Outside the airplane, amidst the clouds.
WarGreymon hovered outside the aircraft window.
He coldly watched the missile shooting towards him.
"Too weak."
He muttered deeply, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
This small, temporarily loaded missile's power was countless times weaker than the two BlackWarGreymon had once faced.
WarGreymon stretched out his right hand, claws clenched tight.
The missile, carrying the pilot's last hope, was easily intercepted.
His right hand exerted force, and the warhead traced a straight path through the air.
It fell into the ocean tens of thousands of meters below, erupting in a small splash.
"Stop the plane. I don't want to drag this out any longer."
Taichi gazed coldly through the window, he had seen Yamato.
He gave a low command to WarGreymon beneath him.
"Yes."
WarGreymon responded and moved.
His orange-yellow body transformed into a whirlwind, swiftly flying to the nose of the airplane.
[Danger! Unidentified creature ahead!]
[Reduce speed immediately! At the plane's current speed, a collision would definitely cause a massive explosion!]
Seeing the suddenly appearing figure, the pilot's pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounding wildly.
He desperately operated the control column, trying with all his might to slow the plane down.
But ultimately, it was futile.
He could only watch in despair as the supersonic aircraft collided head-on with the orange-yellow figure.
Whoosh!
The pilot closed his eyes in fear, awaiting the outcome of being utterly annihilated.
However…
The expected violent explosion did not roar in his ears.
Instead, a scornful voice clearly passed through the window, echoing beside him.
"Hah, intercepted with only thirty percent strength. It seems Koshiro worried too much."
The pilot's eyes snapped open, staring in shock at WarGreymon before him, who seemed like a god.
Incredibly powerful!
With one hand, amidst the vast clouds, he had intercepted a supersonic passenger jet.
Moreover, the control of force was exquisitely precise, as the windows hadn't even shattered.
The aircraft only shook violently for a moment before quickly stabilizing.
The pilot stared dumbfounded at WarGreymon, a feeling of awe involuntarily rising in his heart.
'Such an existence...'
'Is this the unidentified monster far beyond human limits that the Self-Defense Forces spoke of?!'
High above the clouds, WarGreymon's icy pupils swept across the passengers, finally locking onto a spot at the rear of the plane. A cruel smile curled on his lips.
"Found you."
His orange-yellow body instantly thrust forward.
Crash!
The tempered glass, capable of resisting bullets, was torn apart like thin paper. The orange-yellow storm accurately descended before the man in green clothes, and a fist shot out.
Thud!
Yamato's soft abdomen instantly concaved. His whole body bent deeply like a boiled shrimp.
So painful!
It felt as if his internal organs had been churned by this punch, his gallbladder about to be vomited out.
A mouthful of blood sprayed uncontrollably from Yamato's mouth, stained with two front teeth that had been knocked out, a miserable sight.
The passengers on the plane all watched this scene with horror.
No one dared to step forward and intervene.
Whoosh…
The broken window let in a surging, icy cold wind, making Yamato's legs tremble.
But even so, the desire to survive made Yamato use two hundred percent of his strength.
Like a dog, he clung to WarGreymon's thigh, his face covered in snot and blood, fawning obsequiously.
"Taichi, it's all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding... It wasn't me who went after Sora, it was that woman... Yes, she came to my bed on her own, I really didn't betray you... You want Sora, right? I can help you! With drugs, money, anything, just spare my life, I can do anything... I beg you... Let me go..."
Slap!
Looking at the frantic, pathetic Yamato, now like a stray dog, Taichi, expressionless, landed a heavy slap.
Five bright red finger marks, along with dripping flesh and skin, bloomed on Yamato's face.
After obtaining the Crest of Revenge, Taichi's physical strength had also increased significantly.
A casual slap was enough to shatter a wooden board, let alone Yamato's face?
"Ahhhh! It hurts so much!!!"
Yamato instinctively covered his face, a burning pain radiating from it.
However, more than the intense pain, Yamato cared more about his handsome, mixed-race face.
"My face! Taichi, you actually ruined my face!"
Frantically opening his phone, he clicked on a selfie app.
Yamato looked at his reflection on the screen and let out a nearly insane roar.
That handsome, fair, almost effeminately enchanting face was now imprinted with five deep, bone-exposing scars!
The delicate flesh seemed torn open by a beast's sharp claws, flesh and bone stuck together, horribly gruesome!
Disfigurement to this extent could no longer be remedied by money or plastic surgery.
No girl with a sound mind could fall asleep peacefully next to such a devilishly hideous face.
"Ahhhhhh! Just a mere Taichi! A lowly thing like an ant! How dare you disfigure my face! I'll kill you!!!"
The intense pain on his face and the huge blow of being disfigured drove Yamato completely mad.
He momentarily forgot the vast difference in strength between him and Taichi, raised his fist, wanting to pin Taichi down and beat him violently like he did ten years ago.
But.
Times have changed.
Thud!
WarGreymon's cold claws lifted him up like a chick.
One punch, another punch, another, another...
…
Dozens of consecutive punches bombarded his fragile body.
Face, chest, stomach, waist, crotch.
Everywhere visible to the naked eye, with each punch, a deep dent was left.
Especially the crotch…
One punch there, and Yamato's piercingly mournful scream, like a cuckoo crying blood, made all the men on the plane instinctively tighten their legs.
Too brutal.
After the storm of blows, Yamato, like a ragged doll, was casually thrown to the ground.
Only the faintest breath remained, weak as a gossamer thread.
He wasn't dead.
Taichi's revenge was not yet over.
"Once, I thought status and money could change everything... steal my lover, betray my friendship, ruin my life..." Taichi looked down coldly at Yamato, his right foot stepping on Yamato's head, trampling him mercilessly.
"Later, after meeting the Group Owner, I realized I was wrong."
"Status changes, money is lost. Only power is eternal."
Taichi clenched his fist, sweeping his gaze like a monarch over everyone present.
"Now, I am the one with overwhelming power. So over you, I hold the power of life and death."
"Everyone here!"
"Spit on him once, then use your greatest strength to attack any part of his body, and you will receive a parachute to escape from here."
At this point, a devilish curve lifted the corner of Taichi's lips.
"There are only three hundred parachutes in total. There are four hundred of you. First come, first served."
"Now, begin."