Chapter 437 What Are You Gonna Do?
Marshall charged at James, swinging his left fist with all his might.
The air whooshed around him, showing just how powerful his punch was.
Aurelia's eyes lit up with a fierce intensity. "Take him down, take that jerk out."
James clenched his jaw and dodged backward, just barely missing the punch.
The Life Gem was drained, so all James could do was defend himself against Marshall.
With that step back, Marshall's energy surged, and he lunged forward like a cannonball.
His action was too fast that Aurelia and her henchmen couldn't even see him clearly.
In a flash, Marshall moved like a ghost, closing in on James with speed and force.
Once he was close, he unleashed a barrage of punches, raining down like a storm.
The punches sliced through the air, making a series of sharp sounds.
Kaitlyn watched with worry as James kept retreating in big steps.
James moved like a leaf in the wind, swaying with Marshall's punches. Every time it looked like he couldn't dodge, he somehow managed to slip away.
Marshall's punches only brushed James' clothes, never landing a solid hit.
Even though he was worn out, James used his Wind and Cloud Steps to handle the onslaught.
Marshall threw another heavy punch, like a thunder.
"James, look out!" Kaitlyn screamed instinctively.
Bruce, having regained his consicious, tried to echo and move forward, but ended up collapsing, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Bruce, I'm okay."
Seeing Bruce wake up, James responded with relief, sidestepping to dodge Marshall's punch.
Marshall's punch hit a fish tank instead. The tank shattered, and the fish flopped to the ground.
Missing his target, Marshall's face darkened. He switched from punches to kicks, sweeping a leg at James.
This time, James didn't dodge. He kicked forward with his right foot, hitting Marshall's shin first.
A sharp crack echoed, and Marshall's shin throbbed with pain, his strength fading, and his balance slipping.
James moved in, aiming a punch at Marshall's chin.
Marshall instinctively blocked, his left hand meeting James' incoming fist. Their fists collided mid-air with a dull thud.
A surge of power shot through Marshall's palm, shaking his arm and body, forcing him back two steps.
James also stumbled back five or six steps. The difference in their stamina was too great.
Bruce panted heavily. "James, get out of here, run!"
James' counterattack left Aurelia stunned. She hadn't expected James to have any fight left in him. She then shouted loudly, "Mr. Banks, take him down!"
"Think you can run? How naive!" Marshall sneered, bending his body and springing off the ground with his legs.
He charged at James again, aiming a knife-hand strike at his head, the momentum terrifying.
Kaitlyn's heart skipped a beat. "James, be careful."
Bruce struggled to move forward. "James—"
Aurelia and her group watched with fiery eyes, a crazed look in them.
James dodged Marshall's knife-hand, then reached out to support his elbow.
At that moment, Aurelia smirked, grabbing Kaitlyn and slamming her against the railing again.
Caught off guard, Kaitlyn let out a scream of pain.
The scream barely left her lips before she bit it back, aware of Aurelia's cruel intentions.
Even though she tried to hold it in, it still got to James, making him flinch.
Sensing James' grip weakening, Marshall flipped his hands, grabbed James' wrists, and twisted his hips. A powerful force surged from his hips to his arms.
Marshall hurled James toward the Lee family's liquor cabinet with a decisive move.
James couldn't dodge in time. With a loud crash, dozens of bottles shattered as James slammed into them, crumpling to the floor.
Gritting his teeth, James forced himself back up.
Marshall didn't let up, cracking his neck as he moved in.
"James, get out of here!" Bruce shouted, rushing to grab Marshall's leg. "Run!"
Before he could finish, Marshall tossed Bruce aside and kicked him.
Bruce groaned, rolling off the sofa, blood streaming from his mouth and nose.
James clenched his fist. "Uncle Bruce!"
Bruce struggled to his feet, speaking with difficulty. "I'm okay, I'm okay, James, you gotta run."
James shook his head without hesitation. "I can't leave."
He was struggling against Marshall, but he still had a chance to escape. However, if he ran, Bruce's family would be doomed.
Bruce pounded the ground, crying. "James, you're being foolish. He'll kill you."
James exhaled deeply. "I'll do my best and leave the rest to fate. But no matter what, I won't abandon you."
"Don't worry, I'll send you all on your way together!" Marshall sneered, pushing off the ground and closing in like a monkey, aiming a kick at James's head.
James bent and tilted his head, Marshall's foot grazing his ear, leaving a wound.
Seeing James' face bleeding, Aurelia laughed, yanking Kaitlyn's hair and slapping her again.
The sound was sharp and loud.
"James, your sister-in-law is being bullied by me again." She taunted. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Kaitlyn held back her cries, tears welling up, not from pain but from her heart aching for James.
James hesitated, and Marshall seized the opportunity to throw another thunderous punch.
The punch was fast, fierce, and powerful. James couldn't dodge, so he crossed his arms to block.
Another loud crash, and James groaned, his body slamming into a coffee table.
The table shattered with a clang, leaving James covered in glass shards, his body battered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Kaitlyn screamed. "James!"
Tears filled her eyes. She never expected to become James' weakness.
She felt both joy and anger—joy that James cared for her, anger at her own helplessness.
Bruce struggled to kneel. "James, go."
James licked his lips. "Uncle Bruce, Kaitlyn, I'm fine."
"You're almost dead, and you say you're fine?" Marshall spoke coldly.
"You're quite skilled, probably at an intermediate level. At your peak, I might not be able to handle you. But you've wasted your energy on these useless people."
He slowly approached James. "That means you're destined to die tonight."
Bruce looked at James, his expression a mix of struggle and pain.