Part-61

  Sourov, surprised by James' sudden stillness, leaned in closer, a triumphant smirk twisting his features. That was his mistake. With a speed that seemed impossible moments ago, James twisted his body, using Sourov's own momentum to throw him off banbsp; The bigger boy stumbled back, momentarily caught off guard.

  A primal roar ripped from James' throat, a sound that seemed to erupt from somewhere deep within him. His body, no longer under his trol, moved with a terrifying effibsp; It was as if a switch had been flipped, transf him from a battered fighter into a whirlwind of calcuted fury.

  Panic fred in his chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by a detached observation. H in his blurry visiohe words "Crisis Mode" written in the same sharp blue as the previous prompt. Instinct took over, urging him to check the skill description. Through the haze, he mao see the words fsh before him:

  **Skill Name:** Crisis Mode

  **Move Type:** Semi Auto Battle Mode

  **Skill Type:** Special Skill Attack/Defense

  **Cool Down:** 1 Hour

  **Rank:** Extra

  **Description:** Semi-Auto Battle Mode enables your body to act autonomously. It utilizes 100% of your strength for any skills, executes perfed effit mao outmaneuver oppos, and includes automatic defeions. This mode remains active until your stamina drops below 30%. The only trol you have in this state is the ability to select allies and enemies.

  Uanding dawned. The System, in its outive way, had granted him a trump card. This "Crisis Mode" essentially turned him into a human on, pushing his body to its absolute limit and exeg teiques with fwless precision. It was a terrifying prospect, this loss of trol, but right now, it was his only ce.

  Fueled by the newfound power, James' body unched into a flurry of attacks, a perfect blend of the martial arts teiques he'd absorbed from the book and a raw, instinctive fighting style. Sourov, pletely caught off guard by James' sudden transformation, found himself on the defensive. Each blow nded with a siing thud, each dodge a blur of trolled movement. The crowd, initially stunned into silence, erupted in a cacophony of cheers and gasps.

  James, a mere passenger in his own body, withe fight unfold with a mix of awe and horror. He saw himself nd a perfect roundhouse kick, a teique he'd only skimmed over in the book. He witnessed a fwless reversal of a Judo throw, a move he hadn't even begun to prehend. It was like watg a master martial artist at work, only the master was his own body, a terrifying puppet trolled by the System's strings.

  James' body moved like a whirlwind, a terrifying ballet of violence orchestrated by the System's Crisis Mode. Sourov, the oninant force, was now a battered shell, desperately trying to fend off the relentless onsught.

  James, a helpless observer trapped within his own form, withe horrifying efficy of Crisis Mode. His hand, seemingly of its own volition, blurred into a flurry of strikes. He reized the Snake Jab – the very first teique he'd learned from the System – executed with a speed and precision he could never have achieved. Three times a sed, his finger jabbed at Sourov's pressure points, sending jolts of pain and disrupting the rger boy's movements.