Part-137

  Seeing his ce, Sourov moved in for the attack. He aimed a swift kick at Dwip's legs, hoping to disrupt his bance. But Dwip anticipated the move, easily evading the attack before tering with a devastating headbutt. The impact was like being hit by a battering ram. Sourov's world exploded in a blinding fsh of pain as he colpsed to the ground.

  James, watg the brutal exge, felt a surge of helplessness. His friends were being systematically defeated, and he owerless to intervene. He had to find a way to turide, but his body was still reeling from the earlier attack.

  James, sensing an opportunity, moved with lightning speed. As Sourov crashed to the ground, he positioned himself between Dwip and his fallen friend. With a powerful burst of energy, he delivered a swift and forceful punch to Dwip's chest. The impact sent a shockwave through Dwip's body, f him to stumble backward.

  For the first time sihe fight began, Dwip looked surprised. He had uimated James, assuming him to be the weakest of the three. But James had proven him wrong.

  Seizing the moment, James unched a relentless barrage of punches and kicks. His movements were rapid and precise, a stark trast to the brute force employed by his oppos. Dwip, caught off guard by the sudden onsught, struggled to defend himself.

  The crowd, which had initially been sileed in cheers as James held his own against the formidable oppo. Ryan and Sourov, slowly rec from their injuries, watched in awe as their friend fought with a ferocity they had never seen before.

  Dwip, realizing that he was in a fight, began to fight back with renewed vigor. The exge of blows was fierce, with both fighters giving their all. James, despite his smaller stature, held his own, his agility and speed proving to be a valuable asset.

  As the fight progressed, it became clear that her side was willing to give up. They were locked in a battle of wills, a test of endurand determination. The crowd, sensing the climax of the fight, erupted into a frenzy of cheers and shouts.

  James's precision and speed were nothing short of astonishing. With each strike, he seemed to anticipate Dwip's movements, his body moving with an almost meical efficy. Unbeknownst to the onlookers, James was currently in semi-auto battle mode, a skill grao him by the Otherworldly Bully Lord System. This mode allowed him to fight with a level of automaticity, reag instinctively to his oppo's moves.

  Despite the relentless barrage of attacks, Dwip mao hold his ground. His defenses were imperable, his body moving with a fluid grace that belied his raw power. It was as if he were dang with the wind, effortlessly dodging every strike.

  James, realizing that brute force alone would not suffice, began to experiment with different tactics. He feinted, he dodged, he tried to disrupt Dwip's rhythm. But the boy remained unyielding, his terattacks as swift and deadly as ever.

  The crowd, initially cheering for James, began to grow silent as the realization dawned upohat the fight was evenly matched. These were two extraordinary fighters, pushing the limits of human ability.