Chapter 556 James's Arrogance Returns
"What?"
"Did I hear that right? Delbert is dead? And he was killed by this young man here?"
"Is that for real? No way!"
"I think he's just bragging. Who is Delbert? He's a top-tier martial artist at the third stage, a master swordsman. Even Theron Caudill isn't his match and has to take his classes. Such a powerful person was killed by someone not even thirty?"
"It must be fake. I don't believe it!"
Most of trainees thought it was fake and expressed their doubts.
It wasn't that they didn't believe Rolf, but the story sounded unbelievable. Delbert was their instructor, and they knew how skilled he was. Almost everyone admired Delbert. As for James, he looked too young, just a white-collar worker, not someone who seemed like a master.
So, they mostly thought this was a test from Rolf, though they couldn't figure out the purpose.
At this moment, a voice came from the rooftop opposite, "What he said is true. Mr. Loomis was indeed killed by him."
Everyone turned to look back. James had already noticed the person and wasn't surprised at all.
As the voice fell, the person leaped from the eighth floor, forming a parabolic arc, and jumped towards James.
To ordinary people, this action would seem like suicide!
But no one was worried. They were used to such scenes, just like ordinary people jumping down a single step, nothing would happen.
The person landed heavily in front of James, kicking up a cloud of dust.
This was a martial artist at the third stage.
"Theron."
"Theron!"
"Hello, Theron."
Many individuals greeted this person, their tones filled with admiration and respect.
James looked calmly at Theron, who was about thirty-five years old, with a strong build and sharp eyes. He was at the mid-level of the third stage, slightly inferior to Delbert.
"You're strong, able to kill Delbert with your bare hands. Nice to meet you, I'm Theron Caudill, an agent with the National Security Agency." Theron extended his hand towards James.
"I'm James Smith, your new instructor." James nodded and shook his hand. As soon as they clasped hands, he felt a tremendous force from Theron, clearly trying to embarrass him.
To be fair, Theron's grip was indeed strong, probably enough to crush iron.
If it were anyone else, their hand would have been crushed.
Unfortunately for him, he was dealing with James, a fourth-stage martial artist, whose grip was much stronger.
James didn't retaliate against the force; he just smiled and matched Theron's strength. "Theron, you have quite a grip."
Theron also smiled, "You're not bad yourself."
Others were surprised to see James matching Theron's grip. They knew how strong Theron's grip was, almost monstrous. In the entire National Security Agency, no one could compare to Theron!
But James could match Theron and it seemed like James was even more at ease.
Seeing James still chatting and laughing, Theron's pride flared up. He exerted more force, his hand making a sound like metal clashing, indicating the immense strength he was using.
However, James was unaffected. He said it was interesting, then began to exert force, lifting Theron off the ground by his hand!
Theron tried to exert more force but found his feet dangling, his whole body lifted. His face finally showed surprise.
The most terrifying part was that he realized he couldn't control his body. James had taken control by gripping his wrist joint.
This indicated that James's martial arts were at least a whole level above his!
Others were equally astonished by this scene.
Rolf squinted slightly, showing a meaningful smile. He hadn't misjudged; James was indeed powerful. Even if he himself were to fight, he might not be a match for James.
James didn't embarrass Theron further. He let him down and released his hand, smiling, "Your martial arts are good, third-stage level, but your technique is off, not maximizing your strength. Also, you had a severe abdominal injury three years ago that hasn't fully healed. Without proper treatment, you won't make any progress."
Theron trembled slightly, his face turning pale.
This incident made everyone more wary of James, no longer underestimating him.
However, they were still clearly unconvinced and even hostile.
James had killed Delbert, making him their enemy in a sense. After all, Delbert had been their instructor for some time, and they had some feelings for him.
James noticed this and said directly, "I know you don't respect me, you resent me, think I'm too young to be your instructor. Frankly, if Mr. Tackett hadn't asked me, I wouldn't care for this position. To outsiders, the National Security Agency seems impressive, but to me, it's nothing."
James's words immediately stirred their already agitated emotions, and they glared at him angrily.
Facing their anger, James didn't blink and continued, "I'm a straightforward person. I'm taking the position of National Security Agency instructor. If any of you are not convinced, you can challenge me."
With a mocking expression, James added, "You all seem so weak, I won't bully you. You can come at me together, use any weapons. If you can beat me, you win, and you can do whatever you want with me. But if you can't, then you're trash! Trash needs to be dealt with! From now on, you listen to me. If I tell you to go east, you go east. If I tell you to go west, you go west. If I tell you to eat shit, you eat shit!"
His words completely ignited the anger of these elite personnel.
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