Chapter 73 Colorful Centipede
Boom, boom!
Without hesitation, Jim launched his attack, his momentum unstoppable. With each powerful step, the ground beneath him seemed to buckle, and his every move left deep footprints in its wake.
His fists—hard as steel—swirled through the air toward Alice with tremendous force. She had no choice but to retreat quickly, barely managing to avoid the crushing blows.
The crowd could only watch in awe. "Is this the power of a martial artist?" they whispered, their pupils narrowing in disbelief.
Even Leo, known as the Southern River King and backed by the King of Horizon, could not help but feel a sharp sting of humiliation. If not for his powerful patron, he would have already lost everything to Jim's overwhelming martial skill.
The power of a true martial artist was simply on another level.
But as the fight unfolded, one question gnawed at the minds of those watching: Why was the Shadow Pavilion assassin, Alice, helping them?
In a flash, the two were locked in combat, the air thick with tension. Jim moved like a relentless bull, each punch packed with raw power, while Alice danced around him like a shadow—swift, evasive, and far lighter on her feet.
The battle dragged on for more than ten rounds, and the fight seemed evenly matched, though not in the traditional sense. Jim's brute force versus Alice's speed and precision was a test of endurance.