Part-176

  Just as James this, Arad suddenly charged at them, his eyes filled with a feral iy. Sourov, the bravest of their group, stepped up to form the first line of defense, his fists ched and his jaw set. Arad, however, was too quick. With a lightning-fast movement, he grabbed Sourov by the neck, his grip as tight as a vice. Sourov struggled to break free, his face turning purple as he gasped for air however before that Arad nded a krike to his face, leaving Sourov with a badly injured nose bone..

  Blood spurted from Sourov's nose as his k down to ground, clutg his fa pain. "Sourov!" Ryan yelled, his eyes wide with shock.

  Seeing his friend in danger, Ryan sprang into a. He unched himself at Arad, his body a blur of motion. With a powerful kick, he struck Arad in the side, f him to release Sourov. Sourov stumbled backward, gasping for breath, his face a mask of pain

  He rushed to his friend's side, but Sourov waved him off, gritting his teeth through the pain.

  "I'm fine. Focus on Arad," Sroaned, struggling to stay upright. James and Ryan exged a ghey couldn't afford to hesitate.

  Arad smirked, his fidence growing as he saw Sourov weakened. "Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic," he taunted. His eyes gleamed with a predator's hunger as he prepared to strike again. But before he could make his move, James was already in front of him, ready to engage.

  James dropped into a defeance, his body tensed like a coiled spring. He could feel his heartbeat qui, the adrenaline kig in. Arad was faster than any oppo he’d ever faced, and his fighting style was brutal—precise strikes aimed to maim or incapacitate.

  "Stay sharp, Ryan," James called out, aking his eyes off Arad. "This guy's no ordinary thug."

  Ryan nodded, already shifting into position beside James. Together, they formed a united front, their movements synized from weeks of training in the Judo club. If Arad thought he could take them down easily, he was about to get a rude awakening.

  Without warning, Arad lunged again, his fists aimed at James's chest. James sidestepped the attack, barely avoiding the blow, aaliated with a quick low kick aimed at Arad's legs. The kided, but Arad absorbed the hit, his body barely fling.

  "Yoing to have to try harder than that," Arad shrowing a spinning back fist at James. James ducked just in time, feeling the rush of wind as the fist passed dangerously close to his head.

  Before Arad could follow up, Ryan sprang into a, ung himself at Arad from the side. He aimed a powerful punch at Arad's ribs, but Arad was faster. He spun around, catg Ryan's arm mid-swing and twisting it violently, f Ryan to his knees.

  "You guys are amateurs," Arad said, his voice cold and desding. He tightened his grip on Ryan's arm, elig a grunt of pain.