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He suddenly turned his head to the side.

Ueda Sasio's fist, which had gathered its last bit of strength, grazed Narumi Taiga's ear with a gust of wind before striking empty air.

The old forces have been exhausted, and the new forces have not yet emerged.

The immense inertia caused Ueda Sashio's already pushed body to its limits, resulting in a fatal imbalance.

In that split second, Narumi Taiga endured the excruciating pain that felt like his body was being torn apart, and his core strength exploded forth.

With his right fist, which had been poised to strike, carrying the final determination and strength, he slammed it down from below into Ueda Sashio's undefended, soft abdomen.

Boom! ! !

A dull thud, as if struck on a broken drum!

"Puwa~~~"

Ueda Sashio's eyes bulged out, and all his movements froze instantly.

The excruciating pain in his abdomen overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

Stomach acid mixed with fresh blood gushed out of his mouth.

His body felt as if all his strength had been instantly drained, and he curled up like a shrimp.

But this is not the end!

Narumi Taiga was like a lit powder keg. As he unleashed his abdominal punch, the reaction force propelled his left fist like a fully charged pendulum, drawing a heavy arc with the momentum of his body's rotation.

It landed squarely on Ueda Sashio's chin.

boom! ! !

Another loud, clearly audible explosion followed.

Ueda Sashio's head snapped back high into the air.

A large mouthful of blood splattered into the air.

The light in his eyes went out completely, and his consciousness was instantly swallowed by darkness.

His body, like a felled giant tree, fell straight down heavily to the ground.

Dust billowed, and then silence fell.

Narumi Taiga, who threw those last two punches, seemed to have exhausted all his life force. His body swayed violently, and he staggered forward, kneeling on one knee and using his fist to support himself on the ground so that he would not fall completely.

He was panting heavily, and blood kept dripping from his mouth and nose, staining the soil beneath him red.

The entire playground was deathly silent!

Everyone was shocked by this dramatic turn of events and the incredibly fierce counterattack.

Looking at Ueda Sashio lying unconscious on the ground, and then at Narumi Taiga kneeling on one knee, his face covered in bruises and blood, yet still stubbornly standing tall, an indescribable sense of awe arose spontaneously.

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded as he watched Taiga Narumi's retreating figure.

He then slowly stepped forward, his calm yet authoritative voice breaking the deathly silence:

"Round 1, Fengxian Northwest Branch School, Narumi Daiga wins."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Northwest Branch camp seemed to wake from a dream, erupting in deafening cheers mixed with ecstatic joy.

At the same time, they rushed forward and carefully helped the swaying Narumi Taiga to his feet.

Meanwhile, at the Northeast branch campus, there was only deathly silence and an unbelievable heaviness.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's face was ashen, while Kenzo Shida and the others stared blankly at the unconscious Sashio Ueda.

The first defeat, especially with the loss of their highly anticipated Ueda Sashio, was a huge blow!

Ignoring the somber atmosphere at the Tohoku branch, Kurosaki Ryuji's gaze swept across the Northwest branch's ranks, finally settling on the blond figure who stood at the very back of the line with his hands in his pockets.

"second round!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice reached everyone's ears: "He is the one I sent from here, Makio Mito."

what? !

The name caused an uproar among the Northeast branch campuses.

All eyes turned to the blond figure who had been called out, filled with utter shock and astonishment!

Mito Makio 2.3? !

He's always been a lone wolf, so why is he representing the Northwest campus?!

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Makio Mito, then looked sharply at Ryuji Kurosaki, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Originally, according to Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's plan, Ueda Sashio would win the first match, and Kurosaki Ryuji would most likely take action himself to stabilize the situation. Therefore, Kurosaki Ryuji would face off against the enemy himself.

After all, whoever it is, would most likely lose to Ryuji Kurosaki.

The only option was for him, as the head of the gang, to bear the brunt of it.

If we really can't win, even if we lose, the worst that can happen is that I'll just get a good beating from Ryuji Kurosaki.

If Hideaki Incheon ultimately wins, then it will be worthwhile.

However, Narumi Taiga won the first match unexpectedly.

The appearance of Makio Mito was even more unexpected.

As for the bald guys from the Tohoku branch, they all panicked instantly, looking at their leader, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Mito Makio's strength is unfathomable; he is widely recognized as one of Housen's top combatants.

If he makes a move.

Is there any chance of victory for the Fengxian Northeast Branch School?

Chapter 163 Mito Makio Takes Action

"Maki... I never expected you to actually make a move!"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's eyes were fixed on Makio Mito.

"There's nothing I can do. The boss has spoken, and I have no right to refuse... Of course, whether it's you or anyone else, if you stand in front of me, be prepared to be killed!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Mito Makio slowly strolled out from the back of the line, his hands still in his pockets, his golden hair swaying in the wind like a raging lion.

He walked straight to the middle of the playground, and the invisible sense of oppression naturally spread out, making the temperature of the entire playground seem to drop a few degrees.

At the Northeast branch campus, the atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point.

After losing the first match, and then facing this completely unexpected opponent in the second match, a sense of despair began to spread.

Just when the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating, a calm voice rang out, breaking the deathly silence.

"etc.".

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Incheon Hideaki move his wrists and neck, making a slight clicking sound.

His calm eyes were now burning with an unprecedented flame, a mixture of excitement, determination, and intense fighting spirit.

He pushed aside his companion who was blocking his way and walked steadily towards the center of the field.

His gaze, almost tangible, locked onto Mito Makio, who exuded a strong sense of oppression in the arena.

"Tsukimoto-nii, leave the rest to me."

Incheon Hideaki's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute determination.

He walked to a spot about five meters away from Masao Fujii, ignoring the other man's domineering aura.

"Don't worry, everyone, I will definitely win this match!"

His voice suddenly rose as he met the gaze of Mito Makio, his tone carrying a boldness that seemed to challenge a strong opponent: "Actually, I've long wanted to experience firsthand the legendary 'Lone Wolf' of the Hosen Northwest Branch School!"

These words were like a red-hot iron thrown into a frozen lake of despair.

All the bald guys at the Northeast branch were stunned by Hideaki Incheon's sudden, courageous, and bold declaration!

Immediately, a long-lost surge of passion rushed to my head!

"As expected of Incheon Hideaki!!"

"Well done, Incheon!!"

"Go for it! Let him see the backbone of our Northeast branch school!!"

"Defeat him! Incheon!!"

The suppressed despair was ignited into a boiling fighting spirit.

A deafening roar of cheers and shouts erupted like a tsunami from the Fengxian Northeast Branch School's camp.

Incheon Hideaki's act of stepping forward to challenge a formidable enemy was like a torch in the darkness, reigniting their fighting spirit!

Looking at the opponent who had stepped forward with burning eyes and an aggressive aura, Mito Makio's lips curled slightly: "It seems that the Tohoku branch campus is also full of talented people!"

"But if you want to take me down, big talk and empty words aren't enough!"

Mito Makio slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets.

The invisible aura instantly became more dangerous and tense.

The second match began at this moment!

Mito Makio's eyes suddenly turned sharp as a knife.

The speed at which it burst forth in that instant far exceeded everyone's expectations. His golden hair danced wildly in the wind, exuding an astonishing aura, like a majestic lion.

A right straight punch, like a cannonball, slammed into Incheon Hideaki's face.

Fast! Fierce! Ruthless!

Incheon Young-myung's pupils contracted sharply. So fast!

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and his body reacted instantly, his left arm muscles bulging, rising precisely like a shield to block.

boom! ! !

The fists and arms struck each other, producing a dull, drum-like sound.

An overwhelming force surged through him, and Incheon Hideaki felt as if his forearm bone was about to crack. Pain, accompanied by intense numbness, instantly swept over his entire arm.

He groaned and involuntarily took three steps back before barely managing to dissipate the terrifying force.

"So strong!"

Incheon Hideaki was horrified, but his fighting spirit only intensified.

He wasn't intimidated. Instead, he adjusted his center of gravity the moment he retreated, and taking advantage of the moment when Mito Makio's old strength dissipated, he used his right fist at a tricky angle to viciously strike at the opening in Mito Makio's ribs.

Snapped!

Mito Makio seemed to have anticipated this, his left hand sinking down like an iron gate, precisely deflecting the counterattack.

But Hideaki Incheon's attacks did not stop.

He took a quick, low step, and his left leg swept towards Mito Makio's right leg with a sharp, whistling sound, like a steel whip.

Mito Makio reacted extremely quickly, slightly stepping back with his left leg while simultaneously raising his right leg to meet Incheon Hideaki's sweeping kick.

Boom!

A dull impact!

Both of them swayed at the same time.

Incheon Hideaki seized the moment when his opponent's center of gravity shifted and advanced again.

A vicious swing punch, carrying the force of rotation, slammed into Mito Makio's temple.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mito Makio's eyes, as if he hadn't expected his opponent to be able to mount such a fierce counterattack under his pressure.

Surprised as he was, Mito Makio was quick to react, immediately tilting his head slightly!

Snapped! ! !

The fist grazed past Mito Makio's cheekbone, leaving a stinging sensation on his face!

At the same time, Makio Mito's counterattack arrived.

Ignoring the stinging pain on his face, his right fist, as if spring-loaded, delivered a powerful and faster swing, slamming squarely into Incheon Hideaki's cheek!