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Accompanied by a loud striking sound.

Shinjo Kyuta, whose injuries had not yet fully recovered, suddenly felt dizzy and his vision went black. The intense pain and dizziness left him completely disoriented.

Without pausing for a moment, Narumi Taiga's right leg swept out with a fierce low kick, like a steel whip.

Snapped!

He slapped hard on Shinjo Kyuta's shinbone, the supporting leg!

"Ugh!"

Shinjou screamed as he lost his balance and fell forward.

Narumi Taiga took another half step forward, followed by several punches that made Shinjo Kyuta's head shake back and forth.

The final uppercut was delivered like a battering ram.

Boom!

A heavy uppercut landed squarely on Shinjo Kyuta's unprotected jaw.

Shinjo Kyuta's body felt as if all his bones had been removed; his feet left the ground, he levitated slightly backward, and then crashed heavily onto the cold, hard concrete floor.

"Pfft~~~"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth on the spot.

His body convulsed violently a few times, his eyes glazed over, and he completely lost consciousness.

From start to finish, it only takes about 10 seconds.

There were no earth-shattering clashes, no back-and-forth battles, only Narumi Taiga's clean and decisive moves.

Shinjo Kyuta, already injured, was as fragile as a joke in the face of such an absolute disparity in strength, even though he tried his best to take revenge.

He is ultimately not a comic book protagonist who can unleash limitless power through sheer willpower.

"New Town! You bastard!!"

Johnson's eyes were bloodshot.

Shinjo Kyuta's sudden defeat was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of all the Kawada yakuza.

But Johnson knew that now was not the time for grief.

"Fight them!"

Johnson let out a deafening roar, like a raging beast, and pounced on the nearest group of people.

As one of the strongest players in the first district of Kawada No. 2 High School, Johnson is quite capable.

One by one, the bald-headed Fengxian who was blocking his way were sent flying or collapsed to the ground with screams.

In a short period of time, he managed to kill several people.

"Let me handle this one!"

The fighting spirit roared with a deep, muffled growl as it charged toward Johnson like a human tank.

The two collided instantly, the dull thud sounding like a drumbeat.

A pure clash of muscles and power.

Johnson delivered a powerful blow to the fighting spirit of the team.

With a muffled groan, he stubbornly held on, raising his hand to throw a punch at Johnson's cheek.

at this time.

A junior officer from Kawada delivered a flying kick from the side, slamming it hard into Toshiro Madoka's shoulder.

Caught off guard, his fighting spirit was immediately knocked back several steps.

"asshole!!!"

The power of junior cadres is limited, and their impact on morale is also limited; it's just that when morale wants to rise again, it's when Johnson...

Another Kawada delinquent pounced on them.

With no other option, his fighting spirit was to raise his fist and take down the Kawada delinquent blocking his way.

Johnson then turned his attention to other bald men.

It was during this time that he beat up another bald man named Fengxian.

He even tried to kick Fengxian's bald head, attempting to kill her completely.

Jun Kamata slid into Johnson's blind spot and delivered a powerful sweeping kick to the back of Johnson's supporting leg.

Snapped!

Johnson stumbled, his balance instantly disrupted!

Like a cheetah waiting for its chance, Toshiyuki Saejima delivered a powerful right hook, imbued with all his strength, the moment Johnson leaned forward. The hook landed with the precision of a hammer on Johnson's liver area.

boom! ! !

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly swept through Johnson's entire body!

He felt as if his liver had been squeezed hard, and he grimaced in pain.

As the Kamakura Mad Dogs duo, Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima's teamwork is naturally seamless.

They gave Johnson absolutely no chance to catch his breath.

Kamata then delivered a vicious hook punch from left to right, slamming it heavily into Johnson's chin, which was drooping as he hunched over.

boom! ! !

Johnson's head was jerked backward instantly by the blow, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

His entire body, like a felled tree, crashed backward and slammed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Although he struggled to get up again.

But they were no match for Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima.

He was quickly beaten down again.

With the rapid downfall of Johnson and Shinjo Kyuta, the remaining Kawata Ryokan forces suffered a complete collapse.

Under the fierce onslaught of Kumakiri Rikiya, Matoba Tomoyuki, and Oguchi Yuji, and with the efficient teamwork of Kamata Jun and Saejima Toshiyuki, Kawata's team quickly collapsed.

The bald men of Fengxian, like a tidal wave, completely overwhelmed the remaining resistance.

Screams, blows, and wails echoed in the wind over the overpass.

The battle ended quickly.

The Phoenix Assassin Legion, with its overwhelming strength, declared the defeat of the Kawada team.

On the overpass, only the groans of Kawada delinquents, some groaning in pain or unconscious, remained, along with the heavy smell of blood and dust in the air.

"Go and let Kurosaki-kun know that we've got things sorted out here!"

Narumi Taiga looked at the Kawada delinquents scattered on the ground and slowly lit a cigarette for himself.

"He didn't even break a sweat."

"It's not even enough to warm up."

"Boring!"

"I've already informed Brother Kurosaki!"

Kumakiri Rikiya, Toshiro Matoba, Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and Yuji Oguchi, among others, approached Narumi Taiga while muttering to themselves in boredom.

........

the other side.

Ishihara Yujiro led nearly 70 Kawada thugs, advancing aggressively along the main road.

The chilling atmosphere almost solidified into a tangible form.

However, just as they were about to arrive at the territory of the Fengxian Northwest Branch School.

Their torrent was abruptly stopped by an even larger "dam".

In front of the street, about a hundred bald men stood neatly in the middle of the road, blocking all the way.

Their uniformly bald heads reflected a cold luster in the gloomy light, exuding a chilling, silent, and suffocating sense of oppression.

At the very front of this human wall stood only one figure.

Ryuji Kurosaki.

He had a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, the smoke rising in wisps.

He didn't strike any exaggerated poses; he just stood there casually with his hands in his pockets.

However, the aura he exuded immediately drew everyone's attention to him from Kawada.

Kawada's group involuntarily stopped in their tracks.

The clamor of shouts and curses vanished instantly, leaving only heavy breathing and the pounding of hearts.

Everyone felt the pressure, which was almost tangible, as if the air itself had become thick.

Yujiro Ishihara's eyes were sharp as knives, fixed on the figure in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ryuji Kurosaki!"

Yujiro Ishihara's voice, like the scraping of cold metal, broke the suffocating silence.

He took a few steps forward alone, facing Ryuji from a distance: "You don't actually think you can block my way with a bunch of weaklings, do you?!"

At first glance, apart from Ryuji Kurosaki, there were no other executives of Housen.

As a result, Yujiro Ishihara felt that he was being looked down upon.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly exhaled a smoke ring, the white smoke swirling around his cold, handsome face.

"I should be the one asking that. You don't actually think you can just barge into my territory with a bunch of weaklings, do you?!"

As he spoke, Ryuji Kurosaki casually pointed forward with the finger holding the cigarette.

A simple action, yet it sounded like the horn of attack!

kill!!!!

Behind Kurosaki Ryuji, the hundred silent bald-headed men of Housen suddenly roared like ferocious beasts released from their seals.

Like a tidal wave, it surged towards Kawada's team with an overwhelming force.

Ryuji Kurosaki himself remained standing in the same spot, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Brothers, charge!!!"

Ishihara Yujiro immediately roared and led the Kawada delinquents to meet the Housen assassin army.

Chapter 143 End of the Battle

On the street, the chilling atmosphere was like solidified gasoline, ready to ignite at any moment.

Ryuji Kurosaki gently tapped his finger, which was holding a cigarette, forward.

One hundred bald men from Fengxian unleashed ear-piercing roars, like a flood bursting its banks, crashing into the delinquents of Kawada.

"Brothers, charge!!!"

Yujiro Ishihara's roar also tore through the air, carrying the madness of the Kawata delinquents.

He took the lead, like a black lightning bolt, and was the first to plunge into Fengxian's camp.

Fists, elbows, and knees became the most primitive weapons.

At this moment, Yujiro Ishihara displayed the terrifying fighting power befitting a leader of a prestigious delinquent family.

A bald man named Fengxian, who tried to hug him around the waist, was struck in the temple by his heavy elbow and collapsed on the spot.

The two men who rushed at him from the side were struck in the face by his swift, powerful punches from both sides, their noses splattering with blood as they fell backward.

He ducked to dodge a flying kick from the bald-headed Fengxian.

As soon as Fengxian's bald head landed, Ishihara Yujiro immediately followed up with a vicious punch, slamming into the opponent's soft abdomen, causing the man to curl up and kneel on the ground like a shrimp.