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But Jaxon wasn't done yet.

"So, Flash, you're telling me you never look at girls?"

"There are so many beautiful girls in our class. Do you close your eyes whenever you see them? You sit right behind Mary Jane, have you never noticed her beauty? Or, using your words, haven't you been 'peeping'?"

"I suggest you get your eyes checked, because something's clearly wrong with them."

Jaxon's words completely threw Flash off.

He had come looking for trouble, but now he was the one being humiliated.

Internally, Jaxon was amused, 'Do you think all those hours playing strategy games went to waste?'

Flash was enraged and decided to drop all pretense.

"You're good with words, huh? Well, you're still just an Oriental. Orientals are dirty and lowly!"

Gwen's face twisted in disgust at Flash's open racism, "Shut up, Flash. You're being an ass."

Hearing this, Jaxon's eyes turned cold.

"Alright, Flash. You've officially pissed me off."

"I'll make sure you understand, through pain, that respect is not optional."

Gwen, sensing the tension, tried to de-escalate the situation, "Jaxon, I know he insulted you, but not everyone thinks like Flash. He's just a brainless idiot."

"If you fight him, you'll only be giving him what he wants. You should just walk away—you're no match for him physically."

But Gwen's words couldn't stop Jaxon. His mind was set.

Flash wasn't backing down either, "What, are all Oriental men this weak? Do you always hide behind women?"

Jaxon's voice was calm but full of confidence, "Of course not. If you don't apologize, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

"I'll teach you that there's a price for insulting someone like me."

Flash sneered, "You've got guts, but it only makes me more excited."

"Come on, then. Let's see what you've got!"

Soon, Jaxon followed Flash out to the lawn by the playground. A group of students followed, eager to watch the showdown.

They formed a circle around them.

"Jaxon, I think you should just give up." Gwen whispered, her voice full of concern.

Jaxon shook his head, "No, Gwen. I don't give up. That's not who I am."

"Thanks, though."

Gwen smiled, a little unsure, "You're welcome, but just be careful. Flash is a jerk, but he's strong."

"I'll handle him." Jaxon said with confidence, "When I beat him, how about you let me treat you to coffee?"

Gwen was taken aback by his boldness

, "You're asking me out?"

"Yes."

After a moment, Gwen smiled, "Alright, but only if you win and don't end up in the hospital."

"Maybe if you cheer me on, I'll be even stronger." Jaxon teased.

Flash, feeling ignored, was furious, "Hey, skinny monkey! Your opponent is right here, and you're still flirting? You should be calling an ambulance!"

Jaxon chuckled, "Maybe you should call the ambulance yourself, Flash. I haven't heard your apology yet!"

The two stood ready to fight, with a crowd surrounding them.

Flash, standing at 6'5", towered over Jaxon.

But that didn't bother Jaxon one bit.

In terms of physique, Flash was as strong as a bull. Although Jaxon was not thin, there was still a noticeable difference between the two.

With such a gap, no one thought Jaxon could beat Flash.

Several of Flash's usual gang members began cheering him on.

"Knock him down, Flash!"

"Look at this skinny guy from the East. How ridiculous! He actually dares to challenge Flash!"

FLASH! FLASH!

"I bet he won't last three minutes!"

"Three minutes? Flash only needs one punch to knock him down."

"I'm just worried Flash might kill him with one punch."

Jaxon overheard the onlookers' discussions. Many of them had a barbaric belief in "might makes right."

The crowd's cheers and roars only fueled Flash's confidence, "Are you ready, skinny monkey?"

"I'm going to knock you out with just one punch!"

The Batman Template was still integrating but Jaxon could feel the changes in him. His intelligence remained at level 3, but his combat experience had been upgraded to level 2.

Jaxon could easily knock Flash down with one punch.

However, he was concerned that such a punch might be fatal.

He needed to hold back and control his strength.

Looking directly at Flash, Jaxon said, "Let's get started."

"I'll show you the difference in real power."

"Come on!"

Flash swung his fist toward Jaxon with all his might. It was a blow relying purely on strength, devoid of any technique.

Jaxon had hundreds of ways to block or counter such an attack.

After a brief hesitation, Jaxon decided to block it with pure strength.

The spectators saw Jaxon standing still and assumed he was frozen in fear.

Some had already imagined him with a bloody nose or missing teeth.

"Oh my god!"

"Is he frozen?"

"F-L-A-S-H, you're the strongest!"

"So brutal."

"I told you, he won't take a single punch."

Flash himself visualized knocking Jaxon down and basking in the cheers of victory.

"Stop!" Gwen shouted, but it was too late.

She never expected Jaxon to be so foolish as to stand still.

Flash's fist came closer, almost at Jaxon's face.

Jaxon finally moved, tilting his head slightly.

In an instant, his left hand shot out and grabbed Flash's fist!

Shock!

Silence!

The loud cheers of the crowd turned into stunned silence as they witnessed the unbelievable scene.

"How is that possible?"

"Flash's punch was caught?"

"Impossible! I saw how fast and powerful that punch was."

"What just happened? This is insane."

"Oh my god!"

Flash, too, was in disbelief. While he hadn't used his full strength, he had put 80% of it behind that punch.

Yet, Jaxon caught it effortlessly.

It felt to Flash as though his fist had been trapped in a machine, unable to budge.

What shocked him more was that Jaxon hadn't even moved under the impact.

"In terms of strength, you're no match for me."

While Flash was still processing this, Jaxon exerted force and pulled him forward.

Caught off guard, Flash stumbled, losing his balance.

Jaxon unleashed a barrage of punches, his fists turning into blurs as they pounded Flash's body.

He targeted Flash's torso, elbows, and underarms before finally grabbing Flash's arm and slamming him into the ground with a shoulder throw.

The series of moves were smooth and graceful, almost effortless.

The spectators were left dumbstruck. The school bully Flash had been defeated so easily.

Even though Flash stood taller than Jaxon, anyone watching could see the two weren't even in the same league.

In Jaxon's hands, Flash was like a large toy—completely helpless.

"Wow, that was incredible!"

"This guy from the East actually beat Flash."

"Amazing, Jaxon! Unbelievable!"

Gwen's beautiful eyes flashed with disbelief, "He really did it. He beat Flash!"

Peter Parker, shocked and a bit envious, thought to himself, 'If only I could be as strong as Jaxon. Then Flash wouldn't be able to bully me anymore, and I could finally talk to Mary Jane.'

Ned, Peter's friend, couldn't help but mutter in awe, "That must be some kind of Eastern Kung Fu!"

Betty, excited like a fangirl, exclaimed, "Jaxon is so cool, just like an action star from the movies. He's my idol!"

Liz, standing nearby, rolled her eyes, "Betty, calm down, seriously!"

"Oh, come on, Liz! Don't you think Jaxon's handsome?"

"He's handsome, sure, but not my type."

Mary Jane also saw the outcome. Flash was knocked down.

"Maybe Jaxon can help me get rid of Flash once and for all."

But it wasn't over yet. Jaxon stood over Flash, looking down at him.

"Flash, tell me, who's lying on the ground now?"

"Remember, Easterners aren't weak or inferior!"

"You still owe me—and all of us—a sincere apology."

Flash was humiliated and furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He tried to move his arms but found he had no strength left.

He had lost. Completely.

"What's the matter? Can't admit you've been beaten? Can't even apologize?"

"You rely on your strength to bully others. You're no man—you're a coward!"

Although Flash had lost, he still wasn't ready to concede.

"It seems you're not convinced yet. I guess I'll have to show you again."

Before Flash could react, Jaxon grabbed his arm. With two quick movements and a slight twist, he dislocated Flash's shoulder.

"Ahhh!"

Flash screamed in pain as it radiated through his entire body.

His arm was clearly dislocated.

"What did you do to me?!"

"I need a hospital!"

The crowd gasped in shock.

Jaxon wasn't someone to mess with. He was ruthless.

"Please, no more!" One spectator exclaimed.

"Never mess with him again!"

"Is Flash's arm broken?"

"Jaxon's a monster!"

Flash, overwhelmed by the pain, finally realized Jaxon wasn't someone to be trifled with.

Even though he hated Jaxon, Flash knew he had no choice but to focus on healing.

"I lost."

"And what about that apology?"

Flash gritted his teeth and muttered, "I'm sorry."

"Quietly? When you were taunting me, your voice was much louder."

Flash, swallowing his pride, shouted, "I'm sorry!"

"I accept your apology."

Jaxon moved swiftly, grabbing Flash's dislocated arm.

Flash braced for another attack, but to his surprise, Jaxon popped his arm back into place as if handling a toy.

"What the...?"

Flash looked at his now-functional arm in disbelief.