From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 513

Chapter 513: Stephen’s Resolve (Part 2)

Stephen’s attack failed for the first time since the fight had begun.

The moment his fist drove forward, it didn’t land where he intended. Instead, it struck against something solid, Jett’s arm, already positioned to block the blow. The impact reverberated up Stephen’s knuckles and into his forearm, sending a sharp jolt of pain through his bones. Before he could process it fully, he felt movement.

Jett was reaching for him.

Stephen reacted on instinct. He twisted his body and sprang backward, his feet skidding slightly across the platform as he created distance between them. The retreat was faster than his usual movement, driven by his power rather than pure footwork. His chest rose and fell sharply as his heart began pounding harder in his ears.

Sweat had already begun to form along his brow.

’I nearly got caught right there...’

The realization hit him with a cold clarity. That moment had been dangerously close. Too close.

’It’s almost like I’m fighting against a heavyweight world champion,’ Stephen thought grimly. ’One solid grab, one clean hit, and the fight would be over immediately.’

He swallowed, steadying his breathing as he kept his eyes locked on Jett. The man stood tall, unmoved by the exchange, his expression calm but focused. There was no wasted motion in the way he stood, no unnecessary tension. Just quiet pressure.

’If I didn’t have my Vow just now... he would have caught me.’

That thought lingered longer than Stephen liked. It wasn’t comforting, it was terrifying. Because Jett had noticed something too.

Jett now knew where Stephen was aiming.

Stephen wiped a bit of sweat from his cheek with his shoulder, rolling his neck once as he tried to reset himself mentally. This fight wasn’t just about strength. It was about endurance, timing, and decision-making, and right now, time wasn’t on his side.

The longer the fight dragged on, the worse it became for him.

Each burst of speed, each enhanced movement used to escape rather than strike, drained him faster than normal. His body was stronger, faster, and more explosive than before, but that didn’t mean it was limitless. His stamina was being chipped away piece by piece.

Stephen stepped in again.

This time, he relied purely on his fundamentals. He moved close, slipping past Jett’s reach without activating his power, using angles and footwork to stay just outside the worst of the danger. Jett’s arms swung toward him, heavy and deliberate, but Stephen ducked and shifted with practiced ease.

He was close enough now.

Stephen twisted his body, preparing another strike to the same spot on Jett’s side.

Then he stopped.

Just for a fraction of a second, he noticed Jett’s arm moving downward, already anticipating the attack. Stephen pulled his punch back at the last moment, refusing to commit, and slid away instead.

His jaw tightened.

’If I don’t strike, this goes nowhere,’ Stephen thought. ’But if I keep going for the same place, he’ll keep blocking it.’

The problem was painfully clear. Jett’s body was built to absorb punishment. Anywhere else Stephen struck would be meaningless, except for two areas.

The head.

And the sides of the body where the liver was located.

Stephen knew better than to go for the head. Jett’s height and reach made it a gamble at best, suicide at worst. That left only one real option.

The same spot.

Again.

Stephen shifted his stance, deciding to change things slightly. If Jett was reading him too easily from one side, then he would attack from the other. Even a small adjustment could create an opening.

He went in again.

But Jett wasn’t slow.

Stephen felt it immediately, the subtle shift in Jett’s posture, the way his weight redistributed, the slight movement of his arm. Jett had seen it. The twist of Stephen’s foot, the turn of his hips, it was all there, clear as day to someone experienced.

Jett blocked the opposite side just as easily.

Stephen pulled back, frustration burning in his chest.

Jett didn’t need to worry about most attacks. His endurance was absurd, his body dense and powerful. As long as his head stayed protected and his sides were guarded, Stephen had nowhere meaningful to strike.

Stephen clenched his fist.

There was no room left for hesitation.

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