Chapter 368 James, You Are No Match for Francis
James was a calm and collected guy, and Coralie's disdain was just a minor blip to him, not even worth a second thought.
After getting home and finishing breakfast, he checked on Clifford and then grabbed his phone to call Ruby and the others.
Tonight, he planned to finally put an end to the fragmented state of the Glowing Oasis Mystic Alliance.
Last night at the bar, James held back from taking action against Milo. He didn't want to complicate things further and make it harder for Ruby and the others to consolidate their efforts.
After all, key figures like Crazy Bear weren't with Milo last night, so it wasn't possible to take them all out at once like he did with Chris and Soren.
If Milo were to die, his loyal followers would scatter and form their own factions, making it even harder to clean up.
But tonight, Milo's faction would be gathered in full force, making it easier to either subdue them or wipe them out entirely.
James spent the day resting, and as evening approached, he drove towards the Glowing Oasis Peace Arena, urged on by Milo.
An hour later, James arrived at the outskirts of the arena.
The area was heavily surveilled, with fifty personnel from both sides meticulously inspecting the arena and verifying everyone's identity.
Only the fighters and the enforcement team were allowed to enter with weapons, to prevent large-scale bloodshed.
After passing through several checkpoints, James walked along a narrow passage for three minutes at a leisurely pace.
He then heard faint sounds of cursing, applause, and whistles, a mix of noises that made the atmosphere particularly eerie.
His blood began to boil uncontrollably.
After another minute of walking, James saw a reinforced steel door guarded by eight enforcement officers, all armed and vigilant.
"Open the door!" he commanded.
The officers glanced at James, verified his identity as a fighter, and then exchanged looks before letting him through.
James smiled as he stepped through the final door.
His eyes were momentarily stung by the sudden brightness as he entered.
The outside lighting was dim, and the passage was deep, but stepping through this door felt like entering a giant arena in broad daylight.
Inside was a small stadium with over five hundred men and women, all shouting and cheering with heightened emotions.
The chaotic noise was so loud it made his eardrums tremble.
In the center of the arena was a massive magnetic ring, surrounded by various cold weapons like knives, swords, axes, and saws.
At that moment, two people were fighting on the ring, with swords flashing and shouts of battle echoing.
James looked over and saw a man in green fighting against Francis.
The fight was intense, gripping many hearts and drawing everyone's attention.
Compared to Ruby and her group's calm demeanor, Milo's side was more tense, clearly having been ravaged by Francis in several matches.
Countless female disciples looked at Francis with both fear and fervor.
But James didn't watch the fight. In the current state, few among the younger generation of the Mystic Alliance could rival Francis.
Moreover, Francis was using the opponent for practice; otherwise, the man in green would have lost already.
James's gaze fell on the VIP area ahead. On the right side were Ruby and Nathaniel's group, and on the left were Milo and his followers.
Both sides had two to three hundred disciples behind them, all exuding a strong presence despite being unarmed, indicating that tonight would definitely have a resolution.
James also spotted Seraphina, Cressida, and Vincent among them.
Seraphina was dressed in chiffon, wearing a short skirt and crystal sandals, her exposed long legs looking extremely alluring under the lights.
She attracted countless stares, but no one dared to approach her, knowing she was Milo's daughter.
"James!" As James was about to look away, Seraphina spotted him and walked over, her expression shifting slightly.
"You actually showed up." Seraphina was exasperated. "Are you really here to get yourself killed? Do you want to make Kaitlyn sad?"
Before she even got close, a wave of fragrant heat enveloped him, easily causing one's mind to waver.
Cressida and the others also approached, looking down their noses at James.
James smiled faintly. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm not here to die tonight."
"The opponent is too strong. Just Francis alone easily defeated seven of us."
Seraphina's eyes were cold. "Don't throw your life away."
James nodded. "I saw Francis's strength."
"And you still want to fight?" Seraphina's eyebrows furrowed. "I know you're strong, but you're really no match for Francis."
"The ring fight is not as simple as you think." Cressida, dressed in Givenchy, shook her Longines watch and sneered.
"Seraphina, don't waste your breath. He's already blinded by money and won't back down."
"Unlike Samuel, whose life is cheap and would only be worth eighty thousand dollars if he got hit by a car."
She looked down on James risking his life. "With a billion dollars on the line, of course, he'd go all in."
Vincent also mocked James, "A billion dollars might not mean much to us, but to him, he'd risk not just his own life but his entire family's lives without hesitation."
"After all, if he wins by chance, a billion dollars could bring glory to his family."
Last night, James's rampage saved Vincent and the others but also made Vincent lose face, making him uncomfortable.
Especially thinking that James waited for him to make a fool of himself before heroically saving the day, Vincent felt targeted and retaliated.
Several pretty girls also looked at James with disdain.
To them, people who risked their lives for money were beneath them.
They even tightened their clothes, not wanting to expose themselves to James, as they considered themselves out of his league.
James looked at them and spoke calmly, "Are you done? If so, make way."
Thinking of James dying in the ring, Seraphina felt a bit of pity and made a final effort.
"James, don't be reckless. Francis's strength is not something you can contend with."
"Really, you're not his match."
Seraphina had watched seven matches, and Francis's dominance, like his sword, had shocked her.
James glanced at the ring and smiled. "I have to give it a try. Enough talk, I need to go forward."
Hearing this, Seraphina stomped her foot in anger.
"James, I'm doing this for your own good, trying to save you."
James's stubbornness was quickly eroding her last bit of goodwill.
"Seraphina, enough. Just let him be." Cressida smirked and pulled Seraphina back. "Let's return to our seats."
Vincent and the others also looked at James with contempt, seeing him as someone who valued money over life.
This was the tragedy of small people, risking their lives for a billion dollars they could never realistically obtain.
They would never do such foolish things.
Pathetic, worthless.
"If something happens, don't blame me for not warning you."
As Seraphina turned, she shouted at James again, frustrated that he didn't appreciate her concern for Kaitlyn.
James didn't respond, just moved forward to watch the fight.
At that moment, the current match was coming to an end.
Francis flicked his right hand, his sword flashing and striking the green-clad man's ankle, causing him to scream and fall to the ground.
A large spray of blood erupted, splattering on the hard floor, the ring's surroundings, and even on Milo in the front row.
Another loss, and eight consecutive losses!
"Next match, Crazy Bear vs. Francis!"
Milo brought out his strongest card.
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