Part-180

  With that, Dwip and James shifted his focus back to the task at hand, ready to finish what they had started.

  James forced himself to stand, his legs trembling but determio tihe fight. The intervention by Dwip had bought him preoments tain some strength and refocus.

  Seeing James ba his feet, albeit shakily, Arad's expression shifted frao frustration. He realized that the fight was far from over and that the support from James’s allies could turide against him. Enraged, Arad ched his fists and prepared to face Dwip, who was now stepping back to give James some breathing room.

  Dwip didn’t hesitate. He khat the fight was still far from over and that every sed ted. He maintained a defeance, ready to ter any move Arad might make. His small stature allowed him to maneuver quickly, dodging and weaving with a surprising degree of agility.

  James, although exhausted, was not about to let Dwip’s intervention go to waste. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fatigue and refocus his efforts. With Sloath Vision pushing his limits, he tapped into his remaining reserves of strength and stamina. He knew he had to finish the fight before his energy pletely depleted.

  Arad turo Dwip with a sharp gaze and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

  Dwip, unfazed, responded with a question of his own, "Why should I tell you who I am?"

  Arad's frustratio the dismissive answer. His patience wore thin, and he decided not to press further. It was clear to him that the man standing before him was an obstacle he o overe.

  As Arad charged towards Dwip, James saportunity. The bined efforts of Dwip’s boxing and James’s bat skills had momentarily disoriented Arad, leaving him vulnerable. With a determined expression, James summoned his remaining strength and charged in, targeting Arad’s exposed left side. James’s movements were swift and precise, his strikes aimed to exploit Arad’s momentary pse in tration. He khat if he could nd a hit, he might be able to turide of the battle.

  Arad, still reeling from Dwip’s pund distracted by his new oppo, found himself on the defensive. James, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a flurry of strikes, his movements a blur of speed and precision. With each hit, Arad stumbled backward, his defenses crumbling uhe relentless assault. James’s strikes were calcuted, targeting Arad’s oints and exploiting his vulnerabilities. The pain was excruciating, but Arad’s determination faltered as he struggled to maintain his footing. James, sensing the opportunity, pressed his advantage, his strikes being even more ferocious.

  The fight was a whirlwind of chaos and violence. Dwip’s boxing skills were a blur of motion, his punches and dodges a testament to his years of training. He kept Arad on the defensive, f him to stantly read adapt. Meanwhile, James, despite his exhaustion, unleashed a barrage of strikes, eaore powerful tha. His movements were a blur of speed and precision, his strikes calcuted to exploit Arad’s vulnerabilities. The two fighters were a whirlwind of motion, their bodies a blur of color as they cshed in a brutal dance of violehe air was thick with the sound of punches eg, the grunts and groans of the fighters, and the occasional crash of bodies hitting the ground. It ectacle of raw power aermination, a testament to the human spirit in the face of adversity.