Chapter 39 Stanley Cries from James' Attack
Silence.
The room suddenly fell into a hush.
Everyone gazed at him with peculiar expressions.
Elena, her face drained of color, quickly grabbed James, lowering her voice in panic as she spoke, "James, are you out of your mind? If you keep on speaking like this now, they'll really break your legs!"
Then she pulled James behind her and hastily said, "He speaks without thinking. You guys shouldn't stoop to his level."
Ernest and the others looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
"What did I just hear? He said surrendering is the lightest punishment for us?" Ernest snorted.
One of the guys remarked, "This guy is a fool, does he think he is one of the Avengers? Ernest, you're really pitiful, getting outsmarted by a fool; no wonder you're so angry."
Someone sneered, "I'm bloody laughing my head off; how the hell are there such grade-A morons in this day and age."
Another chimed in, "Who knows, maybe he's really skilled, like Captain America, haha."
Even Stanley found it amusing. He shook his head, realizing he had misjudged the situation. He initially thought that the reason for the opponent's composure was due to having someone formidable to back him up, but it turned out he was just a pure fool.
After the laughter, he grew impatient, waving his hand and demanding, "Alright, enough laughing, let's finish up and leave."
The burly man nodded and approached James. With a swift motion, he aimed a slap at James' face, his large hand covering James' entire face.
James remained motionless, seemingly stunned.
Just as the burly man's hand was about to strike him, James moved. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the slap, then swiftly reached out and jabbed a certain spot on the man's waist.
The burly man shuddered violently, as if in immense pain, screaming and writhing on the floor, foaming at the mouth, appearing to suffer a seizure.
The room quieted once more, but this time, there was no mockery; their eyes widened in confusion.
"What the hell, Tyler, what's going on?" Ernest exclaimed.
"It hurts so much... feels like being cut by a knife, it hurts so much..." Tyler's voice quivered.
Stanley stood up abruptly, his brows furrowed in with displeasure, his gaze turning cold. He said, "This kid is suspicious. Take him down together!"
The remaining two men received the order and, along with Ernest, formed a circle around James, their expressions fierce. Then, simultaneously, they launched an attack on James.
Their skills were formidable against anyone else, even those with training, they would likely win. Unfortunately for them, they were faced with James as their opponent and were destined for misfortune.
Facing their onslaught, James maintained a smile, not engaging in a direct line of confrontation. He moved with agility, weaving between the three men, striking certain pressure points on their bodies. Each strike caused them to collapse in pain, echoing Tyler's earlier reaction.
"Ouch, it hurts..." one of the men cried in pain.
"It's so painful..." another complained.
Seeing this scene, Stanley's face changed immediately. His pupils contracted, and he said in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you?"
Behind him, Elena stood in a daze, gazing at James' broad back, her heart racing once more, a warm sensation flowing through her body, involuntarily clenching her legs.
James didn't respond to Stanley. He walked up to Ernest, placed his right foot on Ernest's chest, leaned down, searched Ernest's pocket, retrieved the bank card, and handed it back to Elena.
James gently chided, "Elena, this is your hard-earned money, it shouldn't be given to scum like Ernest."
Elena's mouth hung open, looking somewhat dazed, clearly still in shock. She instinctively took the bank card while she asked, "James, how did you do that?"
"I studied medicine and know many weak points in the human body," James explained casually.
He then shifted his gaze back to Stanley, and said, "Your turn. Will you strike first, or should I?"
James wore a faint smile, his eyes devoid of humor, imposing immense pressure on Stanley.
However, Stanley was not afraid. He slowly took off his suit jacket, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a cruel smile, and replied, "I admit I underestimated you; I didn't expect you to be an expert. No wonder you dare to disregard me!"
He slowly walked over, and when he passed Ernest, he forcefully kicked him. Stanley scolded, "You useless bunch can't even handle one person, and I have to do it myself."
Ernest, on the receiving end of his boot, rolled his eyes back, the pain knocking him out cold.
By now, he'd made his way right up to James, cocking his head slightly with a deranged smile on his face that could make a child cry. Stanley said with bloodlust in his eyes, "Kid, you've managed to light my fuse and the fallout... it's gonna be nasty."
With those words, he struck.
His speed surpassed that of Tyler and the others; his strength was fiercer, and his moves were sharp and practiced. Even in a suit, one could sense the primal aggression emanating from him.
Elena immediately covered her mouth, her heart clenching in fear.
Stanley's movements were swift, but James was faster!
As Stanley moved to strike, James acted simultaneously, swiftly dodging to the side and jabbing his index finger at a pressure point on Stanley's body.
Instantly, Stanley's taut muscles relaxed, his expression shifting from fierce to pained, his body trembling intensely.
His endurance exceeded that of Tyler and the others; despite the intense pain, he didn't scream, continuing his attack on James.
"You're quite resilient," James complimented as he chuckled. He effortlessly twisted Stanley's fist, then jabbed at the same pressure point with more force.
Stanley's face flushed, his eyes bulging, his body trembling, struggling to stay upright. It was evident he was enduring the immense pain with great effort.
"You... damn... son of a... I'll... kill you!" Stanley managed through gritted teeth, the pain evident in his expression.
Stanley was a very brutal person, that's for sure. Despite enduring such intense pain, he didn't scream like Tyler and the others. He could even manage to keep his body steady.
"Well done, resolute. Here comes another jab," James announced as he smirked, tightening his fist and approaching Stanley once more. He aimed at the same pressure point on Stanley's waist and jabbed forcefully.
Even Elena, several meters away, heard a crack. Watching Stanley's expression, she felt a shiver down her spine.
"Ahh!!!" Stanley screamed.
This blow shattered Stanley's resolve, the pain overwhelming him. It was the most excruciating experience of his life.
With legs giving out, he collapsed to the ground, letting out a gut-wrenching scream akin to a tortured animal.
James didn't stop there. He sat on Stanley, aimed at the same pressure point, and jabbed again. He was determined to break his spirit and ensure he wouldn't dare return.
"Do you still dare to show off your might here again? Do you still dare?" James asked each time he prodded.
The remaining three men, cowering in a corner, watched in horror, their scalps tingling, bodies trembling. They even thought, 'Was this guy a demon?'
"I can't... I can't... Ugh... I truly can't bear it; it's painful, so very painful... Please, no more, ugh..." Stanley begged, once so full of arrogance, has surprisingly been reduced to tears.
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