioned truly exists, and it really has given birth to Ultramen. I just can't confirm whether he actually comes from there."
"Then just now, Captain, you..." Feng Yuan was somewhat dumbfounded.
"Fool! It was a test!" Dan Moroboshi hardened his expression. "The situation is critical right now; we cannot afford to accept another unidentified Alien bringing danger upon us!"
"However..." His tone softened slightly. "My intuition tells me he bears no malice, but we cannot operate purely on feelings—that would be irresponsible toward the Earth."
"Understood!" Feng Yuan nodded silently.
"Carry on with that training. His approach is correct; even I couldn't come up with anything better. But you mustn't lower your guard. Keep a constant eye on him, and think of your friends at the club. You wouldn't want them to get hurt, would you?" Dan Moroboshi admonished Feng Yuan once more, his gaze solemn.
"Yes, Captain!" Feng Yuan turned serious as well. Although his impression of Minghui was quite favorable, if Minghui intended to harm Momoko and the others, that was something he would never allow!
..............
Feng Yuan quickly returned to the training hall, though facing Minghui again was no longer as natural as before, carrying a hint of awkwardness.
Minghui easily figured out the reason. He patted Feng Yuan's shoulder, smiled, and said, "Trust me, I said I'd let you all see the proof. Until then, you have my permission to monitor me; I completely understand."
A pang of guilt struck Feng Yuan, but knowing this was the best possible outcome, he bowed deeply to Minghui and said, "Thank you for understanding!"
"Come on, let's resume training." Minghui pulled Feng Yuan to his feet.
"Yes!" Feng Yuan nodded heavily, then asked tentatively, "Except... do you really not mind?"
Minghui smiled faintly, acting as though it were no big deal at all. "It's only natural. If you people trusted me unconditionally, that would be what I'd find strange."
"Hahaha, I'm truly sorry, but honestly, I do feel like Minghui you're trustworthy." Feng Yuan scratched his head and grinned broadly.
Giving Feng Yuan a smile, Minghui motioned for him to jump onto the pull bar, then began hauling on the rope connected to it.
Perhaps due to having a full meal today, Minghui felt like he had much more strength, pulling the rope even faster.
"Hey, Minghui, this speed is too fast, I'm not used to it yet..."
Faced with Feng Yuan's panicked shout, Minghui remained unmoved, speeding up the rope-pulling just a fraction more.
"There's no time to let you slowly get used to it! The situation is this critical now, so hurry up and give me a hardcore workout, Feng Yuan!"
..............
Meanwhile, Dan Moroboshi returned to the MAC Space Headquarters.
Back in the command room, he immediately summoned MAC member Junko Shirakawa.
"Shirakawa, a young man named Minghui recently arrived at the Jonan Sports Club. Go check out his background."
"Understood!" Junko Shirakawa turned and left.
"Could he really be a new Ultra Warrior..."
Resting his hands on the console, Dan Moroboshi fell into deep thought.
In these precarious times, if an additional Ultra Warrior truly existed, his confidence in defending Earth would increase immensely. Furthermore, Leo was not yet strong enough at present; with a new Ultra Warrior to help, he could rest a lot easier.
Yet if Minghui was lying, it would deal yet another heavy blow to the current situation.
Dan Moroboshi's brow furrowed deeply.
"Captain, here is the file you requested." Junko Shirakawa's voice interrupted Dan Moroboshi's contemplation.
"Hard work." Dan Moroboshi took the file and flipped through it. "He suddenly appeared in Tokyo five days ago, with no record of him prior to that. For the first three days, he was constantly... doing odd jobs?"
*Judging by the file, he doesn't seem like an evil fellow...*
Dan Moroboshi nodded inwardly, then instructed Junko Shirakawa, "Keep monitoring his movements, and step up patrols around the Jonan Sports Club."
"Yes!"
..............
"Ya!"
Inside the training hall, Feng Yuan's battle cry rang out once again.
This time, Feng Yuan's rotation speed was much faster, almost reaching a point where ordinary people could no longer clearly track his movements. Not only that, but his expression showed no trace of strain whatsoever—he even looked somewhat at ease.
"Hah!"
With a low roar, Feng Yuan shifted his spinning motion, leaped into the air, and then landed steadily on the ground.
"I'm ready. I feel like I can already keep up with the speed of the Giras Brothers!" Feng Yuan's expression carried a hint of excitement.
Minghui nodded, a smile blooming on his face. "Good. Much faster than I anticipated. Looks like we can move on to the next stage of training."
"Alright!" Feng Yuan was filled with anticipation. "Once I master this, I'm going to beat the living daylights out of the Giras Brothers, and that bastard Alien Magma too!"
"Beep—"
At that moment, the MAC communication watch on Feng Yuan's wrist suddenly chimed with a message.
Feng Yuan answered the transmission. "I am Feng Yuan."
"Emergency directive! Proceed to headquarters immediately!"
Feng Yuan's expression turned stern. "Received!"