Bully Lord

Part-167

"He'll probably ambush us somewhere else," Ryan said. "We need to be alert."

James nodded in agreement. "If he strikes now, at least we have backup," he replied, referring to their friends from the Judo Club.

They continued to wait, their nerves on edge. As the minutes ticked by, their anxiety grew. They were starting to think that Alex might have chickened out.

Just as they were about to give up, they heard a familiar voice. "Looking for me?"

They turned around to see Alex standing a few feet away, a smirk playing on his lips. Behind him, a group of his gang members loomed menacingly.

James and his friends exchanged glances. They had been caught off guard.

"Well, well, well," Alex said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who decided to show up."

James stepped forward, his voice steady. "We're here to talk," he said.

Alex laughed. "Oh, really?" he replied. "I thought you were here to fight."

Before James could respond, Alex raised his hand, signaling his gang to attack. A wave of bodies surged towards them, their fists raised.

As the gang members charged towards them, James stepped forward, his stance wide and stable. He activated his Crab Arms skill, his arms hardening and transforming into a formidable barrier. With a single movement, he blocked the punches of two gang members simultaneously, their fists bouncing off his hardened arms like rubber balls.

Before the attackers could recover, James launched a counterattack. With a swift uppercut, he sent one of the gang members flying backward. The other attacker, caught off guard, was left wide open. James followed up with a powerful thunderclap slap, the force of which sent the attacker crashing to the ground.

As the third attacker charged towards him, James activated his Sloth Vision, the world around him slowing to a crawl. Time seemed to stretch out, giving him precious seconds to analyze the situation and plan his next move.

With newfound clarity, James dodged the attacker's punch with ease. As the attacker stumbled forward, James grabbed his shoulder with a Bear Grip, his hands tightening around the man's flesh. The attacker cried out in pain, his knees buckling beneath him. He was forced to kneel on the ground, his strength sapped by James's powerful grip.

The other gang members, witnessing their comrade's defeat, hesitated. They were clearly intimidated by James's display of skill and power.

James seized the opportunity. He turned to Ryan and Sourov, who were also engaged in their own battles. "Let's call them," he shouted, his voice filled with determination.

Upon hearing James's call for help, Ryan quickly retreated a few meters and pulled out his phone. He had already drafted a message to his Judo Club friends, alerting them to the situation. With a quick press of the send button, the message was on its way.

Alex, sensing the urgency in Ryan's actions, frowned. He suspected that Ryan might be calling the teachers. But when Ryan sent the message, just one minute later, a wave of students from the Judo Club burst out of the school gates.