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He didn't know the guy with the pompadour hairstyle in front of him at all, and he had never said those silly things.

But the hostility and fighting spirit emanating from the other party, almost burning with rage, were real.

"who are you?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice remained deep, but with a hint of inquiry in it.

"Kawada Nigao, Kuga Yoji!"

Yoji Hisa held his head high, like a proud rooster: "Today, I'm here to teach you a lesson, you arrogant bastard! I'll show you what real strength is!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yoji Hisa had already moved.

Clearly, the guy who dared to venture into Fengxian alone was no weakling.

With a sudden stomp of his feet, Yoji Hisa burst forth with astonishing speed, like an arrow released from a bow.

He didn't waste any words; he came straight to the point with ruthless tactics.

With a whooshing sound, his right fist slammed straight into Ryuji Kurosaki's face like a heavy cannon.

The punches were fierce and powerful, clearly intended to gain an advantage with a single blow.

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes narrowed, and his body reacted instantly.

Instead of taking the blow head-on, he tilted his head to the side at an extremely small angle just as the fist was about to hit him.

call!

Yoji Kuga's powerful punch grazed past Ryuji Kurosaki's ear, the force of which ruffled his hair.

"Um?!"

Hisa Yoji felt a chill run down his spine, not expecting his opponent to dodge so precisely and skillfully.

But he reacted quickly. His first strike missed, and his left fist followed closely behind, delivering a swift uppercut straight for Kurosaki Ryuji's abdomen.

Ryuji Kurosaki reacted even faster!

The instant his opponent's left fist was launched, his right hand, which was hanging by his side, rose with lightning speed, and his forearm struck the inside of Yoji Hisa's wrist with the precision of an iron rod.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

Kuga Yoji felt a tremendous force rebounding from his wrist, and the power of his uppercut was abruptly cut off.

"Two times!"

Hisa Yoji roared, his ferocity aroused.

He suddenly ducked and swung his right leg out like a steel whip, aiming directly at Kurosaki Ryuji's supporting leg!

This kick was powerful and heavy, and the angle was tricky.

However, all of this seemed too slow in front of Ryuji Kurosaki!

Just as Yoji Kuga swept his leg, Ryuji Kurosaki's right hand instantly grabbed Yoji Kuga's ankle like an iron clamp.

At the same time, he suddenly took a half step forward with his left foot, lowered his center of gravity, and exerted force from his waist and abdomen.

An overwhelming and terrifying power erupted instantly.

Kuga Yoji felt his ankle being tightly locked by a red-hot iron clamp, followed by an irresistible force.

He instantly lost his balance and was swung around by Kurosaki Ryuji like a broken sack.

"what?!"

Yoji Hisa was so shocked that he only managed to let out a short gasp.

Ryuji Kurosaki's arm muscles bulged, and his movements were simple yet violent.

He swung Kuga Yoji's body and slammed him hard against the door next to him.

Bang! ! ! !

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire sky above Fengxian.

Yoji Hisa's body slammed solidly against the hard, cold door. The enormous impact made him feel as if all the bones in his body were about to shatter, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed all his senses.

His once-proud golden pompadour was instantly disheveled, covered in dust and rust, and his meticulously groomed image was completely ruined.

He slid off the door like a lump of mud, collapsed to the ground, and curled up in pain.

"Hey, kid."

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his arm, casually flexing his wrist as if he had just tossed away some trash: "Now, can we calm down and talk?"

"Don't...don't think...you've already won!!"

At this moment, Yoji Kuga struggled to stand up again. Although blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, he still rushed towards Ryuji Kurosaki again immediately.

"Sure enough, only by beating him down can he calm down!"

Ryuji Kurosaki shook his head helplessly, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

Instead of backing down, he took a step forward!

boom!

A precise abdominal punch sent Hisayoji's body curling up like a shrimp!

boom!

A heavy hook punch sent stars flying before his eyes!

boom!

A clean and decisive uppercut completely shattered his last resistance!

The dull thuds of each punch landing on flesh struck the hearts of every onlooker like heavy drumbeats.

Soon, Yoji Hisa fell heavily onto the cold cement floor once again.

His face was covered in bruises and swelling, and his chin was smeared with blood.

His once-proud hairstyle was now quite messy, like a pile of weeds on his head.

"You...you bastard...it's not...it's not over yet!"

Kuga Yoji collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably from the excruciating pain.

But those bloodshot eyes still stared intently at Ryuji Kurosaki, filled with a wild, unyielding spirit.

"Hey! Hey! Kawada's little golden retriever!"

A bald man with a phoenix-like face crossed his arms and let out a merciless sneer: "Look closely! Our boss just did a bunch of strength training and hasn't fully recovered his stamina yet."

"That's right! Even our boss, in this state, got beaten up like this, and you still think you can take him down? Keep dreaming!"

Another bald man was dramatically picking at his ear, his tone full of contempt.

"Exactly, stop daydreaming."

Each scathing taunt was like a steel needle, piercing deeply into Yoji Hisa's ears.

On his blood-stained face, his wide-open eyes quickly shifted from anger to an incredulous shock.

Haven't recovered your strength yet?

Ryuji Kurosaki hadn't fully recovered his strength when he beat himself up like this.

This realization was like ice water poured over his head, instantly shattering all his pride and resentment.

An indescribable chill ran up my spine.

If Ryuji Kurosaki has full stamina.

Can I really withstand three punches from him?

Looking at Yoji Hisa.

Ryuji Kurosaki should have calmed down by now.

He then took a towel from a bald man named Fengxian to wipe his sweat and said to Yuji Kuga, "Kid, you've been used as a pawn. Next time you want to make a move, you should use your brain first."

"Being...used as a pawn?"

Yoji Kuga was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ryuji Kurosaki, his brows furrowed, as if trying to find any trace of a lie on the other's face.

"if not?"

Ryuji Kurosaki shrugged, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary: "I didn't even know who you were until you told me your name."

He's no longer the naive newcomer he was when he first arrived in Toya.

I know that the situation at Kawada No. 2 High School is quite complicated, with several districts and numerous factions.

It's easy to guess that it was those Kawada delinquents he had beaten up who instigated Hisayoji to come and deal with him.

After all, Yoji Hisa didn't come to provoke them in order to avenge his comrades.

They started by saying some nonsensical things.

"Are you...are you sure you didn't say those things?"

Yoji Hisa's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible wavering, but he still stubbornly pressed on with his question.

"Did you tell that it was Amano's gang, or the gang that got injured today?"

After tossing the towel to the bald-headed Housen, Kurosaki Ryuji lit another cigarette and began to speculate.

"Amano!"

The name practically came out of his mouth, and after saying it, Yoji Hisa was stunned for a moment.

"Oh? Amano?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's lips slowly curved into a smile, which appeared particularly profound in the smoke, carrying a hint of coldness: "Hey, Kuga, tell me, which faction does Amano belong to at your Kawada No. 2 High School?"

Looking at Kurosaki Ryuji's smile so close to his face, Kuga Yoji felt a chill suddenly rise from his tailbone and sweep through his entire body without warning, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Chapter 134 The Phoenix Immortal Assassin Legion Deployed

"Gulu..."

Yoji Kuga swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his gaze fixed on the faint curve of Ryuji Kurosaki's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it was like a blade chilled to the bone, sending a chill down his spine.

Sweat mixed with dust slid down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he dared not blink.

"Did not say?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was deep and steady, revealing no emotion, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly more: "Then you should know the rules of Housen, right?"

He paused, his gaze pressing down on Yoji Hisa as if it were a physical object, and clearly uttered four words: "The loser, shaves his head."

“Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…”

As if to confirm his words, several cold, piercing motor hums sounded almost simultaneously.

To Kuga Yoji's horror, the several silent, towering bald men from Housen behind Kurosaki Ryuji simultaneously pulled out clippers from their pockets.

The sharp blade reflected a chilling glint in the sunlight.

The noise of the fader starting up was like the whisper of death, instantly gripping Yoji Hisa's heart.

He watched as the members of the Fengxian Group, each wielding a clipper, approached step by step with expressionless faces. Their footsteps were exceptionally clear in the empty entrance of Fengxian.

For someone who considers their hairstyle as their life and never leaves their comb behind, that meticulously styled, proud golden pompadour is as important as life itself.

That was his banner for expressing his individuality, and the source of his pride!

Shaved bald?

That was a hundred times more painful than having several of his ribs broken!

“I said... Amano is from the first ward of Kawada No. 2 High School.”

Overwhelmed by immense fear, his last psychological defenses crumbled instantly. "I can't breathe," he said hastily, his voice trembling and cracking.

Who are the people in your Hetian District 1?