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The principal's gaze sharpened, his fists clenched tightly as he roared angrily and lunged once more at James. His steps were steady yet swift, his body feeling particularly heavy under the drenching rain. However, every muscle in him was taut, and his fists swung like cannonballs towards James's face and chest. Each punch carried the fury of vengeance and the determination to destroy, with rainwater mingling with blood splattering from his fists, creating a chilling wind of punches that carried a lethal intent.
James wore a cold smirk on his face, raising his hands slightly to position them in front of his chest. He skillfully moved with the principal's attacks, swaying his body from side to side to evade the principal's heavy blows. His feet danced lightly yet steadily, deftly dodging the principal's fists. The principal's punches repeatedly missed their mark, as James's figure seemed to flicker away at the last moment, allowing the principal's fists to graze past him without landing a solid hit.
As the principal's offensive began to be restrained by James's evasive maneuvers, what had initially been a fierce barrage of attacks turned into sporadic strikes, the rhythm gradually disrupted. The principal swung again at James's side, but James cleverly tilted his head to avoid it, then lowered his body and shifted rightward, causing the principal's center of gravity to shift as well.
Just as the principal attempted to regain his balance, James seized upon this fleeting opening. He lowered himself forward sharply, launching himself like a dart towards the principal, concentrating all his weight on his right shoulder. In an instant, he closed in on the principal and drove his shoulder down hard into the principal's abdomen.
"Bang!" The shoulder collided with the principal's midsection, delivering a force akin to a boulder crashing down, completely shattering the principal’s balance. The principal felt a crushing blow to his abdomen; the intense pain caused him to lose control of his body entirely as he toppled backward, his feet lifted off the ground by this overwhelming force before he crashed heavily onto the ground.
The back of the principal slammed against the slick surface, rainwater and blood splattering everywhere. The mud clung to him, preventing him from rising quickly. James’s gaze was icy as he advanced without hesitation, stepping forward and driving his knee forcefully into the principal’s abdomen while firmly pinning both of the principal’s shoulders down with his hands. The strength was so great it felt like iron pincers holding him in place.
The principal struggled desperately, trying to break free from James’s hold. He pushed with all his might and kicked with his legs in an attempt to escape this heavy pressure. Yet James focused all his strength on maintaining control; his arm muscles were taut as he pressed down hard on the principal’s shoulders, rendering every attempt at escape futile.
Kneeling on top of the principal’s abdomen, James’s eyes glinted with madness as a satisfied smile spread across his face. His fists rained down like a storm, striking with fierce power towards the principal’s face and side. Each punch carried immense weight and was intensified by gravity, creating a suffocating scene filled with blood and rainwater splattering around them.
The principal barely managed to raise his arms to shield his face; they trembled as he tried to withstand James’s onslaught. However, being in such a dominant position allowed James to press down heavily on him, making it impossible for him to fully escape. Whenever the principal managed to block a few punches, James would strike again from different angles—aiming for his forehead or nose or targeting his cheekbones and chin—causing the principal’s defenses to gradually crumble.
The principal's arms grew numb; each punch that he blocked sent shockwaves of pain through them as if they were being torn apart. His vision blurred from blood and rainwater; blood trickled down his cheeks along with rainwater, making each breath feel labored and frantic. He attempted to twist his body violently in an effort to break free from James’s grip; however, James’s knee pressed down like lead against his abdomen, leaving him nearly immobile.
If he were a trained fighter, perhaps he could find an opportunity for counterattack even in such a disadvantageous position—using skill to escape from being pinned down and regain control. But the principal lacked such training; his struggles appeared clumsy and futile. Every attempt to twist or move was easily thwarted by James, leaving him trapped once more in this helpless predicament.
James maintained firm control over the principal’s abdomen with his knee pressing down heavily while wearing a cruel smile on his face. With a roar, he unleashed another flurry of punches that fell like a torrential storm—relentless and filled with malice and disdain—as if this brutal beating was truly what he sought. Each punch landed with suffocating force accompanied by sharp wind sounds that intensified under gravity’s pull—striking mercilessly against the principal’s face and arms.
The principal could only raise his hands in a futile attempt to shield himself from James's relentless assault. At first, he managed to hold his ground, his arms straining to block James's punches, but each blow landed like a hammer, sending jolts of pain through his limbs. His muscles began to twitch from the impact, and he gradually found it impossible to withstand the barrage of violence. James's fists found gaps with agile precision, striking the principal's face, side of the head, and shoulders from various angles, leaving him unable to defend himself.
James's fist came crashing down towards the principal's forehead, accompanied by a dull thud that left the principal dizzy and his vision blurred, his mind filled with a painful echo. Gritting his teeth, he tried once more to raise his hands to protect his face, but James's fists offered no respite, swiftly changing direction and slamming into his cheekbone. A sharp pain radiated from the impact site, rendering his entire face numb, followed by a wave of intense stinging and the metallic taste of blood filling his nostrils.
"Is that all you've got, Principal?" James laughed maniacally, cold mockery gleaming in his eyes. His fist came down again, this time landing squarely on the principal's jaw. The principal felt a searing pain shoot through his lower jaw as if his bones had shattered; his head involuntarily tilted to one side, and once again his vision blurred while his breathing became rapid and shallow. Rain mixed with blood streamed down his cheeks, chillingly filling his mouth with a taste reminiscent of rusted iron that made him feel nauseous.
Desperate to fight back, the principal attempted to push James away with all his might, trying to escape the oppressive hold. Yet his arms were numb and weak, offering little resistance. James showed no signs of mercy; he pressed his knee into the principal's abdomen, pinning him firmly to the ground as if shackled by chains that restrained all movement. Each struggle felt futile as he floundered in the muck of blood and dirt that clung to him; every push was ineffective against James’s relentless grip.
"Is that all you can do?" James's voice turned low and cold, like a hunter confident of victory. His smile grew increasingly cruel as endless mockery flickered in his eyes. Raising his fist once more with an air of arrogance, he brought it down heavily onto the principal's chest. The dull impact resonated with a faint crack from within the principal’s ribcage, causing his consciousness to blur as he collapsed helplessly to the ground.
A flicker of fear and helplessness crossed the principal’s eyes, yet he clenched his jaw tightly in an attempt to maintain a semblance of defiance. However, James looked down at him coldly as if seeing through all of his struggles. His fists continued their merciless descent, fueled by rage and delight as they pounded relentlessly against the principal’s already bloodied face.
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