Bully Lord

Part-136



Part-136

 

Before James could recover from the shock of his failed attempt, Dwip launched a powerful flying kick. The blow connected with James's cheek with devastating force, sending him flying several meters away. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and for a moment, he feared he might be unconscious.

 

As he lay on the ground, pain shooting through his body, James couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. They were completely outmatched. Dwip was a force of nature, a human weapon. How could they possibly defeat someone like him?

 

The pain was excruciating, but James refused to give up. He had to find a way to defeat Dwip, or they would all be finished. As he slowly got back to his feet, he noticed something peculiar about Dwip's fighting style. Despite his overwhelming power, there was a certain predictability to his movements.

 

With renewed determination, James focused on analyzing Dwip's patterns. He noticed a slight hesitation before each attack, a microsecond of indecision that could be exploited. It was a long shot, but it was their only hope.

 

As Dwip launched another attack, James waited for that crucial moment of hesitation. When it came, he countered with a swift and precise strike, aiming for Dwip's solar plexus. The punch connected, and for the first time, Dwip seemed to be caught off guard. He doubled over, gasping for air.

 

It was a small victory, but it was a start. James knew he had to capitalize on this opportunity. He rushed forward, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks, hoping to keep Dwip off balance.

 

Dwip's expression shifted from a look of exertion to a monstrous grin as he counterattacked. With a swift movement, he aimed a vicious kick directly at James' ribs. The impact was devastating. A sharp pain shot through James's body, and for a moment, he felt as if the world was ending. The sound of cracking ribs echoed in his ears, a chilling reminder of the brutality of the fight.

 

Dizzy and disoriented, James stumbled backward, his vision blurring at the edges. He could hear the crowd gasping in shock, but their voices seemed distant and muffled. He was on the verge of losing consciousness.

 

Ryan and Sourov, their earlier injuries forgotten in their concern for their friend, rushed to James's side. They helped him sit up, their faces etched with worry.

 

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked, his voice filled with concern.

 

James shook his head, unable to speak. The pain was excruciating, and he felt a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

 

Dwip, unmoved by the scene, simply regarded them with a cold, calculating gaze. It was clear that he was enjoying the power he held over them.

 

Ryan, fueled by adrenaline and a desperate desire to protect his friends, lunged forward, grabbing Dwip by the collar. With a surge of strength, he attempted to lift the smaller boy and slam him to the ground. However, Dwip proved to be surprisingly heavy, his feet planted firmly on the ground. Before Ryan could exert enough force, Dwip retaliated with a powerful hook to Ryan's ribs. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through Ryan's body, forcing him to release his grip. A taste of blood filled his mouth as he doubled over, his vision blurring.


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