"Sir, is Kong demonstrating against that man?"
A soldier asked in confusion.
"Doesn't look like it."
Colonel Joanna Edwards shook his head slightly. "Kong is most likely following its instincts and displaying its strength to the other party. This may be a form of provocation..."
If that was really the case, then it would undoubtedly be good news for Monarch!
Otherwise, he truly couldn't think of how they were supposed to stop that man from taking Kong away.
However.
The slap to the face came as swiftly as a tornado.
Just as Colonel Joanna Edwards and the other two kept guessing what Kong's gesture meant.
Carl looked at the confident Skull Island pretty boy below and reminded him, both annoyed and amused, "Are you sure you want to fight ten next?"
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
WTF???
Wasn't that a little too outrageous?
Colonel Joanna Edwards and the other two felt like their brains were about to crash.
Wasn't it supposed to be a provocative act driven by instinct?
So that clenched five-finger gesture wasn't a raised fist at all—it represented the Arabic numeral ten.
Uh...
Could someone tell them whether this Kong was really the same Kong from before?
How had it become both scholarly and martial after just a few days apart?
What the three of them didn't know was that.
Kong had been able to learn such refined human fighting techniques in such a short time.
All because of the psychic connection it had formed with Carl.
On a sudden whim, Carl had transmitted all the fighting techniques she had learned from Frank, as well as clips from MMA matches she had loved watching in her "previous life."
Directly into Kong's mind through their psychic connection.
If this had been done with any other type of Titan beast, it probably wouldn't