"Damn, they're playing dirty!"
"F**k you! Dalton isn't even close to our class leader's level."
"You're the one talking shit! Can't you see Dalton's going easy on Julian?"
"Class leader if you are under any threat, just blink. We don't care if he's from the Walker family! If it comes down to it, the whole class will stand together."
The sight of Dalton's defeat left the Fighting class in disbelief. One moment, Julian was standing five or six meters away, and in a blink, he charged forward, and Dalton was on the ground.
To them, it seemed like their leader, Dalton, was holding back. They thought he was too afraid of offending the Walker family to really fight.
Hearing his classmates shouting behind him, Dalton felt embarrassed. It wasn't that he let Julian win—Julian had beaten him fair and square.
Now he understood why Julian had been so confident about giving him three free moves.
"If any of you are still not convinced, stand up"
Julian said as he walked past Dalton, who was still lost in thought. He pointed at the four loudest fighters from the Fighting class.
"Stop yelling from the sidelines. If you've got the guts, I'll let all four of you come at me at once," Julian said with a calm, almost bored expression.
The four men, having been publicly challenged, couldn't back down now. They exchanged looks, then stood up, ready to face him.
"Watch out for his speed," Dalton warned them.
"Yeah, right. How fast could he be? Just because you're scared of the Walker family doesn't mean we are," one of them scoffed, clearly dismissing Dalton's caution.
If not for Dalton, he believed he'd be the leader of the Fighting class right now. There's finally a chance for him to show off his strength.
Seeing they weren't taking his warning seriously, Dalton gave up, stepping back to watch.
If these four lost to Julian together, the embarrassment would be more than they could handle.
"We're not going to bully you," one of them said smugly. "If you can last five minutes without us beating you, you win."
"Alright"
Julian agreed, briefly glancing at the man who'd suggested this shameless time limit.
"Then I will start," Julian announced.
"Bring it"
The man responded, thinking Julian was too naive for giving a heads-up before attacking. But his confidence was short-lived.
"Swish~"
In a flash, Julian closed the gap between them.
Before the man could even blink, Julian was already in front of him. A light punch to his stomach sent him crumpling to the ground, gasping for air like he'd been hit by a Geodude.
Julian wasted no time grabbing the collars of two others. Before they could react, their heads collided with a sickening "thud," and they collapsed in a heap.
The last man stood frozen, stunned by how quickly Julian had dispatched his friends. He didn't even realize Julian was standing right in front of him until—
*Slap!*
Julian's hand cracked across his face, waking him from his stupor.
"Your friends are already down. Don't just stand there," Julian taunted.
"Ahh..."
"Shut up"
The man let out a pitiful scream, but Julian quickly shut him up with another hard slap, knocking him out cold, his teeth scattering across the ground.
Just like that, all four were down.
Julian turned to the rest of the Fighting class, and anyone who met his gaze quickly looked away.
They realized now that Julian had beaten Dalton fair and square—it wasn't because Dalton had been holding back.
As for the four challengers, two were unconscious with swollen foreheads, one was clutching his stomach, unable to move, and the last one had a face swollen like a pig's, missing a few teeth.
"Anyone else?" Julian asked.
The Fighting class shook their heads in perfect unison. Some even looked at Julian with fear in their eyes.
They wanted to live, and they wanted to do so with their dignity intact.
Julian then glanced at the other classes who had gathered to watch the spectacle.
Fire Class: "We were just passing by."
Flying Class: "We want to fly higher."
Steel Class: "Big Brother!"
"Are you really trained in Bajiquan?" Dalton asked, walking up to Julian.
"Yeah, didn't you see?" Julian replied as a matter of course.
Dalton's face stiffened. 'See?' He hadn't seen Julian use any traditional Bajiquan moves at all! How was he supposed to tell if Julian knew it?
"I see now... Your moves are pretty sharp"
Dalton said, trying to maintain his serious tone.
Even though he wasn't sure whether Julian had really studied Bajiquan, one thing was clear—Julian's fighting ability was on another level. Dalton knew that Julian's reaction time, speed, and strength were far beyond his own.
The basics of martial arts are reaction time, speed, and strength. Mastering martial arts is about harmonizing these elements and constantly refining them.
If someone excels in these three aspects, they can dominate a fight, even without formal training.
"Yeah, I've been training for a while," Julian replied casually.
"A few days?"
Dalton asked in disbelief.
"Yup, learned from Shen for a few days. She said I am very talented in this area," Julian answered.
Julian's physical condition, having Mega Pallet Town Physique, was already superhuman. Even the strongest martial artist in the world wouldn't be able to match him.
The old saying "speed is unbeatable" was true, and Julian had both speed and strength on his side.
Unfortunately for him, in this Pokémon-dominated world, martial arts alone couldn't make someone like Julian a world champion. If they lived in a purely martial arts world, Julian would easily become a grandmaster.
The special class was left in awe. They thought of Julian as a fierce little guy, but they had no idea he was this strong.
"How did you know Brother Walker would win? Did he tell you?" Luis asked Hugo, clearly jealous. It seemed Julian had confided in Hugo but not him.
"When we fought, he knocked me out. He was over 200 meters away and reached me in less than ten seconds. Don't you know what that means?" Hugo replied.
"Damn! Brother Walker could win the Olympic gold medal with that kind of speed!" Luis exclaimed in disbelief.
Hu Yi: ??¤?!
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