From the perspective of simply enjoying a fight, James didn't mind his current unusual state.
Step by step, he had mastered his body through martial arts training, uncovered its potential, and gradually refined the force of his most basic punches into "Qi." Then, drawing on the vast life force granted by his unique Mutant Gene, he had ultimately condensed it into a "Bio-Force Field."
After gaining Gang Sha Qi that could be projected like energy, James had gone a long time without finding the purest joy of battle a martial artist could experience.
He missed the kind of fight where every punch landed flesh to flesh.
"Phew."
James exhaled the pale-purple smoke that lingered in his lungs, tilted his head, and spat out the stub of his alien cigar. The gladiators closing in from every side stopped in their tracks at the sight of him moving. They looked like rabbits creeping up on a dozing tiger.
"You're all useless."
Bang!
Among the gladiators surrounding James, a dark-skinned female fighter pulled a curved glass bottle from her chest, bit off the stopper, and downed the dark brown liquid in two gulps. The distinctive liquor of Sakaar made her eyes water and turn red.
Unable to hold back her scorn at the sight of hundreds of warriors in the arena looking so terrified, she smashed the bottle on the ground, drew the two one-handed swords from her back, and charged James first.
Thud! Thud!
James opened with a parrying punch, knocking aside both swords as the woman brought them down together.
He didn't move a single inch. He didn't even need to extend his Bone Blades. He drove a straight punch into her centerline, blasting her and the seven or eight gladiators behind her away in one go.
"Hmm? Not bad. Her