Chapter 620 The Epic Battle
Neil didn't hold back—when he moved, it was like a thunderstorm, unstoppable and overwhelming.
Everyone present was shocked by Neil's momentum. Some people with weak hearts even fainted on the spot.
By the time a martial artist hits the fourth stage, they're on a whole different level from regular folks. Unless you're packing serious firepower, no amount of people can take them down.
Neil going after James right then and there was pure swagger, a straight-up declaration that he had what it took to end James for good. He knew taking James out was the only way to shake off his own demons and finally step into the same league as his mentor, the legendary Sword God, on the Extreme Pathway!
But James had other things on his mind. The place was packed, and if things got out of hand, the collateral damage would be insane—way too many innocent people would get caught in the crossfire. That wasn't something James was willing to let happen.
When Neil came at him, James didn't back down. He just reached out and grabbed Neil's fist mid-air, the sheer force ripping his sleeve clean off.
Still, he held his ground, taking the hit.
Gotta admit, Neil had leveled up big time. James could feel the strain in his arm—this wasn't gonna be a walk in the park.
"Neil!" James said seriously, "I accept your challenge, but there are too many people here, and it would harm the innocent. I believe you don't want your clansmen to die by my hand either. Let's find a spacious place to fight."
"Alright!" Neil wasn't like Slayer—he wasn't heartless. Plus, his father and some of his clan were in the crowd. If things got messy, they'd be in danger too. Fighting in a wide-open space sounded way better.
As soon as the words left his mouth, both of them vanished. They moved so fast it was like they'd been wiped from existence—just a blur, and they were gone.
Two seconds later, the people still standing there heard a series of thunderous booms coming from the direction of the back mountain. Clearly, James and Neil had already thrown down.
"Hurry, let's go see, they're already fighting!"
"I didn't expect Neil to come back."
"Is this the peak of the fourth stage of a martial artist? It's too powerful! Are they even still considered human?"
"If the peak of the fourth stage is this fierce, what about the fifth stage, the legendary Extreme Pathway realm? How powerful would that be? Could even the military not kill them?"
"Definitely the strongest humans."
"So envious, if I could reach the Extreme Pathway realm, how awesome would that be? Such a life would be meaningful and exciting!"
"Yeah, suddenly feels like my life has been wasted."
Everyone was shocked and started discussing fervently.
Jennifer and Harmony, seeing James display such powerful strength for the first time, were completely overturned in their imagination. The person they used to look down on as a waste was actually this powerful!
It felt incredible, like a dream.
Many members of the Smith family were excited and anxious. Neil's earlier display of momentum was too terrifying, and they worried James might not be able to defeat Neil.
After all, Neil had dominated the City of Mysteries for five years, a long time, and their recognition of Neil's strength was deeply ingrained.
Alistair asked Saxon, "Does James have a good chance of winning?"
Saxon, with a complex expression, said, "Hard to say, but from what I know of James, he wouldn't fight without confidence, nor would he hold such a high-profile handover ceremony tonight."
James was Saxon's son, someone he'd seen grow up right in front of him. He'd been the one to teach James everything he knew about fighting. But now? James had clearly outgrown just being a student—he was in a class of his own now.
Saxon felt a mix of pride and unease.With great power, comes great responsibility, and James was bound to face even more challenges.
Especially after hearing Neil drop that bombshell about Sword God being his mentor. If James ended up taking Neil out, and Sword God decided to come knocking for payback, things could get messy—real messy.
At this moment, everyone's thoughts were active, thinking different things.
But they all ran out in unison to watch this epic battle!
The Smith family's estate sprawled across an entire mountain, and the backside of it—a wide-open space dotted with trees and massive boulders—made for the perfect battleground.
Since it was nighttime, visibility wasn't great, so the Smiths flipped on the floodlights, determined not to miss a single moment of the action.
Even with the lights, though, James and Neil were moving so fast they were practically blurs. No one could make out who was winning. All they could hear were the relentless thuds of fists connecting with flesh, the splintering of decades-old trees, and the occasional boulder hurtling through the air, smashing into the Smith estate and leaving gaping holes. If it weren't for the martial artists present, someone would've been flattened by now.
The two figures darted and clashed like something out of a sci-fi blockbuster, putting every fight scene in any movie to shame. This wasn't just martial arts—it was borderline otherworldly.
How could anyone fight like this? It was beyond anything ordinary people could even imagine.
It completely rewired everyone's idea of what humans were capable of, showing just how far the limits could be pushed.
As for James, he felt the pressure. Neil's fighting style was no joke—fluid, unpredictable, shifting from smooth and controlled to wild and aggressive in a heartbeat.
Compared to their last encounter, Neil had leveled up big time. It was clear Sword God had been coaching him—James could see the old master's influence in every move.
And then there were those flashes of the Extreme Pathway realm.
"James! Do you only know how to dodge? If you have the guts, fight me head-on!" Neil kept attacking, finding James always dodging, and he became anxious.
James didn't respond, still dodging. It seemed he was at a disadvantage now.
The battle dragged on for what felt like forever—close to an hour. The once-pristine back mountain, sprawling across hundreds of acres, now looked like a war zone. It was as if a meteor had crashed into it, leaving nothing but chaos and destruction. Trees were stripped bare, the ground littered with craters and debris.
By now, both of them were a mess. Their shoes were shredded, leaving them barefoot, and their clothes hung in tatters, making them look like they'd just crawled out of a dumpster.
But their momentum did not diminish at all.
Suddenly, James felt something. He looked up and murmured, "It's snowing."
Yes, at this moment, snowflakes suddenly started falling from the sky, landing on the ground, and on this mountain.
Suddenly, Neil felt something, his eyebrows twitching, a bad premonition in his heart. He dodged to the left as fast as he could, but unfortunately, he was still a step too slow.
James made his move, a sweeping kick, extremely fast. Even Neil didn't know how he kicked, how there was no sign at all.
Like a TNT explosion, almost instantly, James's kick hit Neil.
Neil let out a scream, his whole body flying backward, spitting blood in the air, drawing a beautiful parabola, and falling among the crowd, in front of Tomas.
"You lost." James quickly appeared in front of Neil, looking at him with pity.
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