Bully Lord

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 determined to continue the fight. The intervention by Dwip had bought him precious moments to regain some strength and refocus.

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

Dwip didn’t hesitate. He knew that the fight was still far from over and that every second counted. He maintained a defensive stance, ready to counter 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 completely depleted.

Arad turned to 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 frustration grew at 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 needed to overcome.

As Arad charged towards Dwip, James saw an opportunity. The combined efforts of Dwip’s boxing and James’s combat 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 lapse in concentration. He knew that if he could land a clean hit, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle.

Arad, still reeling from Dwip’s punch and distracted by his new opponent, 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 under the relentless assault. James’s strikes were calculated, targeting Arad’s weak points 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 becoming 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, forcing him to constantly react and adapt. Meanwhile, James, despite his exhaustion, unleashed a barrage of strikes, each one more powerful than the last. His movements were a blur of speed and precision, his strikes calculated to exploit Arad’s vulnerabilities. The two fighters were a whirlwind of motion, their bodies a blur of color as they clashed in a brutal dance of violence. The air was thick with the sound of punches connecting, the grunts and groans of the fighters, and the occasional crash of bodies hitting the ground. It was a spectacle of raw power and determination, a testament to the human spirit in the face of adversity.