Bully Lord

Part-135

Cornered and outnumbered, Dwip seemed to enjoy the challenge. His movements were fluid and precise, his strikes delivered with deadly accuracy. Ryan and Sourov fought bravely, but they were no match for his raw power and speed. With each passing moment, their chances of victory seemed to dwindle.

The crowd, initially drawn by the spectacle, now watched with a mixture of fear and pity. It was clear that the two boys were outmatched. Yet, they continued to fight, driven by a stubborn refusal to surrender.

As the fight dragged on, it became apparent that Dwip was toying with his opponents. He could have easily ended the fight with a single, well-placed blow, but he seemed to be enjoying the challenge. It was a cruel game of cat and mouse, and Ryan and Sourov were the helpless prey.

James watched in horror as his friends were systematically dismantled by Dwip. The boy was a force of nature, a whirlwind of destruction. It was clear that they were outmatched in every way. A cold sweat broke out on James's forehead as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had to find a way to turn the tide, and fast.

Before he could formulate a plan, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Dwip, having neutralized Ryan and Sourov, had turned his attention to James. A well-placed punch sent James flying several meters, landing hard on the ground. The wind was knocked out of him, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe.

The crowd gasped as James lay motionless on the ground. Dwip stood over him, his expression a mix of contempt and boredom. It seemed as if he was toying with his prey, prolonging the inevitable.

James managed to cough up some blood and slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position. His body ached, and his vision was blurry, but he refused to give up. He had to find a way to defeat Dwip, or at least to buy enough time for his friends to recover.

As he scanned the surroundings, his eyes fell on a fallen tree branch. It was a long shot, but it was their only hope. With a surge of adrenaline, James lunged forward, grabbing the branch and swinging it at Dwip.

Dwip, anticipating the attack, easily dodged the clumsy attempt. With a swift movement, he disarmed James, sending the branch flying. Before James could react, Dwip delivered another powerful punch, this time aiming for James's head.

James managed to partially block the punch, but the impact still sent him reeling. His vision blurred, and his head throbbed with pain. He knew he had to do something, and fast.

Activating his Sloth Vision, the world around him slowed down by 10%. Every movement was stretched, giving him precious extra seconds to react. With renewed focus, he launched a barrage of attacks, his fists a blur of motion. He aimed for Dwip's face, body, and legs, trying to exploit any opening.

With newfound focus, he aimed a flurry of punches at Dwip, utilizing his Finger Jab skill. His movements were rapid and precise, but Dwip, despite the slowed perception, managed to dodge every attack with uncanny ease. The boy's reflexes were superhuman, and James realized that even with the advantage of Sloth Vision, defeating him would be an impossible task.