The Power Of The Cold

Clint was about to remove Cross's heart from his body until Cross overpowered him. He headbutted him for hard a loud crack was heard. A part of his skull was cracked that caused him to stagger. Cross took the advantage, uppercutting Clint into the air causing his body to sail into the air like a rocket. Clint landed in a giant ditch full of mud. He began laughing. " You are one silly man." He shoved his hands inside the brown mud, absorbing it. As he fully absorbed the mud, all of his were wounds healed, including his ruptured organs. He leaped out the pile of mud landing perfectly on his feet with a huge smile on his face. He stuck his hand into the air, turning his fist into a giant muddy hand. "Giant Mud Fist!" shouted Clint. As he was about to punch after he felt an incredibly large quantity of spiritual aura approaching behind him.

He quickly turned around and saw Victor who had a rather serious expression on his face. He wore a blue shirt, black pants, designer dragon skin shoes, and a leather coat with cotton truffles around his colour. He had his hand on his sword ready to cut down anyone who opposes him in less than a nanosecond. " What's going on here Clint?" asked Victor. Clint instantly turned his fist back to normal. " Nothing important sir." "I and my subordinates were about to rid the beautiful island of Saint Isi?" He looked at Akashiri and said: Let them pass through." " I was expecting them." But Victor they- Victor took his hand off of his sword, placing it around Clint's neck. Do you dare to challenge my authority? Clint could barely breathe. "No sire.." said Clint. He tossed Clint to the side as if he was a bag of garbage. From time to time Clint thought about betraying Victor Zen. He never did it because he knew it wouldn't end well for him his subordinates. Even though Victor was sick he didn't lose his touch. He still was considered the greatest swordsman ever. "Come you all." "Follow me to my mansion." Everyone began following Victor. Even though he couldn't be trusted, he was in actuality the good Zen in the family who helped and saved many people from certain bankruptcy, eviction, life in prison, and death. No one knew this expect Trigger who was planning an attack on the island of Saint Isi.

He would arrive in 12 hours with 25 percent of his cavalry who were not afraid of death.

Inside Trigger's Main Cavalry Ship. Trigger sat in his quarters talking to the true leader of The Phantom Corp who never should his face to no one. He had a deep dark evil voice. His name was unknown. All that was known about him was that he ordered many of troops and army to take over many cities and civilizations in the Land Of The North, of the coldest places ever. Leader." " It is a pleasure to speak with you. Trigger. I have given control of 10 percent of my empire. Have taken over the City Of New Malar yet?" " No leader I haven't." " My patience is running by a thin. How many chances have I given you and you have failed me? "Tell me." "Now." Trigger's ears began leaking out blood. "A dozen." This is the last chance to overthrow the City Of New Malar. " Since this your last chance I will make it worth your while. Suddenly black aura began wrapping around Trigger's body, causing him to collapse on his knees. Suddenly a strange rare type of highly advanced technological weapon appeared in Trigger"s hand. It was a silver core that had bright bluish energy in it. "What is this?" Some of the power that fuels The Phantom Corp.

With it, you have enough to overthrow The City Of New Malar. Trigger began smiling. Use it wisely Trigger. If you use too much your flesh will be stripped from your bones and you ripped to shreds like ribbons. Use half now and half later. Report when you have completed your job. Do you understand these obligations?" Trigger nodded. Yes, leader." " I won't fall you again. You better not or you will be tortured and thrown into prison for the rest of your miserable life. The shadowed hologram of the leader disappeared. As Trigger opened the silver core that contained some of the power that fueled the North Empire, bolts of energy began going into his body that caused Trigger to groan and vomit up blood. His eye colour changed from black and red to bright blue. He began screaming loudly like a siren.