Chapter 466 Wylie Passed Out
That kind of feeling, they had never experienced before.
It was unbelievable; it was clearly nighttime, yet it felt like the glaring sun was shining overhead.
They couldn't help but close their eyes, their hearts filled with astonishment.
Actually, James's body didn't emit light, nor was he the sun. The reason everyone felt this way was purely because his level was so high that his aura created a storm in everyone's mental world, making them feel as if they were seeing the blazing sun.
This level was unheard of for everyone in the Smith family.
It turned out that his constant retreat earlier, seemingly unable to match Wylie, was just a facade he deliberately put on.
Elders like Trevor suddenly stood up, their faces drained of color, utterly shocked.
Even Alistair's expression changed. He knew that James would have made progress upon his return, but he didn't expect the progress to be this significant.
As for Wylie, who was directly involved, his feelings were the deepest. While others felt that James was like a rising sun, to him, it was a fireball exploding in front of him, engulfing him completely and shattering him to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, the change took only a second. James shifted from being passive and threw a punch from his abdomen. In Wylie's mental world, it was like a meteor descending from the sky. Even before it touched him, the heat from the meteor was enough to evaporate all the moisture in his body!
In that moment, Wylie lost the instinct to breathe, his very blood seemed to freeze, and his entire being transformed into a statue. His mind yearned to escape, yet his body, his limbs, failed to respond, as if ensnared by an invisible shackle.
In desperation, he could only muster all his strength, accompanied by a roar, channeling all his energy to its peak to take James's punch head-on.
Wylie had no other choice.
"Like an ant trying to stop a car." James sneered, and the next moment, his punch landed on Wylie's crossed arms. With a bang, Wylie was sent flying backward like a rag doll. His legs remained on the ground, but his entire body was pulled back by a tremendous force, retreating over 40 feet before stopping at the edge of the ring.
Wylie spat out a mouthful of blood, forming a mist in the air.
The next moment, Wylie's arms trembled violently, unable to lift. He collapsed to the ground in despair.
Everyone fell silent, dumbfounded.
Even those who once believed in James's victory were long entranced by the scene before them. They knew James was formidable, but they had never imagined he was this powerful. It was important to realize that the Wylie of today was not the same as the Wylie from five years ago. Now, Wylie held a respected position among the ranks of the strong in the City of Mysteries.
Yet now, in front of James, he had no power to fight back. How strong must James be?
They had thought James had been living in hardship for the past five years, his strength declining. But now, James's performance surprised completely all of them.
As for those who favored Wylie, their faces turned pale with fear, especially Caroline. She looked dazed, in disbelief. Then, her body began to tremble violently.
Why was this happening? Wasn't that little punk James supposed to be struggling outside and only came back because he couldn't survive? Wasn't his strength supposed to have declined significantly? Why was this happening?
Hadn't Wylie become much stronger than before? Why did he still lose to James?
This couldn't be real; it must be fake!
Trevor was also shocked. As a martial artist himself, he understood the level of strength James had just displayed.
His son Wylie was already considered strong, but in front of James, he was so easily defeated.
Actually, the most shocked was Wylie himself. He looked up at James with eyes full of fear and terror. He still couldn't believe it, couldn't understand why James was still so strong.
For the past five years, with the family's vast resources, he had been improving every day, already stepping into the third stage of martial artists. In the entire City of Mysteries, even nationwide, he was a top-tier existence. But why was there still such a huge gap between him and James?
Wylie refused to accept it; he could not accept it!
But now, he couldn't even lift his arms. That punch from James felt like a meteor crashing into his arms, and he could clearly feel the bones cracking inside!
Because of that punch, he was seriously injured. This meant that the gap between him and James was indeed enormous.
James clapped his hands and said, "You've made significant progress compared to five years ago; you have potential. In the future, maintain a calm disposition, avoid being so impetuous, and focus. You still have room for breakthroughs."
He was advising Wylie as an elder.
This attitude showed that he didn't see Wylie as a threat but rather as a junior, looking at him from an elder's perspective.
At this moment, no one found it inappropriate; it seemed so natural.
But for Wylie, it was unbearable. His heart was filled with frustration, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Then, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The scene fell into an eerie silence once again.
This moment was shocking for everyone.
In the five years that James had been gone, everyone had gotten used to Wylie's strength and gradually forgotten about James. But now, James had shown them his power.
Soon, everyone realized that the dynamics within the Smith family were about to change again, and the position of the family head's successor would be James's.
Alistair stepped forward and said, "Alright, that's enough for today. Trevor, take Wylie for treatment immediately."
Trevor's expressiom changed several times, but finally, he nodded, picked up Wylie, and quickly left.
"You were a bit too harsh; after all, he is still your brother," Alistair said to James.
James replied, "I held back. Wylie won't be seriously harmed; it won't affect him."
Alistair nodded, then looked at James for a few seconds, revealing a satisfied smile. "James, you've grown a lot. I'm proud of you."
Those who knew Alistair were aware that the family head was very strict and rarely used the word "proud." But now, he said it to James, which meant he was genuinely very pleased.
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