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Chapter 1
The silhouette of a muscular man was barely noticeable as it sprinted across the jungle canopy. The swiftness and agility of the person surpassed the primates that lived there. The man traversed forty kilometers on the treetops in an hour and a quarter and then dived on the lake underneath the branches of the last tree and swam the across the water showing no signs of fatigue. He then ran on land at breakneck speed for half a day covering more than a hundred kilometers. Finally, around midday he stopped, his bronzed and sculpted body glistened with sweat, his breathing a little hurried and his muscles strained a bit from the labors he had done. The man was Tarzan of the apes, king and champion of the jungle.
It has been almost a year since the Battle of the Blood Tribe and the alliance of the Five Tribes. Tarzan had fully recovered from the terrible ordeal the Blood Tribe had subjected him, in fact, he has gotten stronger than ever before. The jungle has been peaceful in the last twelve months as his presence and reputation protected it from evil men and kept the inter-tribal disputes to a minimum. Despite the forest's serenity, Tarzan worked harder to improve himself physically, mentally and emotionally. He meditated in waterfalls, used boulders as weights for his exercises and shadow boxed to improve his fighting skills.
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Tarzan trekked laboriously to his destroyed tree house near the middle of the jungle. The experiments and torture of Dr. Johnson and his guards took its tremendous toll to his body: he had a high fever, cramps still knotted his stomach, his liver felt like it was being grated, many muscle fibers burned with pain and minor tremors still erupted during some parts of the day. His gait was uneven due to the swollen joints brought about by the stretching and rubber mallet torture. The jungle hero took frequent breaks and rests to renew the energy of his exhausted frame and revitalized his damage form, thus, making the usual day's journey into a week-long one. The animals had been very helpful, bringing him food to eat and alerting him of the lurking dangers. Twice he barely eluded Blood Tribe assassins still searching for him.
Finally, the jungle hero reached his former tree house. The area was denser with vegetation from what it was when he had last been there, more than eight months ago on the fateful day when he was attacked by the Treasure Raiders. New plants had thrived on the trunk of the chopped tree that once cradled Tarzan's famous tree house. For the past months, this destroyed sanctuary has been the symbol of Tarzan's defeat and the chaos that ensued throughout the jungle. It's going to change now, this is where the jungle order will be re-established thought Tarzan fiercely, determined to restore tranquility in the jungle. Despite of his suffering and with the help of his animal friends, the jungle champion proceeded in making a temporary and hidden shelter for the arrival of the tribe chiefs.
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Chapter 1
Varke and Tier, warriors of the Impala Tribe, were scouting the area when they saw a muscular man lying on his stomach. Quickly, the two men approached and investigated. Varke overturned the man and was horrified to find out that it was the jungle's champion, Tarzan! For a moment, Varke and Tier were shocked as they surveyed the body of the fallen hero. A fist print was found in his left chest and an imprint of a pair of shoes tarnished Tarzan's otherwise perfect abdomen. The marks were surrounded by black-blue discoloration indicating that the area were pummeled countless of times, thought the two tribesmen. Tarzan's face was bloodied but there was no visible wounds, leading the two natives to conclude that the injury was internal. The sound of Tarzan's weak moaning and wheezy breathing pulled Varke and Tier out of their thoughts.
'Who could have done this to Tarzan?' asked Tier
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Tarzan had made his presence known through his mighty call, to give hope to his jungle friends but restoring the jungle to its former order won't be an easy mission, especially, when all kinds of vultures have descended. Stealthily Tarzan, scoured and observed the conditions of the jungle, carefully planning a strategy on how to best rid of the vermin which exploited the land.
There were many groups of poachers and treasure hunters who swarmed the jungle, but without a strong leader they were disorganized and scattered, Tarzan will have little problem in rounding them up. However, the group of diamond miners in the North Mountain might be a little troublesome Tarzan thought. They were headed by Bolshoi Medved who Tarzan recognized from the ranger's newspaper articles. He was a former world heavyweight Mixed Martial Arts champion specializing in powerful submission holds. Bolshoi abducted and forced a hundred tribesmen to serve as his slave miners, he treated them like dirt. Tarzan gritted his teeth as he observed their torment he would have to save them very soon. He would need all the allies he can get if wants to end the terrorism of the Blood Tribe who had strengthened their ranks in the wake of Tarzan's absence.
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Prologue
Tarzan climbed the highest tree he could find and for the first time in eight months, Tarzan's yell reverberated in the jungles of Africa. The animals and natives felt a flicker of hope from their situation under the oppressive rule of the hunters, poachers, mercenaries and warmongers who have swarmed and exploited the land. The deep and brave voice of the jungle hero soothed their aching bodies and they longed to break from their bonds of slavery. Tarzan will come for them, he would save them and release them from their captivity.
About a kilometer away, a black man in a three-piece suit and leather shoes stood hidden in the branches of an acacia tree, his hand was crossed over his chest . The impeccably dressed man gazed at Tarzan as the king of the jungle howled his call from the highest tree in the area. 'Tarzan, you should have stayed hidden in your lair...' whispered the man scowling.
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It was just before dawn, the usual jungle sounds where interrupted by a loud and dangerous sound. The sound awakened Tarzan, king of the jungle from his sleep. Quickly, Tarzan tried to gather himself and observed his surroundings. He listened to the sound and found out that it was the sound of a chainsaw, two of them, in fact. Within seconds, Tarzan felt the tree house wobble. Although a bit dazed from his interrupted sleep, Tarzan skillfully moved to the side of the tree house and grabbed a vine and swung to the closest tree.
Midway through the swing, Tarzan heard the crack of the rifle shot. Tarzan braced himself for the agony of a bullet wound. But to his surprise, he felt himself falling to the canopy below instead. Tarzan's jungle-trained instincts took over and managed to grab a branch within reach and swiftly took cover in the large torso of the tree he originally intended to go. The large tree trunk barely covered Tarzan's 6'3", 240-pound, broad chest and tapered waist frame. The shooter's skill is first class to be able the sever the vine despite its movement, thought Tarzan.
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