Part-62

  The crowd, initially stunned into a fused silence, erupted in a cacophony of shouts and gasps. Some, like Coach Gin, watched with narrowed eyes, analyzing the unfamiliar yet fwless fighting style. Others, like Mili who finally came to see his fight, was hiding behind a cluster of students, fli each bone-jarring impact, a mix of fear and morbid curiosity ing iomach.

  "Whoa, did you see that? That isn't feel like James from earlier fighting anymore! Something may have cliside him." a nky boy named Alex excimed to his friends, his voice ced with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

  "No cap, what was that? It was like he ossessed or something," chimed in Sarah, a girl with fiery red hair, her eyes wide with disbelief.

  A group of uppercssmen, known for their involvement in the martial arts club, huddled together, their expressions serious. "That wasn't any fighting style I've ever seen," muttered one, his brow furrowed in tration. "Maybe some kind of underground street fighting teique?"

  "Whatever it was, it was damn effective," replied another, a hint ing respe his voibsp; "Sourov ood a ce."

  Meanwhile, a cluster of girls, usually oblivious to the schoolyard brawls, watched with wide eyes. "Isn't that James? The one who stood up for Mili a couple weeks ago?" whispered one, her voice barely above a murmur.

  "Yeah, I 't believe he just beat Sourov," replied her friend, her voice trembling slightly. "He's, like, a pro fighter from movie nht?"

  The question hung in the air, unanswered. The image of James, his body moving with inhuman precision, lingered in their minds, a strange mix of fear and admiration swirling within them.

  The fight desded into a one-sided dispy of dominanbsp; Following the Snake Jabs, James' body unleashed the Thunder Cp Sp – a powerful open-harike that resonated with a sharp crack across Sourov's jaw. The bigger boy stumbled back, momentarily stunned, his face torted in pain and disbelief.

  The final blow came in the form of a perfectly executed Kangaroo Cut Uppercut, a teique James had only g in the martial arts book. His body pivoted with unnatural speed, his fist rising in a devastating arc that ected with Sourov's with a siing thud.

  The impact sent Sourov crashing to the ground, a groan esg his lips as he y motionless. Silence desded once more, broken only by James' ragged breaths. His body, its movements now sluggish, stood poised over the fallen Sourov.

  The crowd erupted in a cacophony of reas. "Holy crap! Did James just win?" yelled a surprised voice from the babsp; A collective gasp rippled through the group as Coach Gin rushed towards the downed Sourov, cheg fns of injury.

  "Looks like the little guy has a hidden bite," muttered a senior student, a hint ing respe his voibsp; "hought I'd see Set beat like that."

  A group of girls huddled together, their eyes wide with disbelief. "Did James just use some kind of super move? That was insane!" one whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

  "I 't believe it! Maybe James isn't such a wimp after all," chimed in another, a newfound respect shining in her eyes.