death of hope

It's raining

dense,

drizzle,

The men and horses on both sides approached cautiously, and when they were about 20 steps away, they launched a charge almost simultaneously.

"Tetsuya Yamayama! Let's end it!"

Nanban Jiubaili shouted the name of his enemy and kicked off the attack with a Taekwondo side kick.

A group fight is different from a one-on-one fight. It's difficult to perform when people are crowded together. What's more, the scale of this fight is as many as a thousand people. Naturally, there are so many people that there is no way to dodge.

No matter how good your fighting skills are, you still have to fight head-on. In this case, strength, ability to resist fighting, and willpower are particularly important.

Tetsuya Yamama crossed his arms to block. Even though he had tensed up his muscles, he was still almost thrown away by this powerful and heavy side kick. He couldn't help praising his opponent loudly:

"What a strong force! Then I won't be polite!" Cheru also responded with a Thai knee-jerk,

If the thrust was serious this time, several ribs would be broken. Nanban did not dare to take it hard. He folded his palms on his chest and was still choked by the hard knee.

Now that the defense was open, how could Tohru let go of such a good opportunity? He followed up with a diving uppercut that hit his liver.

"Ouch!"

Nanban Jiubaili grimaced in pain and almost fell to his knees, but stood tenaciously with willpower.

He pushed hard on the ground and slammed into it with his hard skull;

"Burmese headbutt!"

People were sitting next to each other, it was so crowded that Toru couldn't escape and was hit on the roof of his mouth.

Blood flowed with the rain, staining the white shirt in the school uniform red.

Tetsuya fought back regardless of the pain, turned around to confuse the opponent, and suddenly threw out an elbow:

"Turn elbow!"

There is only a thin layer of skin tissue at the elbow joint of the human body, which is wrapped in hard bones.

This elbow was like a scimitar slash, opening a large gash above the opposite eyebrow. Blood was flowing. Nanban covered his eyes and stood still.

Toru didn't take the opportunity to attack, but waited quietly for the other party to wrap up the wound.

He opened his mouth, put his fingers in, pulled out the loose front teeth, and spat out bloody saliva;

"I'm waiting for you."

Blood flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision. Nanban Jiubaili cursed, took off his turban and wrapped it around the wound. The white cotton turban was instantly stained red.

"Very good! He's a man!!"

"You too!"

The two of them admired each other a little, and their hatred had melted away a lot. It was more like a competition in the ring than a duel;

"It's bandaged, let's continue!"

The rain was getting heavy, and the two of them were fighting fiercely in the mud, with shouts of death and wailing all around them...

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Not far away, Jinguji Takatoshi looked like an angry bull.

He had a clear goal and headed straight for the bosozokus wearing special attack uniforms.

One iron mountain hit knocked over five of them, punched two who were lying down, and kicked another one away.

"Come on! Stop this guy!" Two small bosozokus were agile and jumped on his back, trying to strangle him.

"Nasty rat! Get away!"

The two of them were grabbed by Long Jun's iron-clamp-like hands, and they were forcefully pulled down. He held them in his hands like kittens and threw them horizontally, knocking down a piece...

"Is that guy a monster?!"

Such an exaggerated performance shocked both our own side and the enemy nearby.

The young men's fiery eyes were focused on Long Jun, so much so that they were stunned and stood there for a few seconds before remembering to attack each other.

"What are you doing standing around here! Come on, I'll do it!"

Twelve bosozoku swooped forward together and grabbed Takajun's hands and feet respectively.

Climbing up the back, or even riding on the shoulders, covering the whole body, trying to crush the giant with numerical superiority.

"Get out of here! Anyone who gets in the way will die!"

Jinguji Takatoshi roared and exerted his strength, throwing all twelve people down. He stared at the boss of the Bosozou clan not far away and shouted;

"Onitsuka Eikichi! Don't move! I'm coming to find you!"

The giant's voice trembled and hoarse with excitement, and people looked at him in fear and surprise.

Seeing this blond man charging into the front line alone, he was unstoppable.

Somehow, the big guy started crying, his expression extremely sad.

While beating people, he muttered in a cry:

"I'm sorry...Yuna,

You've been bullied for so long, and your brother can't do anything to help you... I'm not as good as Tetsuya...

Good girl...you never bring tears home...

Holding on to a smile...I'm afraid that my brother will be worried about you...

Yuna...Yuna...

What a gentle and kind girl...

Those vicious witches!

Why should I bully you? !

How can they bear it? !

"

Just like last time in the ring, Long Jun lost control of his emotions.

His sadness gradually twisted into mad rage,

Jinguji Takatoshi was hysterical, and like a mad tiger, he rushed into the enemy formation alone:

"Onitsuka Eikichi! Don't run!"

The boss of the Bosozoku clan backed away in horror. He was very sure that the people on the other side were not here for a group fight at all;

(That guy...he...he really wants to kill me...)

Onizuka Eikichi didn't care about his face anymore. All he wanted in his mind was to get away from the furious beast as soon as possible.

"Don't...don't let him come...get up...get up!"

The rain is getting heavier and the ground is muddy.

The Bosozokus fought with high spirits, leaving countless cuts and bruises on the giant's body.

But the other party seemed to feel no pain at all, and all the enemies in his way were beaten to the ground by him.

The wolf-like pupils were bloodshot, filled with undisguised murderous intent and hatred.