Typhoon withdrew his hand from Val's grip, skipping back a few yards.
"I've heard of you, Valeria Armstrong," he said with a smirk. "You killed many of my underlings in the past. Today, you'll pay for that."
"Is that so? I don't really notice when I step on insects."
Typhoon chuckled and leered at Val from head to foot. "So much beauty and grace. So much strength and confidence. I must admit I am smitten, young lady. Would you consider joining Monolith and being my lover? That's the only way you're getting out of this alive."
Val tilted her head to the side. "What a generous offer! You're asking me to betray the most powerful organization in the world to join a gang of hoodlums and sleep with an ugly delinquent. I must admit I am tempted!"
"Your humor rivals your beauty, Valeria. Don't complain later that I didn't offer you a way out. I'll hate myself when I bash that pretty face in. When I fuck you, you'll be long dead!"
Val smirked naughtily. "Oh, you're such a bad boy! Tell you what! Let's make a deal. If your lower body is still attached to your upper body by the time our fight ends, I will gladly fuck you. How does that sound?"
Typhoon shrugged. "Works for me," he said, pressing a button in his hand. Sparks radiated out to his boots and clothes.
Val furrowed her brows. The villain's clothes were lined with nanite. Now, his entire body was both armor and weapon. He had transformed into the perfect soldier.
Nanite's properties could be tweaked in the lab to get varied results. It could be made extremely heavy, hard, soft, or elastic. The material could even be turned into a viscous liquid.
Val figured Typhoon's clothes were programmed to be hard on the outside for attack and defense and elastic on the inside to cushion the body.
"Here I come!" The villain cried out, rushing at her with startling speed.
Whoosh! Whoosh! His hands lunged at her torso, threatening to impale her. Val slapped them away with ease. Even though Typhoon's armored body was extremely tough, Val could turn away his attacks easily.
Valeria Armstrong had extraordinary genetics from birth. At the age of three, she could lift car tires. She could heave five thousand pounds above her head during her teenage years.
The Tribunal of the NWO, Atticus Mars, scouted Val at an early age and put her through intense training. By the time she joined the official ranks of the organization, she had become invincible.
Whoosh! Thwack!
Val parried Typhoon's punches and kicks easily. She didn't even have to use her brute strength. Through hundreds of battles, the female fighter realized that unnecessary demonstrations of strength were wasteful. It was wise to evade a powerful enemy and wait for an opening.
"Damn it!" Typhoon exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. "You're superb at redirecting attacks."
"I'm starting to get bored," came the reply. Val had barely broken a sweat.
Typhoon clenched his jaw in anger. "Very well. I am going all out this time!" He pressed another button, and sparks intensified on his body, radiating all over and casting an eerie glow around him.
Zoom! He lunged at Val with lightning speed. She tried to parry, but the attack was too fast. Typhoon's agility had multiplied!
Crack! His punch landed on her left arm, and she jumped back a few yards in shock. The woman realized Typhoon's attack had caused a minor fracture. How strong was this material nanite? It could probably powder diamond when used in offense!
Zoom! Typhoon came in again with a nanite-powered fist. The man had injected the material in his tendons and ligaments in a biological formulation, which boosted his agility to godly levels.
Bam! The attack hit its target again. Val skidded back a few yards but didn't fall. However, she could realize the severity of the damage.
Typhoon threw his head back and cackled. "Oh, the mighty and beautiful Valeria Armstrong seems to falter! I'll try not to kill you before our lovemaking session! I want you to feel the defeat between your legs when I am inside you!"
Val spat out a mouthful of blood. "I can't believe it has come to this. It seems I underestimated you, Philip boyo. You've forced me to use my ultimate attack!"
The villain guffawed maniacally. "You're still so stubborn, Valeria darling. You believe your human attacks and defenses will somehow work against my enhanced body. What a pathetic loser! Beware! My next attack will certainly kill you! Alas, our romance will be of the necro genre! Here I come!"
Val did not budge from her place. Instead, she locked her knees and took a firm footing.
The female fighter began chanting a few lines like a spell. "I, Valeria Armstrong, declare myself an empty shell! O Peerless Man With A Thousand Gifts! You inhabit me as I inhabit you… Allow me to use your godly gift!"
The five-star generals of the NWO were not sworn in with words, oaths, and speeches. A blood ritual connected them with their Emperor, and during utmost peril, they could summon his strength for a split second. It was both a scientific and supernatural miracle.
Val gritted her teeth and grunted loudly, ammasing strength. The wind picked up as she made a solid fist. A faint glow gathered around her muscular arm.
Dust and gravel around Val shifted and rose in the air. Her clothes billowed without wind.
"I am the King's Hand!" She cried out, throwing a punch towards Typhoon.
The villain realized something weird was happening. But his narcissism was also skyrocketing, which made him misinterpret everything.
Typhoon was intrigued by Val's chanting and stance. Did she want to die heroically with pageantry? What a fool!
"I love this shit!" The villain exclaimed as his attack zeroed in on his target.
Boom! Typhoon and Val's fists connected, sending out a massive shockwave.
Typhoon grinned ear to ear, knowing in his heart that he had already won. A nanite-enhanced body was the ultimate weapon, without weaknesses. No other power in the world could rival it.
However, the villain's smile faded gradually as he drowned in overwhelming dread. What odd feeling suddenly crept on him and made his heart sink?
DEATH.
Splurge! Typhoon's body was blown into smithereens. Blood, bone, and viscera scattered over the stadium grounds.
Val fell to her knees, exhausted but smiling bitterly. The King's Hand was an ultimate move that burnt out all her energy. It emulated a tiny fraction of Victor's gift for a split second, a privilege accorded only to five-star generals.
Val's body felt wrecked and drained, even with a negligible share of Victor's gift. She wondered how the man handled the full brunt of such bottomless power.
"A deal is a deal," Val said aloud to the splattered remains of Philip Typhoon. "Your lower body is no longer connected to your upper body. Men always break my heart."