Chapter Four: Clash and Confrontation

Returning to the matter at hand, Big Seven paused upon hearing the warrior’s report. A flicker of uncontrollable anger shone in his eyes as his fist slammed hard onto the table—this was the territory of the Warrior Command Headquarters, yet Jack, that Ultraman of the Blue Tribe, brazenly led his warriors here. Even if their mission was to eradicate the Kiruku aliens, that was Big Seven’s responsibility.

Moreover, the grudge between him and Jack ran deep. Jack’s actions were nothing short of a slap in his face.

“This is utterly reckless! I want to see what he intends to do by connecting to the Combat Star’s communication!”

The spacecraft drew closer slowly. Meanwhile, on the Combat Star, Jack received the communication request.

Gazing at Big Seven’s image on the screen, Jack lightly tapped the table, unable to suppress a mocking laugh.

“Jack! What on earth is your Blue Tribe up to? This is the jurisdiction of the Warrior Command. Operating here without notification is a clear violation of protocol!”

Jack regarded the furious Big Seven with amusement, shrugging nonchalantly. “So? Old man, what are you going to do about it?”

He didn’t even consider this defeated subordinate worthy of attention, then turned to his Blue Tribe warriors, ordering, “Refuse their surrender and annihilate their entire race!”

Big Seven was stunned, nearly choking on his anger at such words. What else could he do but shout about the breach of rules? The memory of Jack storming the Warrior Command Headquarters and wreaking havoc was still vivid—a permanent wound.

As the proud leader of the Seven Tribe and head of the Warrior Command, Big Seven truly found himself powerless against this fellow.

Behind him, a member reported, “Chief, we have received a surrender request from the Kiruku aliens. They hope for our protection.”

Big Seven hesitated, torn. Initially, he only intended to protest to Jack, not to confront him directly—that would be a tragic outcome.

Yet now, with aliens within his jurisdiction surrendering and seeking his protection, the responsibility was his. Although the Kiruku were hardly a benevolent race, if he failed to shield the extraterrestrials within his domain, his authority would plummet, and no beings in this sector of the universe would obey his command.

The Seven Tribe warrior added, “Several shuttles are fleeing Kiruku Star, heading toward our mothership.”

After a pause, he hesitated further, “And behind them, some Blue Tribe guys are in relentless pursuit!”

“Chief, make a decision!”

Big Seven lowered his head slightly, his gaze struggling with indecision. But the hesitation did not last long; he said firmly, “Dispatch warriors to intercept those Blue Tribe scum. Accept the Kiruku aliens’ surrender!”

“Yes, sir!” The subordinate obeyed immediately.

From the Warrior Command’s mothership, dozens of beams of light shot forth. The silhouettes of numerous Seven Tribe warriors soared through space, their appearances largely similar, clad in the distinctive armor of the Seven Tribe emblazoned on their chests.

“Stop!” The lead Seven Tribe Ultraman stood firm, protecting the Kiruku aliens behind him, facing the New Universe Guard members with a grave voice.

“This is our territory. Do not be so presumptuous!”

Cupid halted and contacted the Combat Star’s mothership.

“Captain, the Seven Tribe warriors are blocking us. Awaiting instructions!”

Jack glanced at the large screen in the main hall. In the depths of space, the Blue and Red Ultraman forces were sharply divided, tension crackling as a confrontation loomed.

Without hesitation, he lightly drummed his knuckles on the table and coldly issued the command.

“Attack!”

“Understood!” Fire burned in Cupid’s eyes as he relaxed his grip slightly. Since his defeat by the Seven Ultraman, he had been waiting for the chance to prove himself again.

However, Seven himself had exiled, becoming stellar observer number 340 in the M78 Nebula.

It was said that under Big Seven’s guidance, he had traveled to Earth to train on that wondrous planet.

With Seven absent, the best way to prove himself was to defeat a warrior of the Seven Tribe.

His gaze fixed on the lead Seven Tribe Ultraman, whose features resembled Seven’s—indeed, this similarity was common throughout the tribe, causing confusion among the unfamiliar.

Yet this warrior appeared younger (the author’s note: it’s difficult to describe Seven 21; his features are oddly childlike), with an energy monitor glowing blue on his forehead and armor on his chest more gently curved.

This was Seven 21 Ultraman, a notable warrior of the Seven Tribe currently under the Warrior Command, serving beneath Big Seven. In fact, most Seven Tribe warriors gathered under Big Seven at the Warrior Command, which had become their stronghold.

“Any combat actions by your Blue Tribe within the Warrior Command’s jurisdiction must be reported to us. Wanton slaughter of aliens here violates the rules!”

Cupid stretched and showed no concern for Seven 21’s grave tone, meeting his gaze with a smirk.

“What rules? Care to show me?”

Seven 21 was momentarily taken aback, his rebuke faltering—there were no formal written rules, only tacit understanding. This jurisdiction had long been treated as the Seven Tribe’s private domain, and no one dared to question it.

Cupid laughed, disdain flickering in his eyes as he regarded the similar yet loathsome face of the Seven warrior.

“If there’s no such rule, then don’t block our legitimate cleanup operations.”

His gaze sharpened, voice growing cold.

“Otherwise, we have reason to suspect the Warrior Command is deliberately protecting these filthy, dark races. We have reason to suspect the Seven Tribe harbors treasonous tendencies toward the Land of Light.”

“You—!” Seven 21 glared at these Blue Tribe remnants with fury, his voice icy.

“What you say is baseless. The Kiruku are aliens within our jurisdiction. The Warrior Command has accepted their surrender. If you intend to continue, then come and try!”

Cupid sneered without hesitation.

“Try us, then!”

(To be continued.)