Chapter 587 Finally Felt the Terror of James
James's counterattack was silent and subtle, appearing almost feeble, in stark contrast to Neil's powerful and vigorous assault. To the onlookers, it seemed inevitable that James would be overwhelmed by Neil's punch.
But the outcome was completely unexpected.
James's delayed palm strike landed on Neil's fist, astonishingly causing it to swell and redden instantly. Neil staggered, his feet sinking into the floor as he came to a sudden halt.
In their clash, it was clear that Neil had lost.
Neil felt as if his punch had been pressed down by a heavy boulder, making it impossible for him to lift his hand. For the first time, he felt an insurmountable challenge.
James's strength was far beyond Neil's imagination!
At this moment, he was indignant, firmly believing himself to be the foremost and unparalleled genius of the City of Mysteries.
At twenty-nine, just a few months shy of thirty, he was already at the peak of the fourth stage of martial arts, a genius among geniuses. Even in the harshest overseas environments, he had made a name for himself with his iron fists.
Now, it was unacceptable for Neil that he couldn't defeat James in the City of Mysteries.
Arrogant and conceited, Neil held an unwavering belief that he was the mightiest individual on earth. Deep down, he was certain that given a few more years, he would unquestionably rise to become the world's strongest, standing at the pinnacle of humanity.
Maurice was renowned in the City of Mysteries, on par with Neil, yet Neil had never regarded him as a worthy adversary, let alone James. This disdain stemmed from Neil's inherent arrogance.
Feeling James's strength, Neil's fighting spirit burned even hotter, like a volcano erupting. He wanted to use his iron fists to beat James to death!
His fighting spirit grew stronger and more intense.
Neil roared, "Come on!"
He then easily stepped forward, tearing up the floor tiles with a cracking sound. His body bent forward, turning into a powerful bow, and he lunged at James with unmatched ferocity.
His martial arts style was the opposite of his gentle and amiable appearance. In combat, he was extremely fierce, crushing any enemy in his path. This earned him the nickname "War Machine" overseas.
Even now, Neil looked down upon James, who was one level above him.
In the past, he had often defeated opponents above his level.
As an ordinary person, he had used his fighting skills and iron will to beat his opponents to death.
Even at the third stage of martial arts, he had defeated fourth-stage martial artist.
He was adept at challenging higher levels. Now, even though James was half a level higher, Neil didn't take him too seriously.
The floor tiles shattered, and the fragments flew at James's face like bullets. If James couldn't dodge, he would be seriously injured or even killed.
The speed was simply too extraordinary; had it been Maurice, he would have been utterly unable to escape.
But unfortunately for Neil, his opponent was James. James easily dodged the tiles, moving leisurely and unhurriedly, as if taking a casual stroll.
The last fist-sized tile flew straight at James's eye, but he flicked it with his finger, shattering it into powder.
At that moment, Neil's fist arrived, launching a storm of attacks on James.
Maurice, watching from behind, felt his scalp tingle and a deep sense of helplessness. He and Neil were good friends and had sparred many times. He always lost, but Neil never won easily, making Maurice naively believe their gap wasn't large. Now, it was clear Neil had been holding back.
"Well done." James laughed, his fighting spirit now fully ignited. Neil was the strongest opponent he had ever faced, even stronger than Rolf. And Neil, being young and vigorous with a domineering style, was no match for Rolf.
For James, it had been quite some time since he had engaged in a truly earnest battle, which vented his emergy.
Facing Neil's attack, James showed an excited expression. Instead of retreating, he chose to confront Neil head-on!
Someone scoffed, "James is really asking for it, daring to go head-to-head with Neil. Doesn't he know Neil's strongest asset is his physical prowess, making him unbeatable among his peers?"
"Just wait, James will be crying soon."
"I can't stand James. Let's see Neil teach him a lesson he'll never forget."
The destruction caused by James and Neil was immense. In just a few seconds, Cynthia's meticulously cultivated garden was in ruins, causing her great distress.
Lisa watched James and Neil fighting intensely, her expression complex and unreadable.
The commotion they caused was so great that anyone unaware might think a demolition crew had arrived.
The level of combat was thrilling to watch. They weren't worried about Neil losing, as he had always seemed invincible to them.
Only Maurice could vaguely see that Neil seemed to be at a disadvantage!
As the person involved, Neil was more shocked than anyone!
He alone knew how terrifying James was. Every punch and kick from James brought destruction comparable to high explosives. Even a sturdy house would be demolished. Yet, James remained unscathed, deflecting all of Neil's attacks. Each collision sent a paralyzing force through Neil's body.
The most terrifying part was that James seemed to be holding back, clearly at ease!
Neil couldn't help but marvel inwardly at the unmatched prowess of James, a prowess he knew he could never rival.
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