Bully Lord

Part-61

Sourov, surprised by James' sudden stillness, leaned in closer, a triumphant smirk twisting his features.  That was his mistake.  With a speed that seemed impossible moments ago, James twisted his body, using Sourov's own momentum to throw him off balance.  The bigger boy stumbled back, momentarily caught off guard.

A primal roar ripped from James' throat, a sound that seemed to erupt from somewhere deep within him.  His body, no longer under his control, moved with a terrifying efficiency.  It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from a battered fighter into a whirlwind of calculated fury. 

Panic flared in his chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by a detached observation.  Hovering in his blurry vision were the words "Crisis Mode" written in the same sharp blue as the previous prompt.  Instinct took over, urging him to check the skill description.  Through the haze, he managed to see the words flash before him:

**Skill Name:** Crisis Mode

**Move Type:** Semi Auto Battle Mode

**Skill Type:** Special Skill Attack/Defense

**Cool Down:** 1 Hour

**Rank:** Extra

**Description:** Semi-Auto Battle Mode enables your body to act autonomously. It utilizes 100% of your strength for any skills, executes perfect and efficient maneuvers to outmaneuver opponents, and includes automatic defensive actions. This mode remains active until your stamina drops below 30%. The only control you have in this state is the ability to select allies and enemies.

Understanding dawned.  The System, in its own manipulative way, had granted him a trump card.  This "Crisis Mode" essentially turned him into a human weapon, pushing his body to its absolute limit and executing techniques with flawless precision.  It was a terrifying prospect, this loss of control, but right now, it was his only chance.

Fueled by the newfound power, James' body launched into a flurry of attacks, a perfect blend of the martial arts techniques he'd absorbed from the book and a raw, instinctive fighting style.  Sourov, completely caught off guard by James' sudden transformation, found himself on the defensive.  Each blow landed with a sickening thud, each dodge a blur of controlled movement.  The crowd, initially stunned into silence, erupted in a cacophony of cheers and gasps.

James, a mere passenger in his own body, witnessed the fight unfold with a mix of awe and horror.  He saw himself land a perfect roundhouse kick, a technique he'd only skimmed over in the book.  He witnessed a flawless reversal of a Judo throw, a move he hadn't even begun to comprehend.  It was like watching a master martial artist at work, only the master was his own body, a terrifying puppet controlled by the System's strings.

James' body moved like a whirlwind, a terrifying ballet of violence orchestrated by the System's Crisis Mode. Sourov, the once dominant force, was now a battered shell, desperately trying to fend off the relentless onslaught. 

James, a helpless observer trapped within his own form, witnessed the horrifying efficiency of Crisis Mode.  His hand, seemingly of its own volition, blurred into a flurry of strikes.  He recognized the Snake Jab – the very first technique he'd learned from the System – executed with a speed and precision he could never have achieved.  Three times a second, his finger jabbed at Sourov's pressure points, sending jolts of pain and disrupting the larger boy's movements.