Philip Typhoon waited in the concert stadium, staring at the empty pavilions. He had already realized that the Krull Island plan was a bust.
Caesar had entered the island like a maelstrom, massacring all Monolith agents single-handedly. Typhoon was the last man standing.
But Typhoon was not an ordinary man. He was a general of the Puppetmaster and had abilities that exceeded normal human beings. Therefore, he was looking forward to a fight with the legendary Caesar to put his abilities to the test.
Typhoon was releasing enough bloodlust to attract his target. While an ordinary person wouldn’t notice it, a fighter like Caesar would see it as a beacon. It was only a matter of time before he arrived.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Footsteps sounded down the pavilion aisles. Someone was coming!
Typhoon readied himself. It was showtime!
However, he was disappointed to see a tall Amazonian woman approaching him. What the hell!
“Who the fuck are you?” The Monolith lieutenant asked. “Are you one of the supermodels left behind? It's such a shame they forgot to haul you out. I’ll have to kill you!”
“Quit your prattling, peasant!” Came the reply. “I am Valeria Armstrong, a general of Emperor Caesar. I hope I didn’t fly all the way here to be bored to death.”
“Is that so? It's such a shame Caesar didn’t come to fight me himself. Is he so scared of death?”
Val scoffed. “You mosquito! Do you think a weakling like you deserves to fight Caesar? He’d kill you with a snap of his fingers!”
Typhoon gritted his teeth. “Insolence! I am Philip Typhoon, a General of the Puppetmaster! It seems we are equally ranked in our respective organizations. But don’t think I will hold back just because you are a woman! I’ll kill you and rape your corpse!”
Val laughed aloud. “How romantic! But when did I say you can fight me from the get-go? Tch tch, poor boy. First, we’ll have the foreplay.”
Tap! Tap! Tap!
More footsteps sounded, and two individuals walked down to the stadium grounds.
One had an athletic build and tattoos all over his arms. The other was over six and a half feet tall with a deadpan expression.
“The battleground recognizes Donnie Tempest, leader of the Viper Tails gang, and Kurt Bane, leader of the Skullcrusher gang,” Val announced. “They are three-star members of the New World Order. I brought them along for some training.”
“I am honored that you offered me this opportunity, Miss Armstrong,” Donnie said with a bow. Kurt kowtowed speechlessly.
“What the fuck is this?” Typhoon exclaimed. “Do you think this is a gang fight that you’d trot in these clowns for some entertainment? I am Philip fucking Typhoon! A general of the Puppetmaster!”
“Alright, your majesty,” Val replied mockingly. “Less talk, more action. They have already begun.”
Typhoon turned to see Donnie and Kurt in fighting positions. While Donnie carried dual saber swords, Kurt wielded a sledgehammer.
Zoom! The duo raced at him at blinding speed. Typhoon barely had time to react when Donnie’s sharp blades sliced air inches from him. He scarcely dodged Kurt’s sledgehammer, which missed him by a hair and made a hole in the ground.
The General moved quickly, evading all attacks while running backward with surprising agility. The stadium grounds were extensive, and there was enough area to move around, especially for a close-range fight.
“You guys are not so bad…” he called out.
Five minutes later, he stood at a safe distance, smiling, while Donnie and Kurt gasped for breath.
“The bastard is trying to tire you out!” Val hollered. “You can use feints in your attacks. You don’t have to follow through all movements, especially when dealing with a coward like Philip Typhoon!”
Her words infuriated the villain. “A coward? Am I a coward not to fight these weaklings? Very well! You asked for it! Let’s see what they got!”
Typhoon removed a pair of gloves from his pockets and put them on. Val observed his move and issued a warning to her underlings. “He’s using Nanite gloves! The material can be used both for defense and offense. Be careful!”
The duo nodded. “Here I come!” Typhoon declared, rushing at them with incredible speed.
Clang! Clang! Bang!
Using only his hands, he struck at Donnie, who parried with his swords. However, his weapons were knocked back like they had hit a heavy metal pillar. Kurt’s sledgehammer, to his absolute surprise, shattered with one blow.
Typhoon landed a kick in Donnie’s gut, and he was thrown away like a ragdoll. He tried to get up but keeled over and passed out.
A punch to Kurt’s torso broke his ribs, and he collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood.
The villain held Kurt by the hair to keep him from falling. He placed the edge of his palm on the man’s neck. “It’s your fault you sent these weaklings to fight me!” He told Val in a maniacal tone. “I’m going to behead him just to show you the consequences of messing with me!”
Typhoon was about to carry out the decapitation when suddenly he dropped Kurt and held up his hands over his face.
Clink! Clonk! Bullets bounced off his nanite gloves.
“The battleground recognizes Michael Bolton, a four-star general of the NWO,” Val exclaimed. “He’s your next opponent!”
Michael was middle-aged but had an athlete’s constitution. He shuffled into the stadium grounds carrying an AK-47 Assault Rifle. He fired them off in short bursts at Typhoon, who skipped backward until he was out of aim.
“Take your friend to the commercial jet,” he told Kurt Bane, who was wounded but still conscious. “Medics are waiting for you.” The latter nodded and dragged Donnie out of the stadium.
Michael kept raining bullets on Typhoon. Once his AK-47 was exhausted, he dropped the gun and fired his pistols.
The villain waited for Michael to run out of ammo, then raced at him at lightning speed. He was halfway when the four-star agent pressed a button in his hand.
Typhoon heard a response beep under him. Boom!
The explosion shook the stadium, sending a spiral of dust and smoke. Michael had strategically placed a remote-activated grenade in Typhoon’s path.
“Sorry you had to die this way, Philip,” he cried triumphantly. “You’re just not so experienced in battle.”
“Watch out!” Val hollered from the pavilion.
The smoke and dust settled only to reveal that Typhoon was completely unharmed.
“That tickled!” He announced, stepping out of the crater. “Now it’s your turn to die, old man!”
Michael realized he couldn’t defeat the villain in hand-to-hand combat. Nanite was a material that could shatter even the strongest metals on contact. He proceeded to escape from the grounds.
However, Typhoon was upon him in an instant. A blow to the gut made Michael vomit blood. The villain aimed a chop at his neck to behead him.
Thwack! A hand caught his attack, saving Michael from decapitation. Typhoon raised his eyes in surprise to see Val staring down at him.
“That was enough for a warmup,” she said with a smirk. “Now it’s time for the real fight!”