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In Tamao Serizawa's eyes, which were completely glazed over by the pain and weightlessness!

With his arms bulging, Ryuji Kurosaki slammed Tamao Serizawa into the dilapidated car parked there!

boom! ! !

An even more terrifying roar instantly tore the entire battlefield apart.

The hood of the car, under the terrifying impact of Tamao Serizawa's body, groaned as if struck by a meteorite, emitting a chilling, ear-piercing metallic groan.

The hood collapsed instantly, creating a huge crater.

The car window shattered under immense pressure, sending countless shards of glass hurtling outwards like hailstones of death.

Tamao Serizawa's body, like a specimen nailed to the roof of a car, was deeply embedded in the twisted metal, completely devoid of willpower.

"Serizawa...you're out!"

Ryuji Kurosaki took a deep look at the motionless Tamao Serizawa, then turned around and looked at Noboru Kawanishi in the distance.

..........

On the other side of the battlefield, Fuyuno Kota, a senior student at Housen High School, is engaged in a fierce battle.

He had just taken down two or three of the Lily of the Valley's henchmen with his fierce style and heavy punches when a sharp hostility locked onto him.

"Fengxian's cadre? Lie down, you bastard!"

A furious growl rang out, and standing in front of Fuyuno Kota was one of the leaders of the three major factions of Suzuran: Nakai!

Although Nakai was easily defeated by Kurosaki Ryuji in the parking lot last time, that does not mean he is weak.

On the contrary, Nakai's strength must be very strong to be able to sit in the position of faction leader in a place like Suzuran.

At this moment, his eyes burned with the flames of revenge for his comrades and the desire to wash away their shame.

Without any wasted words, Zhongjing pounced like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

His attacks were sharp, swift, and ruthless, honed through real street combat.

The punches and kicks were like a storm, coming from tricky angles and with tremendous power!

Despite being a member of Housen, Kota Fuyuno possesses considerable strength.

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But when facing Nakai, he was instantly at a complete disadvantage.

boom!

A heavy right hook slammed into Kota Fuyino's blocking arm, making his arm go numb and causing him to stagger backward.

Snapped!

Nakai's swift leg lashed out like a whip at Fuyuno Kota's ribs, the intense pain causing him to gasp.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, Nakai delivered another vicious knee strike, slamming it into Kota Fuyuno's abdomen.

Kota Fuyuno groaned and arched his back in pain!

Nakai's attacks were like leeches, relentless and persistent! Fuyuno Kota fought back with all his might, but the difference in strength and the opponent's ferocious offensive forced him to retreat step by step.

His face was quickly covered with bruises and bloodstains, his brow bone was split open, blood flowed down his cheeks, and his vision began to blur.

His lips were cracked, and every breath he took carried the smell of blood.

"Get down on your knees and stand up!"

Nakai's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He saw the huge opening that Fuyuno Kota had made due to the pain and dizziness. He gathered all his strength in his right fist and, like a cannonball, slammed it into Fuyuno Kota's already swollen and defenseless face.

If that punch lands, Fuyuno Kota will definitely be knocked unconscious on the spot!

Kota Fuyuno's pupils dilated as he strained to raise his hand to block.

But his body felt as heavy and sluggish as if it were filled with lead, and he could only watch helplessly as the deadly fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes!

At this critical moment.

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Suddenly, a hand appeared and firmly grasped the wrist of Nakai's fist, which was about to strike Kota Fuyuno's face.

The force that gripped his wrist was so great that Nakai's sure-fire punch was frozen in mid-air less than three centimeters from Fuyuno Kota's nose!

It could not advance even an inch further!

Time seemed to freeze again.

Zhongjing suddenly turned his head and looked at the owner of the hand with some surprise.

A figure wearing a house-style uniform and with blond hair appeared silently beside Fuyuno Kota.

He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his eyes, with a lazy and calm gaze, watched Zhong Jing, who was filled with shock and anger.

Kota Fuyino turned to look at the newcomer, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"Mi...Mito-nii! What brings you here?"

"As expected... I'm still a little worried!"

As Mito Makio spoke, he turned to look at Nakai beside him.

"Miki Mito, you did come after all!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Nakai's eyes sharpened even more.

He immediately raised his fist, ready to throw it.

Just then, Mito Makio made a move.

He also threw his own fist.

The two fists crossed in mid-air.

Mito Makio was faster and struck Nakai in the face first.

boom! ! !

Under the resounding blows.

Zhongjing tilted his head and backed away repeatedly.

"Leave the rest to me, don't worry... I'll take care of this guy!"

As Mito Makio spoke to Fuyuno Kota, he continued walking towards Nakai.

"Stop looking down on me, you bastard! Mito Makio!"

Zhongjing touched the spot on his cheek where he had been hit, and let out a low growl as he pounced again like a wild beast.

This offensive was even fiercer and wilder than the one against Fuyuno Kota. 270

Every punch carried a desperate, all-or-nothing ferocity; every kick gathered the full power of his body, aiming straight for Makio Mito's vital points.

However, faced with Nakai's ferocious attack, which was enough to instantly knock down an ordinary delinquent, Mito Makio simply sidestepped, retreated, or raised his hand to block.

Dodge or block all of Zhongjing's attacks.

Zhongjing's attack was like a storm hitting a smooth, hard reef; it produced nothing but futile noise and no real effect.

Mito Makio didn't even make a move; he simply dodged as if he were strolling leisurely.

This utter contempt stung Zhongjing's nerves more than any verbal mockery.

"Damn it! Don't hide!"

Nakai roared and threw another all-out straight punch at Mito's face!

At this moment.

Mito Makio's left foot shot out like a venomous snake, delivering a precise low sweeping kick to Nakai's supporting leg's shin.

"Ugh!"

The excruciating pain caused Zhongjing to lose his balance instantly, his attack came to an abrupt halt, and his body staggered forward uncontrollably.

But Mito Makio's counterattack has only just begun.

In the instant that Nakai lost his balance and leaned forward, Mito Makio's right hand, which had been hanging by his side, moved.

A heavy, hammer-like swing punch slammed into Zhongjing's face, which was contorted in pain!

boom! ! !

The heavy, muffled sound was like the beating of a drum.

Zhongjing's head suddenly tilted to one side, stars flashed before his eyes, and blood spurted from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have collapsed by now.

But Nakai gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and threw a punch back, slamming it heavily into Mito Makio's cheek.

The blow sent Mito Makio's head flying backward.

However, the next second, Mito Makio turned his head back.

At the same time, a left hook.

The blow landed heavily on Zhongjing's liver area, causing him to shudder and his facial features to become even more distorted.

Nakai immediately retaliated, landing another punch on Mito Makio's cheek.

However, as if he felt no pain at all, Mito Makio turned back to his side expressionlessly.

Follow with a right straight punch!

It hits Nakai in the face again!

Then a knee strike!

It slammed violently into Zhongjing's abdomen!

Under the successive heavy blows, Zhongjing could no longer withstand them and was forced to retreat repeatedly.

The blood he coughed up almost stained the lower half of his face red.

His vision was already blurred, and all he could hear was the buzzing of countless flies.

The physical strength he had previously expended cleaning up Housen's bald head and dealing with Fuyuno Kota was now being magnified infinitely.

Exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, eroding his will and strength.

But Makio Mito's actions did not stop there.

His right leg shot upwards with tremendous force, drawing a sharp semicircle in mid-air.

A high sweeping kick!

The long, slender leg, brimming with explosive power, swept hard across Zhong Jing's unsuspecting cheek.

boom! ! ! !

This explosion was louder than any of the previous blows!

For a moment, Zhongjing felt dizzy and disoriented.

His body crashed heavily onto the cold, hard ground like a felled giant tree!

boom! ! !

A little dust rose up.

Zhong Jing lay there, his eyes wide open, blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth.

However, the girl from Suzuran is clearly not so easily defeated.

Under the incredulous gaze of Fuyuno Kota, Nakai's blood-stained face contorted, and a dying, beast-like hoarse sound emanated from his throat.

He pressed his hands firmly to the ground, the veins on his arms bulging like dragons, and with the last bit of his remaining will and strength, he managed to prop himself up again, albeit unsteadily.

He was panting heavily, blood dripping from his chin, staining the dust beneath him.

He raised his head again, his blood-covered eyes fixed on Mito Makio, burning with an intense flame of resentment.

Even when the body has reached its limit.