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"Roar!!"
When King Kong arrived on the scene, he was greeted by chaos. Jack, the silver-winged dragon, was tearing through Skull Island, leaving destruction in his wake.
The sight enraged the island's titan guardian.
But even in his fury, King Kong sensed danger.
This opponent was different—powerful, poised, and not to be underestimated.
Since slaying the Skull King—the former leader of the Skull Crawlers—King Kong had faced no true challengers on Skull Island.
He had become its uncontested king. But now, this silver dragon exuded a pressure that rattled even him.
"Roar!!"
Jack's blood-red eyes gleamed with excitement as King Kong charged forward.
He stood upright, rising from all fours to his full height—nearly 70 meters—comparable to the 80-meter King Kong.
His wings spread wide, kicking up gales of wind with a single beat as he launched into the sky.
At last, a worthy opponent.
"Let's see if you're more than just a pretty face, big guy."
Farther away, members of the Iwi tribe—people of Skull Island—had heard the thunderous roars and came to investigate.
What they found was a nightmare. Smoke curled through shattered forests.
The air reeked of burning earth.
And a massive silver dragon loomed in the sky, like a demon fallen from the heavens.
"Is that... a dragon?! A monster like that wants to destroy the island!"
"No—King Kong will protect us! He always has!"
The Iwi couldn't speak in words, but their minds connected through ancient telepathy.
Still, they were powerless with nothing but iron spears and wooden javelins in hand.
They could only pray that their guardian god, King Kong, would win this battle and save them from ruin.
"ROAR!!"
With the eyes of his people upon him, King Kong struck first.
He ripped a massive tree from the ground and hurled it like a spear toward the airborne Jack.
Swish!!
Jack's claw—a jagged blade of dark iron—sliced through the makeshift javelin effortlessly.
Splinters exploded across the sky as he ascended, vanishing into the clouds.
King Kong looked up, trying to trace his silhouette through the mist.
Then came the glow.
From above, a silver shape plummeted from the heavens, shrouded in flame and trailing sparks like a meteor.
The very air trembled as Jack dove headfirst, wings tucked, turning himself into a living missile.
Sensing the imminent strike, King Kong lunged backward just in time.
"BOOM!!"
The impact rocked the island. The earth where King Kong had stood was shattered under the dragon's crash.
The shockwave rippled outward, splintering trees, flinging boulders skyward, and cracking the land for miles.
A rain of debris followed—stone, soil, shattered roots—and any creature caught too close to the blast was instantly buried or crushed.
King Kong barely regained his footing before Jack surged from the dust, wings spread wide, tail lashing like a whip.
He didn't give his opponent time to recover.
King Kong roared and met the charge head-on.
He caught Jack's snapping jaws with both hands, his arms trembling under the dragon's strength.
Claws scraped against fur. Scales scraped against stone skin.
Jack growled low, smoke curling from his nostrils.
His tail coiled and whipped, catching King Kong off-balance and sending him crashing into a cliffside.
But King Kong wasn't down for long. With a howl of defiance, he grabbed a jagged boulder and hurled it like a punch.
Jack dodged midair, banking left, but the rock grazed his wing, forcing him lower.
They clashed again—claw against fist, fang against fury.
The fight turned into a brutal dance: King Kong used the terrain, seizing trees and stone to gain leverage; Jack struck from the air, using speed and altitude to stay one step ahead.
Every blow shook the island. Every miss carved scars into the land.
The Iwi could only watch, trembling, as two titans fought not just for Skull Island, but for dominance.
Even King Kong couldn't escape the full force of the shockwave.
His massive frame was hurled hundreds of meters through the air before crashing into a mountainside.
The impact shattered the peak, sending boulders and debris tumbling in a landslide that buried him beneath tons of rubble.
Only his thick hide and monstrous vitality saved him—any lesser creature would've been torn apart.
"Whoooosh—"
As King Kong struggled beneath the weight of the collapse, Jack once again soared skyward. He dipped low, flying at supersonic speed.
Each beat of his wings cracked the air, sending sonic booms rippling across the jungle.
The blast wave of his flight flattened trees and sent dust and debris spiraling into the sky.
"Let me see what you've got."
With a piercing screech, Jack dove, his silver-scaled body slamming into King Kong as he tried to rise.
The force drove the titan ape back down, dragging his massive body across the terrain.
Forests fell, cliffs cracked, and a trench split open in the earth from the sheer momentum of the slide.
"ROAR!!"
Though wracked with pain, King Kong's instincts kicked in. A lifetime of battle sharpened his reflexes.
While pinned, he twisted just enough to land a powerful punch toward Jack's head—like a cannon shot aimed point-blank.
The air howled as the punch came in.
But Jack, ever alert, jerked his head aside at the last instant.
The fist missed by inches, grazing a horn. His reflexes operated at millisecond precision—inhuman, even for a monster.
Before King Kong could recoil, Jack's claws balled into a fist.
He countered with a brutal uppercut, his strike amplified by the genetic power within him: the explosive force of beetle genes Thousand-fold explosive power, and the Supersonic snap of the mantis shrimp gene.
The very air seemed to shatter as the blow connected.
BANG!
King Kong reeled. His skull felt like it had cracked open. Vision blurred.
For a moment, he thought he saw... his great-grandmother waving at him from the afterlife.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A barrage followed. Jack pummeled him with a storm of blows, each accompanied by thunderous sonic booms that rippled across the valley.
The strikes left shockwaves that flattened everything within earshot.
King Kong's body convulsed, then went limp. His eyes rolled back. Limbs sprawled.
Consciousness slipped away like smoke.
The mountain shook as the fallen king collapsed, motionless.
But the damage didn't stop there.
Unbeknownst to King Kong, the physical contact had exposed him to Jack's biological weaponry—potent neurotoxins secreted through specialized stinging cells.
The effects began to manifest almost immediately.
His fur fell in clumps. His skin ulcerated and peeled, patches raw and burning.
Only the nearly indestructible vitality of a Titan kept his heart beating—faintly, weakly.
Barely alive, the once-mighty guardian of Skull Island now lay broken.
"Roaaarrr!!"
Jack lifted his blood-streaked, silver-scaled head high and let out a victorious roar that echoed like a death knell over the island.
The sound split the sky and rattled the earth, shaking trees and shattering cliff faces.
It wasn't just a roar—it was a declaration.
"The reign of Monkey King is over."
"Skull Island has a new owner."
"The Reign of Dragon King begins."
BZZZZZZZZ—
Even from afar, the Iwi tribe felt the shift.
Jack's roar pierced the heavens, stabbing into their minds like sharp blades.
The sound was unbearable—many fell to their knees, clutching their heads as blood streamed from their ears.
The shockwave ruptured eardrums, and their telepathic connection wavered into silence.
Yet the pain was nothing compared to the despair.
Their god was defeated. Their last line of defense lay broken and poisoned.
And now, the creature that had taken his place towered over the island, invincible and unchallenged.
It was over. Skull Island had fallen.
"Hissssss—!!"
Just when the Iwi thought the nightmare had reached its peak, the ground began to tremble violently beneath their feet.
Cracks splintered across the battlefield.
From the depths of the shattered earth, a chorus of shrill, hoarse roars pierced the air, drawn out and chilling, like cries rising from the bowels of hell.
Skull Crawlers.
The ancient threat that lurked beneath Skull Island had awakened.
BOOM!!
The ground burst open. Massive bodies erupted from the earth like volcanic blasts.
Dust and gravel exploded outward in thick clouds.
In moments, dozens—then hundreds—of grotesque creatures spilled out, a living tidal wave of bone and rage.
Their monstrous skull-like heads snapped and shrieked.
Long, serpentine bodies—some stretching over 30 meters—slithered and surged like coiled pythons unbound.
Each one had thick, armor-plated limbs ending in claws strong enough to shred stone.
And at their head... a new leader.
A towering behemoth nearly 50 meters long. Its skeletal form was wrapped in pale, sinewy flesh stretched taut across sharpened bone.
Twin horns curved from its forehead, and empty eye sockets glowed with a sickly green light.
For years, these predators had lived hidden beneath the island's crust—burrowers in the dark, outmatched by the might of King Kong.
His rule kept them suppressed. If they surfaced, they died.
So they waited. Lurking. Watching. Enduring.
But now they had felt the shift.
Kong's iron will no longer rule.
His life force had flickered, then dimmed.
The final blow had come not from them, but from the monster even they feared to provoke: Jack.
This was their chance.
The new leader, sensing King Kong's vulnerability, led the charge.
No hesitation. No fear.
This was their moment to rise, to finish what they had been denied for generations.
To wipe out King Kong.
To challenge the dragon.
To seize Skull Island.