Chapter 599 You Lost
"Big talker!" Sidney growled, his voice dripping with disdain. Then he came at James harder, faster, and meaner.
His moves were bold and explosive, every punch and kick radiating raw power. James could feel the pressure building—Sidney wasn't just strong, he was focused. More than Neil, even. This guy was the real deal, a martial arts prodigy and easily the toughest opponent James had ever faced.
So this was last year's Army King? Not bad. Not bad at all.
But that's where it ended. Sidney was good, but he wasn't on James's level.
James didn't go all out. Instead, he played defense, using the fight as a teaching moment for the trainees. Watching this level of combat was a masterclass they'd never forget.
"Look, Sidney's martial arts spirit is all about aggression. His style's bold, his moves are heavy, and he's got that cocky, intense energy. Every punch, every kick—it's all about demolishing his opponent. That's how he sees martial arts, blending his personality into his fighting spirit, and it shapes who he is," James explained, calm as ever.
His voice wasn't loud or rushed, but it carried, cutting through the chaos. Even in the heat of the fight with Sidney, he didn't break a sweat, staying cool and collected.
This meant that his strength was clearly a level above Sidney's!
Sidney's expression darkened. He was already giving it eighty percent, and still, nothing. Even his own instructor couldn't keep up with him, but James? The guy was like trying to grab smoke—slippery and untouchable.
At first, Sidney didn't think much of James. For one, he had unshakable confidence in his own skills. For another, he knew James wasn't even thirty yet. Sure, James had taken down Delbert, but so what? Delbert might've had a rep on the outside, but to Sidney, he was small-time. No big deal. Taking James out should've been a cakewalk.
But now? James was proving to be way more than Sidney bargained for. The guy was holding his own—no, more than that. Sidney was starting to wonder if he was outmatched.
This was insane. Sidney was last year's Army King. He'd steamrolled the competition, no contest. For the past year, he'd been untouchable, the top dog in every sparring match. And now? Some random instructor from the National Security Agency was shutting him down?
Sidney was unwilling to accept this. He let out a primal roar and went all in, throwing everything he had at James. No more holding back—this was 100%, no mercy.
His speed, his power, his presence—it all cranked up a notch!
The air around them felt heavier, oppressive. Everyone nearby felt it. Their hearts raced, their breaths came short. The trainees who weren't even at the martial artist level were barely standing, clutching their chests, struggling just to keep it together.
This Sidney was really too strong!
But James, facing Sidney's outburst, remained as calm as ever, seemingly unaffected.
He continued, "Watch closely. My martial arts spirit is different from Sidney's."
Rolf and the others were stunned. They didn't expect James to withstand Sidney's full-strength attack so effortlessly, indicating that James's strength was clearly a notch above Sidney's.
"Oh my god, how did James become so powerful? Amazing, truly amazing!"
"Thank God James is on our side. Otherwise, we'd be toast in this year's competition."
Rolf's gaze was intense, a mix of determination and hope. "With James, we might actually take down that damn organization and make them pay for what they did to our brothers."
The other higher-ups shuddered, grief flashing across their faces before being replaced by a fierce, newfound hope.
Yeah, with someone like James, maybe they could really wipe that evil off the map.
Meanwhile, the fight between James and Sidney—both fourth-stage martial arts heavyweights—had turned the place into a war zone. The ground looked like it had been bulldozed by a giant excavator, debris scattered everywhere, and the once-solid concrete floor was now a spiderweb of cracks. It was a straight-up apocalyptic scene.
The thousand trainees had wisely backed off, keeping their distance. No one wanted to risk getting caught in the crossfire.
Even from afar, a few unlucky ones got nailed by flying chunks of concrete. Thankfully, no one got seriously hurt.
Sidney was getting more and more pissed as the fight dragged on. He'd thrown everything he had at James, but the guy just stood there, cool as a cucumber, barely breaking a sweat. It was slowly but surely crushing Sidney's over-the-top ego.
Then, out of nowhere, James shifted gears. He moved so fast Sidney didn't even have time to blink. From some crazy, impossible angle, James nailed him with a slap that sent Sidney flying. Sidney managed to pull off a slick backflip and land on his feet, but his face was pale, and there was a thin trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Yeah, Sidney was hurt.
And James was unscathed, his clothes still intact.
The difference in strength was evident.
"You lost," James said, his left hand behind his back, addressing Sidney.
Sidney's face was grim, his fists clenched. He was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He had indeed lost to James.
"Who is your master?" Sidney asked in a deep voice.
James replied, "Saxon."
"Saxon?" Sidney's brow furrowed. The name didn't ring any bells.
Truth was, James's skills came from his dad, Saxon. But Saxon wasn't some legendary fighter—he was only at the third stage of martial arts. Plus, he was the quiet type, more focused on handling family business than making a name for himself in the martial arts scene.
"My father," James added.
Sidney's expression changed several times. He cupped his hands to James and prepared to leave.
James said nothing, quietly watching Sidney leave.
James didn't want to explain anything. Offending the Lawson family was no big deal. This time, considering Sidney's contributions to the country, he spared his life. If Sidney dared to trouble him again, James wouldn't show mercy.
After Sidney left, the trainees slowly gathered around, expressing their admiration and respect for James without reservation.
James and Sidney's fight had truly opened their eyes!
James smiled slightly, announcing a break. The training ground was now in such a state that normal training was impossible.
James stayed at the National Security Agency for three days. Under his rigorous training, the soldiers made rapid progress, with many breaking through.
On the fourth day, as James was preparing to leave, Rolf found him and assigned him a task.
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