Chapter 558 Invincible
James actually defeated the combined forces of four second-stage martial artists with just one hand. Such terrifying strength was something they had never seen before!
Not only them, but even the higher-ups were secretly shocked. They now had a clearer understanding of James's abilities and a deeper appreciation for Rolf's keen eyes.
Faced with James's challenge, they did not retreat. Instead, they became even more fired up.
They were not afraid of death and would not be easily defeated.
"Alright! I admit we underestimated you. You do have some skills." Theron, who had spoken earlier, stepped forward. His gaze towards James was now serious, no longer dismissive, but filled with caution and respect.
At the same time, his fighting spirit had not diminished. He shouted loudly, "Soldiers, since the new instructor said we should all go at once, let's not be shy. Let's see just how strong this new instructor really is!"
"Alright!"
"Alright!"
Theron's words were met with unanimous agreement. Their eyes burned with fierce determination as they surrounded James. Over a thousand elite personnel were about to attack all at once!
This scene made the higher-ups' eyebrows twitch and their hearts race uncontrollably.
It was too wild, too shocking. The National Security Agency had never encountered such a situation since its establishment.
Clio's heart was beating so fast it was frightening.
At this moment, James looked incredibly handsome and cool. It wasn't just a matter of one against a hundred, but one against a thousand!
And these were elite personnel of the National Security Agency, each one very brave, including two top-tier third-stage martial artists.
James, facing so many individuals alone, created a scene that would be forever etched in Clio's mind, never to be erased.
Clio had never seen such a fierce and domineering man in her life.
Rolf also frowned. He hadn't expected James to take on a thousand individuals alone.
Even if James was a fourth-stage martial artist, Rolf thought James couldn't handle it. The physical exertion alone would be astonishing!
Rolf himself was a top-tier fourth-stage martial artist, but he would never dare to fight a thousand individuals alone. Even fighting a hundred would exhaust him to death.
He knew James wanted to establish his authority, but he hadn't expected it to be in this way.
He had his doubts about James's immature behaviours.
James felt the pressure from the thousand individuals surrounding him, like a tidal wave coming from all directions, making it hard for him to breathe. The immense pressure made his muscles tense up.
However, James held on the immense pressure.
He felt his center of Inner Energy shifting, and his cells became excited and active, surging with fighting spirit from his chest!
James believed he was about to accomplish what others could not. He was a person who relished challenges, constantly pushing his limits through them.
He had a premonition that if he could withstand this wave of pressure, his strength would increase!
"Mr. Tackett, do you really want so many people to attack James?" A high-ranking National Security Agency official asked softly. It did seem a bit reckless.
Another high-ranking official followed, "Yes, it was no doubt that Mr. Smith is talented, but facing an attack from a thousand elite personnel, he might not be able to handle it. If Mr. Smith gets injured, it wouldn't be a good thing."
Clio moved her lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
Rolf looked at James in the field, not too worried, and smiled meaningfully, saying, "Why stop them? I think it's good for them to get familiar with each other."
Familiar? From their stance, it looked like they wanted to kill James!
The high-ranking officials were frustrated, unable to keep up with Rolf's thinking.
Rolf continued, "Watch closely. James is a once-in-a-century genius. His strategy and wisdom far exceed his peers. His actions are not reckless; he has his considerations."
After a pause, Rolf smiled again, "Who knows, maybe our thousand elite personnel are no match for James."
The high-ranking officials were skeptical. Even if James was a fourth-stage martial artist, he was still human, with limited stamina. Facing an attack from a thousand individuals, he would be exhausted!
At that moment, Theron made the first move. His actions were simple but powerful. After gathering his momentum to the peak, he took a step forward and punched towards James's chest with the speed of a bullet, seemingly breaking the air and making a sound. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of James.
James's response to Theron's attack was also simple. He countered with a punch. The clash of their fists created a burst of air that spread out, making their hair and clothes flutter.
The power of that punch was evident.
After the punch, Theron stepped back three steps, while James didn't move an inch, though the floor beneath him cracked.
Theron's attack was the signal for the others to start. They all began to attack James.
In an instant, James was surrounded by the crowd and fists from all directions. He was completely encircled, and any slight mistake could turn him into a pulp.
"That's right!" However, facing such immense pressure, James did not fear. Instead, he laughed and used both hands to fight back. His speed was terrifying, and every move was precise, as if calculated by a computer, with no flaws.
The sound of fists hitting flesh never stopped. He was like a racket, constantly hitting the incoming tennis balls to the ground. Around him, elite personnel fell one after another.
Of course, James didn't use lethal force. Most of them were ordinary people, and he was careful, only causing serious injuries, not fatal ones.
Finally, after half an hour of fighting, these elite personnel kept falling around James. James was drenched in sweat, covered in bruises, but still maintained his fighting strength!
Only half of the thousand elite personnel remained.
In other words, James had taken down at least five hundred elite personnelby himself!
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