Part- 367:

  As James stepped away from the mat, he felt a rush of triumph. He had proven himself not just to the crowd but also to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar **notification** fshing in his mind:

  **[Mission 26 plete!]** **[Reward: Ultimate Skill - Fore Sight]** [Fore Sight: See the future iime. Stamiermihe range: - 1-sed Future view = 10 stamina/sed - 2 seds Future view = 20 stamina/sed and so on.]

  James felt the surge of energy from the new skill settle into his muscles, tingling with potential. **Fore Sight** owerful ability that would enhance his awareness and anticipation during fights, allowing him to read his oppos' moves even before they made them. This was a game-ger, and he could hardly tain his excitement.

  As he rejoined his teammates, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. The spectators, initially uaied into appuse, the sound of their approval washing over James like a warm wave. His fan girls had moved from trepidation to etion.

  “Oh my God, did you see that?” one of them squealed, her voice breaking through the noise of the crowd. “He took down Jel in seds! James is incredible!” another added, practically jumping up and down iement. “I knew he could do it! He’s like a superhero!” one girl remarked, her eyes wide with admiration.

  Toya and Mili were practically glowing with pride, watg James bask in the admiration of the crowd. “He’s s and fident! I ’t believe he just took down Jel!” Mili said, her excitement iious. Toya grinned, her heart swelling with admiration. “He’s a fighter, just like I knew he could be.”

  As they celebrated, **Jel**, still nursing his bruised ego, turo his team. “You all saw how he got lucky,” he grumbled, but the edge in his voice was waning. “He won’t always have that lu his side. I’ll make sure of it.”

  His teammates nodded, but their expressions were filled with uainty. The defeat had shaken their fidence, and the oninating aura of Jel was beginning to falter.

  The crowd tio buzz around them, the fan girls whisperiedly. “I ’t believe how strong he is! What’s his secret?” one asked. “I heard he’s been training with Banani Martial Art ter. That has to be it!” another specuted, their admiration for James only growing.

  Through it all, James remained focused, determio el this energy into the round. **Jel may have uimated him**, but he knew he had a long way to go in this tour.

  With the spirit of Banani High behind him, he was ready to face whatever challenges y ahead. The taste of victory was sweet, but James was not oo rest on his urels. There were more matches to e, and he was eager to tinue proving himself.

  James turo Ryan, an impish grin spreading across his face. “Punch me.”

  Ryan blinked, his eyebrows shooting up in fusion. “What? Are you serious?”

  “Punch me,” James repeated, his expression unwavering. “Just do it.”

  The atmosphere around them buzzed with the energy of the croere still reeling from the shog oute of the previous match. Curious onlookers started to whisper, gng at Ryan and James, as if they were waiting for some sort of spectacle.