"Damn, they're pying dirty!"

  "F**k you! Dalton isn't even close to our css leader's level."

  "You're the oalking shit! 't you see Dalton's going easy on Julian?"

  "Css leader if you are under any threat, just blink. We don't care if he's from the Walker family! If it es down to it, the whole css will stand together."

  The sight of Dalton's defeat left the Fighting css 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 cssmates shouting behind him, Dalto embarrassed. It wasn't that he let Julian win—Julian had beaten him fair and square.

  Now he uood why Julian had been so fident about giving him three free moves.

  "If any of you are still not vinced, stand up"

  Julian said as he walked past Dalton, who was still lost in thought. He poi the four loudest fighters from the Fighting css.

  "Stop yelling from the sidelines. If you've got the guts, I'll let all four of you e 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 exged looks, then stood up, ready to face him.

  "Watch out for his speed," Dalton warhem.

  "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 css right now. There's finally a ce 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 st five minutes without us beating you, you win."

  "Alright"

  Julian agreed, briefly gng at the man who'd suggested this shameless time limit.

  "Then I will start," Julian announced.

  "Bring it"

  The man respohinking Julian was too naive fiving a heads-up before attag. But his fidence was short-lived.

  "Swish~"

  In a fsh, 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 colrs of two others. Before they could react, their heads collided with a siing "thud," and they colpsed in a heap.

  The st 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—

  *Sp!*

  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 ma out a pitiful scream, but Julian quickly shut him up with another hard sp, knog him out cold, his teeth scattering across the ground.

  Just like that, all four were down.

  Julian turo the rest of the Fighting css, 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 babsp;

  As for the four challengers, two were unscious with swollen foreheads, one was clutg his stomach, uo move, and the st one had a face swollen like a pig's, missing a few teeth.

  "Anyone else?" Julian asked.

  The Fighting css shook their heads in perfeison. Some even looked at Julian with fear in their eyes.

  They wao live, and they wao do so with their dignity intact.

  Julian then g the other csses who had gathered to watch the spectacle.

  Fire Css: "We were just passing by."

  Flying Css: "We want to fly higher."

  Steel Css: "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 Julia?

  "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, ohing was clear—Julian's fighting ability was on another level. Daltohat Julian's rea time, speed, and strength were far beyond his own.

  The basiartial arts are rea time, speed, and strength. Mastering martial arts is about harmonizing these elements and stantly refining them.

  If someone excels ihree aspects, they 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 dition, having Mega Pallet Town Physique, was already superhuman. Evero martial artist in the world wouldn't be able to match him.

  The old saying "speed is uable" 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 bee a grandmaster.

  The special css was left ihey 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 fided in Hugo but not him.

  "When we fought, he knocked me out. He was over 200 meters away and reached me ihan ten seds. Don't you know what that means?" Hugo replied.

  "Damn! Brother Walker could win the Olympiedal with that kind of speed!" Luis excimed in disbelief.

  Hugo: ??¤?!