Yang Ye felt his head buzzing. He quickly realized that the plot of this Transformers world—just like Dragon Ball—had undergone a major change. Even the Flying Tiger Team, which never appeared in the four original movie arcs, had now emerged.
The Flying Tigers were characters from the original Transformers G1 animated series. Megatron had stolen high-performance race cars and sports cars on Earth and requested energy from the magical orbs of the planet Cybertron, granting them life and making them a fierce and battle-hardened team.
There were five vehicles in perfect condition, collectively known as the Flying Tigers. Their names were Auto Master, Strike, Blockade, Robbery, and Reckless. Among them, the strongest—comparable to Optimus Prime—was their leader, Auto Master.
When they combined, they formed a warrior of immense power: Flying Tiger. Its punches had an impact force of up to 140 tons. Its armor was incredibly resilient, capable of withstanding all manner of attacks. It was nearly invincible—impervious to bullets and blades, and even nuclear power, whether fusion or fission, could not harm it.
Furthermore, the joints of Flying Tiger were extremely well-defended—difficult to damage by external force. It wouldn't fall apart like that unfortunate brute Devastator, who often collapsed after being hit by a strong punch or an energy cannon.
From this, it was clear that among the Decepticons, Flying Tiger was an ace unit. It could easily defeat the combined forms of Devastator and Predaking. Its rival, the Autobot pilot of Trypticon, stood no chance against it—unless special circumstances applied.
After combining, Flying Tiger stood towering over 50 meters tall, looming above the ground and pressing down on Yang Ye with overwhelming might. Normally, Yang Ye's "Magic Domain" could expand infinitely, but in the Transformers universe, the rules of reality heavily suppressed all magic and cultivation-based powers.
Thus, Yang Ye could only grow to a height of ten meters at most.
Flying Tiger struck like thunder, its laser energy sword whirling violently. There was no intricate technique—just a simple, straightforward slash—but it carried a brutal and destructive force, enough to crush anything before it.
Yang Ye stirred his divine spear, the Spirit Fountain Gun, unleashing his perfected Broken Heart Dragon Sword Technique. His arms and fingers moved fluidly—like a dragon breaking from the sea, coiling and surging with tremendous energy—meeting the enemy head-on.
With a deafening boom, the shockwaves shattered the air. Yang Ye's dragon-shadow spear light was instantly devoured by Flying Tiger's sword beam.
When spear and sword collided, a shrill metallic clang rang out. Yang Ye felt an enormous force crash into him; his hands went numb, nearly losing grip on his weapon. His chest churned with blood and energy, and he thought grimly:
"In this tech-dominated world, they really cheat hard—suppressing everything unrelated to Transformers. That sword alone must have at least 500 attack power…"
At that critical moment, he swiftly invoked the Grand Reversal Technique, reversing yin and yang energy to divert Flying Tiger's sword beam toward the ground.
The sword beam struck with a thunderous explosion, tearing open the earth and carving a deep trench.
Yang Ye drew a sharp breath. The materials of this world were unbelievably durable—hard to destroy. The other day, even his full-powered Dragon Ball Starburst Ki Strike barely damaged the surface layer.
Flying Tiger's slash was even stronger than Yang Ye's Turtle Shell Impact Wave. As Yang Ye retreated a step, Flying Tiger pulled out another weapon—the Atomic Fragmentation Gun—and approached with a cruel grin.
The light beam fired silently, cutting through the air. Fortunately, Yang Ye's awareness was razor-sharp. With lightning-fast footwork, he blurred out of the beam's path, moving faster than wind or thunder—shrinking the distance beneath his feet as if teleporting.
But Flying Tiger's energy beams were equipped with tracking systems. When they missed their target, they would recalibrate and continue pursuit at double speed.
"Oh no!"
Yang Ye exclaimed, quickly spinning his Star Pattern Shield, throwing it up to block using its adamantium plating.
However, the beam seemed almost sentient—it curved midair, bypassing the shield, and streaked straight toward Yang Ye's back.
Too late.
In that split second, Yang Ye activated his newest martial defense technique—Purple Frost Feather.
Purple Frost Feather (B-rank Martial Defense Art): Derived from Zuo Zhuan of the Spring and Autumn Annals. Can be used armed or unarmed. When dodging, it can completely negate enemy attacks with a high success rate—especially effective against ranged attacks like arrows, projectiles, shockwaves, magic, and sorcery. Its success rate increases with mastery, max level 5.
Flying Tiger's light beam was a kind of shockwave, exactly what Purple Frost Feather countered. As the saying goes, there's always one force that subdues another.
Yang Ye twisted his body, creating afterimages as the energy dispersed harmlessly. The redirected beam shot past him and hit another target—
—a ten-thousand-ton cruise ship where the Autobot Ratchet had been hiding.
A massive explosion followed. Crimson clouds surged across the sky as the entire ship disintegrated like dust. Within seconds, its atomic structure destabilized, turning from solid to a black liquid that spread through the waters of Lake Michigan, dyeing it red and boiling hot.
"Damn, that's a weapon of mass destruction! Fine—let's see how you handle mine!"
Yang Ye laughed loudly, channeling celestial energy through his dantian as he raised his Nether River Sword toward the Gate of Ghosts in the heavens.
Shushan's Myriad Sword Technique—one sword transforming into ten thousand. The sky rained blades like falling stars, illuminating the air with dazzling silver light. The oppressive sword aura made even hardened soldiers like James and his team tremble uncontrollably, some even wetting themselves in terror.
Flying Tiger, ever ferocious and unyielding, knew no fear. Roaring madly, it unleashed all its weapons—atomic fragmentation guns, energy laser swords, and anti-matter vacuum bombs.
The sky exploded in chaos—swords and fire clashing in a stunning spectacle of sci-fi destruction versus Eastern cultivation might. Despite Flying Tiger's immense destructive power, Yang Ye's graceful swordsmanship and precision attacks began to turn the tide.
"Xuanhu Tiger Thunder Strike!"
A phantom of the White Tiger Sacred Beast rose behind Yang Ye, lightning coursing through the heavens. The thunderstorm struck Flying Tiger, whose body of metal—being a perfect conductor—proved its downfall.
The explosion of thunder forced Flying Tiger to one knee, crashing into the ground. Though quickly recovering, it let out a monstrous roar, fiercer than ever.
The lightning had triggered the inner instability of the five pilots forming Flying Tiger—their conflicting personalities and violent tendencies merged into complete madness.
Now fully berserk, its power, defense, and strength doubled again.
With one sweep of its arm, the ground quaked like an earthquake. Trucks flipped and soldiers were crushed into dust.
Even the Autobots, though heroic, were caught off guard. One of them—Ratchet, the medic—was impaled by Flying Tiger's laser sword and pinned against a wall.
Flying Tiger sneered, gripping Ratchet's head with cruel intent, ready to crush it.
"Stop! Don't hurt him!"
Ignoring his own injuries, Yang Ye charged forward.
Flying Tiger scoffed, "Autobot, you can't even save yourself. What makes you think you can save him?"
It raised its atomic fragmentation gun, aiming for Ratchet's head—ready to fire.
At that moment, with a sharp whoosh, a silver-white sports car transformed into a sleek Transformer.
Galadriel, clad in the Tarlaxian battle suit, wielded the Oakheart Staff and the Ring of Water, Nenya. The Barrier of Holy Water unfolded instantly.
The beam struck—but instead of melting Ratchet, it dissolved harmlessly against the watery barrier, its energy diffused like a fist into cotton.
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Ye raised his hands and unleashed the Xuanhu Thunder Seal once more.
A torrent of divine lightning crashed down upon Flying Tiger's head, the perfect counter to its metallic body. The surge paralyzed it temporarily, and Galadriel and the Autobot Phantom immediately followed up, combining tech and magic to restrain it.
Yang Ye didn't join the fight. Instead, he rushed to save the fallen Autobot. Drawing the laser sword from Ratchet's body, he found an intact vehicle nearby and used it to reconstruct the medic's body with the Light of Cybertron.
When the scanning finished, Ratchet was reborn—his wounds gone, his armor gleaming, standing proud once again as the Autobots' chief medical officer.
Overwhelmed, Ratchet stared at Yang Ye in disbelief.
Yang Ye scratched his head awkwardly and said,
"Mr. Ratchet, my name is Yang Ye. I'm a human from Earth… and, uh, kind of a fool sometimes. But I'm here to help the Autobots. Please trust me."
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