Part-134

  James was stunned by the dispy of violence. He had uimated Dwip's fighting abilities, and it had cost his friends dearly. He khey had to find a way to turuation around, but for now, their priority was to tend to Ryan and Sourov's injuries.

  He helped his friends to their feet, examining their injuries. Sourov's side was bruised and tender, while Ryan's nose was already beginning to swell. Despite the paiher of them seemed willing to give up.

  "We 't let him get away with this," Ryan muttered, his voice filled with determination.

  Sourov nodded, his eyes fshing with anger. "We have to find a way to beat him."

  James khey were bht. They couldn't let Dwip intimidate them. But they also had to be smart about it. They couldn't afford to get hurt again.

  The realization of their disadvantage was a bitter pill to swallow. Ryan and Sourov, skilled in the disciplined world of Judo, were fag an oppo who fought with raw, unbridled aggression. It was a mismatch of styles, a csh of teique versus instinct.

  The frontation was swift and brutal. Ryan, the first to engage, unched a well-executed Ippon Seoi-nage, aiming to utilize his Judo training to overpower Dwip. However, the smaller boy proved to be uedly agile, dodging the attack with ease before retaliating with a swift elbow strike to Ryan's ribs. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Ryan's body, f him to double over.

  Seeing his friend in distress, Sourov moved in to assist. His powerful build and years of Judo training gave him an air of fidence. He aimed a sweepi Dwip, hoping to disrupt his bance. But Dwip, with surprising agility, caught Sourov's leg and used it to propel himself forward, delivering a forceful krike to Sourov's abdomen. The impact was debilitating, f Sourov to crumple to the ground, gasping for air.

  Dwip stood victorious, his oppos writhing in pain at his feet. His expression remained impassive, as if he had merely swatted away two annoying flies. The onlookers, a growing crowd of students, watched in stunned sileheir eyes wide with disbelief.

  The disparity in skill was evident. Ryan and Sourov, products of a disciplined martial art, were no match for Dwip's raw, instinctive fighting style. It was a stark remihat the streets were a different battlefield altogether.

  Dwip stood triumphant, his oppos doubled over in pain. The crowd, a mix of fear and awe, parted to give him a clear path. He was a force of nature, a raw talent unleashed.

  Ryan, the first to recover, tried aactic. He feinted a right hook, hoping to distract Dwip before ung a low kick. But Dwip was too quick, anticipating the move and tering with a devastating uppercut that sent Ryan reeling.

  Sourov, seeing his friend in trouble, charged in, his eyes filled with determination. He aimed a powerful punch at Dwip's face, but the smaller boy easily dodged the attading a swift kick to Sourov's khe sharp pain caused Sourov to stumble, giving Dportunity to nd a flurry of punches.