Meanwhile, the "Ultraman Light" that had transformed from his body in a glow, the same size as Ash, spun around like a proud eagle and kicked out its hind leg. He opened his palm toward the fist rapidly enlarging in his vision, then took the initiative and grabbed it!
Amid the spreading noise that no one but the two of them could hear, the silver-white palm, giving off a burnt smell, trembled as it tightly gripped the equally burning pitch-black fist.
He blocked it!
Then Ultraman and his human host started fighting inside the same body!
"You seem to have gained power beyond imagination...!"
Otherwise, why had Colour, who should have stopped all of you and the Sentai side, gone completely silent?
Though Light also looked down on Colour's utterly defeated, self-pitying attitude, as one of the same kind, he knew just how powerful the combined power of that Sentai could be. So when he learned that all five of that guy's signals had vanished at once, his anger over Colour suddenly taking away combat power and causing the battle line to collapse had turned into unbelievable shock.
Now that he could feel strength coming from Ash's hand that was nearly equal to his own body of light, Light more or less understood. "But this is an inner world created by the mind after Ultraman fusion. Mere numerical strength has no meaning here—!"
"Is that so?!"
The yolk-yellow eyes on the silver-white face were clearly fixed in place, yet the explosive sound of the Rider's arm muscles twisting like hemp ropes created the illusion that they had suddenly widened. As the explosive shout before him surged through his entire body like a shockwave, Ash raised Ultraman's ten-thousand-ton arm strength—enough to spin a monster like Red King one-handed—with nothing but his