Chapter 369 President Williams
"Let's get this started!"
With the host's command, Crazy Bear got up from beside Milo and made his way to the stage.
Sitting down, he didn't look all that intimidating, but the moment he stood up, it was like a wave of pressure hit everyone in the room.
Standing at nearly 6'6" and weighing 660 pounds, he had an undeniable presence.
As he walked towards the ring, each step echoed with a heavy thud, announcing his formidable presence.
Milo and his crew felt a surge of confidence.
Crazy Bear was their last hope, their belief in victory. Compared to the unimpressive James, Milo had way more faith in Crazy Bear's strength.
Even James showed a hint of interest in his eyes.
Soon, Crazy Bear stood on the stage, holding two axes, radiating an intimidating aura.
Francis remained expressionless, his eyes deep and piercing, like the winter sky, untouched by any speck of dust.
Crazy Bear suddenly let out a roar.
The sound drowned out all other noise, shaking the ground like a beast's howl.
The entire ring resonated, producing a tremor that made the host dizzy and almost fall against a pillar.
Several women, including Cressida, slid to the ground, their faces pale with fright.
Francis's clothes fluttered, and his hair lifted, but his grip on his sword remained steady.
Clearly, Crazy Bear intended to unsettle Francis's mind.
"Die—!" Crazy Bear roared again, his face contorted, eyes bloodshot.
The murderous intent, built from countless battles, surged towards Francis, forcing him to squint.
In that moment, Crazy Bear grabbed his axes and charged at Francis like a mad beast, the axes descending with the weight of a mountain.
His sheer size alone was enough to instill a sense of hopelessness.
Under the flashing lights, Crazy Bear's figure seemed even larger, like a mountain about to crush everything.
He swung his axes, cutting through dust and light, aiming directly at Francis.
The force behind the axes was like a volcanic eruption, pouring out with deadly intent.
Many believed that if those axes struck the ground, they could shatter the entire ring.
Crazy Bear!
This was Crazy Bear!
His axes could split mountains, shatter the earth, and tear through space!
Undoubtedly, Milo's top warrior.
To Vincent and Seraphina, Crazy Bear was worth a hundred Jameses.
Cressida couldn't help but scream, "Yes!"
At that moment, a flash of a sword pierced through.
Crazy Bear froze, his ferocity lingering, but his face turned ashen.
A black sword was embedded in his forehead, not too deep, not too shallow, but it decided the outcome.
The entire arena fell silent, deathly quiet!
Countless people were stunned.
Several elders from the Mystic Alliance took off their glasses, rubbing their eyes to confirm the result.
Milo was equally shocked, realizing he had still underestimated Francis, despite his high expectations.
Even if Milo himself fought Crazy Bear, it would take at least a hundred moves to win, yet Francis defeated him with only one strike.
It was infuriating.
The tide had turned, and Milo felt a deep sense of despair.
He was reluctant to submit to Ruby, knowing he was the most senior member of the Glowing Oasis Mystic Alliance, but now he had no choice.
"James, you're still here?"
As James watched Crazy Bear being carried away for treatment, Seraphina and her group appeared before him again.
They looked at him with a mix of surprise and concern.
"Francis has won nine matches in a row and defeated Crazy Bear with one strike. Didn't you see how strong he is?"
"If my dad gets impulsive and forces you to fight, you're done for."
"You're strong, but you're no match for Francis. You'll die by his sword."
Seraphina was genuinely angry. "Can't you see the gap between you and him?"
James's refusal to listen infuriated Seraphina. She couldn't understand why he would insist on fighting.
James smiled, "Do you think if I step up there, Francis will back down?"
"Still bragging? How could Kaitlyn ever like you? A little bit of skill and you're this arrogant!"
Seraphina's face turned red in anger. "The bloody truth is right in front of you, and you still can't see it?"
"James, you're really overestimating yourself."
Seraphina thought James was still fixated on the billion-dollar prize.
"Forget about the billion dollars. Just run. Don't risk your life for pride, or money."
"Compared to your life, nothing else matters. Is it because I spoke too harshly earlier and hurt your pride?"
"If that's the case, I'll apologize. Is that okay?"
Seraphina felt her patience wearing thin.
Vincent and Cressida sneered, thinking James was utterly clueless.
James looked at the ring and smiled, "You don't need to apologize."
"Then why are you still standing here?"
Seraphina glanced at the ring, seeing Francis taking a moment to rest with his eyes closed.
"Hurry up and leave. I'll take you out."
"How many times do I have to tell you how strong Francis is?"
"Enough bravado. Come with me."
She wanted James to understand that in critical moments, she was the one with the capability, and to repay the favor from last night.
James smiled faintly, "I haven't even stepped onto the stage yet."
"Mr. Murphy said you don't need to go up." A woman approached, looking at James coldly. "He knows the tide has turned and doesn't want you to die in vain."
The woman was also one of Milo's top students.
Seraphina grabbed James's hand. "Did you hear that? Everyone knows you're not a match for him. Forget about the billion dollars."
"Tell Mr. Murphy that for saying that, I'll let him live out his days in peace."
James smiled, then broke free from Seraphina's hand and walked towards the ring.
"James, what are you doing?"
"Are you really going to get yourself killed? Your opponent is Francis!"
"If you die, don't drag Seraphina and us down with you!"
Cressida and the others were dumbfounded, not expecting James to step into the ring despite the danger.
The woman shouted, "James, come back."
James walked towards the ring with a calm demeanor, hands behind his back.
"Ridiculous! Didn't I tell him to leave?"
Milo's face fell as he saw James stepping up. "Why is he still going up there?"
After losing nine times, he didn't want to lose a tenth.
"Who is this kid? Is he blind?"
"Didn't he see Francis dominating everyone?"
"Crazy Bear, such a powerful figure, was defeated by Francis with one strike. What does he think he can do?"
"Too arrogant, too ignorant."
The crowd buzzed with discussions, thinking James was walking to his death.
Crazy Bear struggled to say, "Kid, you're no match. Come back."
"James!" Seraphina stomped her foot in frustration.
How would she explain this to Kaitlyn?
Under countless incredulous gazes, James walked confidently, standing calmly in the ring.
He even approached Francis.
The ruthless Francis stepped back, giving James the center stage, which stunned Milo and Seraphina.
The next moment, James waved to the crowd.
"Hello, members of the Mystic Alliance."
Nathaniel stood up!
Mia stood up!
Ollie stood up!
Ruby stood up!
The four led their teams forward, kneeling on one knee and shouting in unison, "Greetings, President Williams!"
The overwhelming response swept through the arena.
Seraphina stood frozen, stunned. "James? President Williams?"
Seraphina felt like this was the biggest joke of her life.
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