Part-135

  ered and outnumbered, Dwip seemed to enjoy the challenge. His movements were fluid and precise, his strikes delivered with deadly accuracy. Ryan and Sourov fought bravely, but they were no match for his raw power and speed. With each passing moment, their ces of victory seemed to dwindle.

  The crowd, initially drawn by the spectacle, now watched with a mixture of fear and pity. It was clear that the two boys were outmatched. Yet, they tio fight, driven by a stubborn refusal to surrender.

  As the fight dragged on, it became apparent that Dwip was toying with his oppos. He could have easily ehe fight with a single, well-pced blow, but he seemed to be enjoying the challe was a cruel game of cat and mouse, and Ryan and Sourov were the helpless prey.

  James watched in horror as his friends were systematically dismantled by Dwip. The boy was a force of nature, a whirlwind of destru. It was clear that they were outmatched in every way. A cold sweat broke out on James's forehead as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had to find a way to turide, and fast.

  Before he could formute a pn, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Dwip, haviralized Ryan and Sourov, had turned his attention to James. A well-pced punch sent James flying several meters, nding hard on the ground. The wind was knocked out of him, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe.

  The croed as James y motionless on the ground. Dwip stood over him, his expression a mix of pt and boredom. It seemed as if he was toying with his prey, prolonging the iable.

  James mao cough up some blood and slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position. His body ached, and his vision was blurry, but he refused to give up. He had to find a way to defeat Dwip, or at least to buy enough time for his friends to recover.

  As he sed the surroundings, his eyes fell on a fallen tree branch. It was a long shot, but it was their only hope. With a surge of adrenaline, James lunged frabbing the brand swinging it at Dwip.

  Dwip, anticipating the attack, easily dodged the clumsy attempt. With a swift movement, he disarmed James, sending the branch flying. Before James could react, Dwip delivered another powerful punch, this time aiming for James's head.

  James mao partially block the punch, but the impact still sent him reeling. His vision blurred, and his head throbbed with pain. He knew he had to do something, and fast.

  Activating his Sloth Vision, the world around him slowed down by 10%. Every movement was stretched, giving him precious extra seds to react. With renewed focus, he unched a barrage of attacks, his fists a blur of motion. He aimed for Dwip's face, body, and legs, trying to exploit any opening.

  With newfound focus, he aimed a flurry of pu Dwip, utilizing his Finger Jab skill. His movements were rapid and precise, but Dwip, despite the slowed perception, mao dodge every attack with uny ease. The boy's reflexes were superhuman, and James realized that even with the advantage of Sloth Visioing him would be an impossible task.