Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

On the edge of the city, on a desolate ruin, broken walls and ruins are like scars on the earth, and collapsed building debris can be seen everywhere. Twisted steel bars pierce from the broken concrete, as if they are the silent cry of this ruin. The once prosperous streets have been buried by thick sand and gravel, leaving only some vague outlines to prove the vitality of the past. In this dead and silent ruin, Ultraman Tiga stands like an immortal statue.

His tall and resolute figure is particularly eye-catching in the dim sky. Ultraman's body lines are smooth and strong, containing endless power. His muscles seem to be made of the hardest metal, shining with a faint luster in the weak light. His feet step firmly on the ruins, and every step makes the ground tremble slightly, as if announcing his determination to protect this destroyed land. His arms hang naturally, but give people a feeling that he can burst out amazing power at any time. The eyes on his head are like deep stars, flashing with wisdom and vigilance, and vigilantly watching every move in front.

Opposite him, eight giant TV clones were suspended in the air like ghosts, and their appearance broke the silence of the ruins. These giant TVs were peculiar in shape, with huge screens flashing strange lights. They were like demons from another dimension, exuding a chilling aura. Each clone was like an independent evil being, swaying slightly in the air, as if showing off its power.

Huang Hongsheng's sinister and malicious figure flashed on their screens simultaneously. Huang Hongsheng's face was distorted on the screen, and his eyes revealed deep hatred and provocation towards Ultraman Tiga. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an evil smile, that smile seemed to be the mockery of a demon crawling out of the depths of hell. His voice came through the speakers of the TV and echoed in the ruins, "Ultraman Tiga, today you will die without a burial place!" Every word was full of malice, like a sharp blade, trying to pierce Ultraman Tiga's heart.

Ultraman Tiga remained calm and resolute in the face of such a threat. He knew his mission well, and the evil clones in front of him were just another challenge on his road to protection. He raised his head slightly, staring at the giant TV clones with a sharp gaze, as if he was having a silent contest with Huang Hongsheng through the screen. A faint light began to emanate from his body, which was a manifestation of his gradually gathering strength. Although the enemies were numerous and aggressive, he had no intention of retreating, but instead strengthened his determination to fight to the end.

Huang Hongsheng's sharp laughter seemed to penetrate the air and pierce Ultraman Tiga's heart: "Ultraman Tiga, today you will die without a burial place!" This voice was like the cry of a night owl, echoing above the empty ruins, with endless resentment and arrogance. With this order, the giant TV and its countless clones rushed towards Ultraman Tiga like a surging tide.

Each of those giant televisions was like a small steel fortress, its huge body cutting through the air at high speed, bringing up gusts of sharp wind. Their screens flashed with dazzling light, as if they were a pair of evil eyes, staring at Ultraman Tiga. And those countless clones, with different shapes, all exuded the same malicious aura, they were either erratic like ghosts, or charging straight like cannonballs, densely filling the entire sky, surrounding Ultraman Tiga in the middle.

Wherever they passed, the air was violently torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, which was like thousands of needles piercing people's eardrums at the same time, causing unbearable pain. The powerful airflow was like a raging storm, sweeping everything around, lifting the gravel and sand on the ground high up, forming a sand curtain that covered the sky and the sun. The ground was also shaken slightly, and cracks spread from their path, as if they were painful scars on the earth. The dust raised in the sky made this already desolate ruin even more chaotic and visibility dropped sharply.

Ultraman Tiga quickly entered combat mode, as if a sleeping ancient god of war was awakened in an instant. His eyes were like deep black holes in the universe, tightly locking onto the attacking enemy. There was no fear in his eyes, only steel-like firmness and determination. That look seemed to declare to the enemy that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he would be an insurmountable barrier.

He squatted slightly, this seemingly simple action contained endless power and wisdom. Every muscle was like a taut spring, quietly accumulating energy that could shake the world. His feet stepped firmly on this weathered land, as if he had merged with the earth, drawing endless power from the depths of the earth. As his leg muscles contracted and relaxed, power gathered at his waist like a surging tide, and then rushed along his arms to his fists.

Then, he suddenly leaped upwards, this leap was like a rocket taking off, breaking through the constraints of the air and soaring into the sky. His body drew a perfect arc in the air, facing the overwhelming attack. At this time, Ultraman Tiga was like a bright star, blooming the most dazzling light in the dark sky.

His fists were like meteors streaking across the sky, carrying blazing energy as they fiercely smashed into the giant TV clones. Every time he threw a punch, it was as if the universe was born and destroyed in an instant, accompanied by a dazzling light that was dazzling and mesmerizing. That light was like the core of the sun exploding, instantly lighting up the entire battlefield, dispelling darkness and fear without a trace. At the same time, a deafening roar resounded between heaven and earth like a raging thunderstorm, as if the sky was roaring for his bravery and cheering for the power of justice.

When his fist touched the giant TV clone, time seemed to freeze and space was distorted. Powerful energy waves spread out from his fist like ripples. Wherever it went, the air was ionized and flashed with strange light. Under the impact of this powerful force, countless cracks appeared on the screen of the giant TV clone, like a broken spider web. Then, accompanied by a crackling explosion, it turned into countless fragments floating in the air.

Ultraman Tiga turned in mid-air and threw another punch, hitting another giant TV clone. His movements were smooth and natural, and completed in one go, like a gorgeous dance, except that the stage of this dance was a battlefield filled with smoke, and the audience was the protected land and sky. Every attack was his powerful response to evil, every ray of light was a symbol of hope, and every roar was a battle song of justice.

The crazy attack of the endless clones and the trapped fight of Ultraman

However, these giant TV clones seemed to be endless demonic shadows from the evil abyss. Just as Ultraman Tiga resisted one wave of attacks with his tenacious will and powerful strength, another wave followed like a surging black tide. Under the control of Huang Hongsheng's evil will, they showed amazing tactical coordination and attack diversity.

Some giant TV clones launched a powerful attack from the front. They were like metal fortresses moving at high speed, carrying overwhelming force, and approached Ultraman Tiga. The huge screen flashed a dazzling light, as if to confuse Ultraman's vision with strong light, and then crashed into him with the force of a mountain. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed sharply, forming a layer of transparent air waves, making a deafening whistling sound.

Some of them cunningly attacked from the side, taking advantage of the moment when Ultraman Tiga was responding to the frontal attack, and approached quietly like a ghost. These clones were agile, and under the cover of the ruins, they suddenly rushed out and attacked Ultraman Tiga from the side with sharp corners or emitted energy beams. The energy beams showed a cold color, like a sharp blade hidden in the dark, silently stabbing Ultraman's vital parts.

Other clones hovered in the air, like a group of evil vultures, overlooking the battlefield, looking for Ultraman Tiga's flaws. Once they found an opportunity, they would not hesitate to shoot out strange rays of light. These rays of light were of different shapes, some were like winding venomous snakes, twisting and winding towards Ultraman Tiga; some were like scattered arrows, shooting down from the sky; some were like a huge laser sword, trying to split Ultraman Tiga in two. Wherever the light went, the ground was scorched, the ruins were further destroyed, and large amounts of smoke, dust and sand were raised.

Ultraman Tiga was caught in a dilemma for a while in this dense attack that was like a dragnet. But he was not a warrior who would be easily defeated. With his super fighting instinct deep in his bones and his agility like lightning, he cleverly avoided those fatal attacks at the critical moment again and again. His body was like a smart dancer, shuttling through the rain of bullets. When the frontal impact came, he either jumped high and avoided the huge body by a millimeter; or dodged to the side to avoid the whistling energy beam. Facing the side attack, he seemed to have eyes on his back, and could detect the approach of danger in time, and then with a quick turn, he used the energy shield on his arm to resist or dissolve the attack. As for the light attack in the air, he ran and jumped at a very fast speed, using the ruins for cover, while paying close attention to the trajectory of the light and using the energy barrier to resist it in time.

Not only that, Ultraman Tiga also counterattacked in time while dodging attacks. He seized the opportunity and fired blazing rays from his palms, like swords of justice, at the giant TV clones. Or he used powerful fists and kicks to kick or blow up the clones that approached. In this fierce battle, he tried to maintain his balance and stick to his mission of protecting justice and peace.

The shaky and unyielding faith of the guardian light

In the fierce battle, Ultraman Tiga's energy indicator light began to flicker faintly. The faint blue light seemed so fragile in the dust and brilliant energy collision light, just like a flame of hope that was about to go out in the darkness. This was a warning signal that his physical strength was gradually depleting. Every flicker was like a ticking countdown of life, indicating that he was facing an unprecedented crisis in this arduous battle.

But he had no intention of retreating, and his resolute figure was still like a towering mountain, standing proudly in the storm of attacks. Although his every move was slightly slow due to the loss of energy, it was still full of strength and determination. Ultraman Tiga knew that once he gave up, the city and the people in the city would fall into an abyss of no return.

He thought of the people who depended on him for protection, the ordinary and precious lives living in every corner of the city. He seemed to see the smiling faces of children playing carefree in the park, their eyes full of longing and curiosity for the future, that was the innocence and beauty that he needed to protect; he saw young lovers walking hand in hand in the streets and alleys, gazing at each other affectionately, their love stories quietly flowing in the city, and he was the silent guardian of this beautiful love; he saw the elderly sitting on benches basking in the sun, their faces filled with kindness and tranquility after years of precipitation, they had worked hard all their lives, and they deserved to enjoy their old age under his protection.

Those eyes full of expectation and trust in the city, like bright starlight, pierced through the flames of war and smoke and projected directly into his heart. It was a silent but extremely powerful force, which became a strong driving force for him to persevere. Every look seemed to be telling him: "Ultraman Tiga, we believe in you, you are our hero." This belief was like a blazing flame, burning more and more vigorously in his heart, dispelling the fatigue of the body and the fear of running out of energy.

He gritted his teeth and gathered the remaining energy in his hands again. Although the light was weak, it was extremely firm. He wanted to use this last bit of strength to build an indestructible defense for the city. Even if he was shattered to pieces, he would fight these evil giant TV clones to the last moment. Because he is Ultraman Tiga, the embodiment of light and justice, and the eternal guardian of this city. Behind him are the land and people he loves deeply, and he will never allow any evil forces to trample on them.

"I can't fall down, because there are still thousands of lights behind me!" Ultraman Tiga shouted silently in his heart, and this silent oath sounded like a huge bell, resounding in his spiritual world. Every word was filled with his deep attachment and firm responsibility to this city and countless lives. He knew that he was the last barrier between heaven and earth. Once it collapsed, the endless darkness would instantly swallow up all the beautiful existence like a surging tide.

He endured the fatigue and extreme loss of energy, and concentrated his energy, concentrating all his strength on one point. At this moment, his consciousness seemed to merge with the entire universe, sensing the flow and changes of energy around him. His eyes became deep and blazing, like two burning stars, fixed firmly on the giant TV clones that were still wreaking havoc.

Then, he used his unique skill - Zaperio Ray. He slowly raised his arms, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and then suddenly pulled them apart. A powerful and mysterious energy began to gather between his palms. At first, this energy was like a dark blue vortex, slowly rotating, gradually absorbing the free energy in the surrounding space, and the light became more and more dazzling. As the energy continued to gather, a dazzling white light began to flash in the center of the vortex. The light was like the first ray of light at dawn, full of hope and power.

Then, a bright and powerful beam of light shot out from his palm, like a hot blade, cutting through the sky. Wherever the beam passed, the air was instantly ionized, making crackling sounds, as if the heaven and earth were cheering for this force of justice. The color of the light gradually changed from blue-white to dazzling golden yellow, as hot and pure as the core of the sun. It carried Ultraman Tiga's faith and determination and rushed straight towards the giant TV clones.

The giant TV clones seemed to feel the threat of this powerful force and tried to dodge or resist. However, the speed of Zaperio's light was too fast and the power was too strong. They had no time to react effectively. The light was like entering an empty space. Wherever it went, the clones were hit. When the light touched the clone, a dazzling light burst out. The light was as brilliant as a supernova explosion, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight. Then, the clones that were hit were like fragile bubbles. Under the impact of this powerful energy, they dissipated in the air and turned into dust.

As the clones were eliminated one by one, the situation on the battlefield began to gradually reverse. Ultraman Tiga still maintained the posture of emitting light, his expression was serious and focused, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his body was trembling slightly due to excessive energy consumption. But there was no retreat in his eyes, only the desire for victory and the persistence of protection. He knew that this battle was far from over, but as long as he had a little strength, he would never give up until the evil was completely dispelled and the lights of thousands of homes once again lit up every corner of the city.

However, Huang Hongsheng seemed to be well prepared. He controlled the remaining clones to quickly adjust the tactics, avoiding the attack range of the light and launching a more fierce counterattack. Ultraman Tiga was once again in a tough battle. His body began to show signs of fatigue, and his movements were no longer as agile as before.

As time went by, Ultraman Tiga had reached his limit. His breathing became heavy and rapid, and every movement was accompanied by great pain. His energy indicator light flashed faster and faster, as if urging him to end the battle as soon as possible. Despite this, he still relied on his tenacious perseverance to hold on in this desperate situation.

At this time, the sky began to become gloomy, with dark clouds, as if they were also worried about Ultraman Tiga's predicament. The wind whistled through the ruins, rolling up the sand and stones on the ground, adding a tragic color to this fierce battle. Ultraman Tiga looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and an unyielding belief surged in his heart. He knew that even if he might lose today, his spirit would never be defeated.