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Blood dripped from Tsukimoto Mitsumasa's chin as he stared intently at Kurosaki Ryuji.

He clenched his right fist, refusing to give up.

He also wanted to try to fight back.

However, before Mitsumasa Tsukimoto could throw his fist, Ryuji Kurosaki's fist had already slammed into his cheek once again.

boom! ! !

Another chilling thud!

The fist slammed solidly into Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's cheekbone!

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's body was like a sandbag thrown by a catapult; the moment Ryuji Kurosaki loosened his collar, he was sent flying backward.

It traced a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, tumbling several times before finally coming to a stop.

"Knowing you're no match for them, you still dare to throw a punch. Your courage is commendable, but the gap between us can't be bridged by courage alone!"

As Ryuji Kurosaki withdrew his fist, he spoke slowly.

"Damn it! Don't act like you've already won. I haven't lost yet! Ah~~~"

At that moment, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto braced himself on the ground again, growling as he forced himself to stand up.

"is it?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's lips curled up slightly as he took another step.

"Ah~~~"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto let out a beast-like roar, and with a swaying gait, lunged at Ryuji Kurosaki once more.

And the final result.

Obvious.

......

Meanwhile, at the swimming pool behind the Southwest Branch of Suzuran Boys' High School.

The place was dilapidated, the pond water was murky, with withered leaves and garbage floating on it, and it emitted a faint fishy smell.

On the broken cement ground by the pool, dozens of figures dressed in black lily-of-the-valley uniforms sat or stood, the atmosphere as oppressive as the deathly stillness before a storm.

Zhong Jing leaned against a rusty lamppost, a nearly burned-out cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes vacant as he stared at the murky pool water.

His face still bore bruises that hadn't completely faded, and there was a band-aid on his brow bone. He exuded a strong sense of dejection and confusion.

Kawanishi Noboru next to him was in no better condition. He was sitting on an overturned, dilapidated plastic bucket, his hands in his hair, his head bowed deeply.

After their crushing defeat at the Northwest Branch of Fengxian, their factions were severely weakened.

After witnessing Housen's terror and Kurosaki Ryuji's invincibility, a large number of the original core forces and low-level soldiers chose to leave or switch to other factions.

The two factions that once held sway over the Southwest Branch of Suzuran now have fewer than a hundred members left.

The shadow of failure weighed heavily on everyone's heart, like a heavy lead weight.

"Hey...Kawanishi!"

Zhong Jing exhaled a smoke ring, his voice hoarse: "What...what do we do next?"

Kawanishi Sheng raised his head, his face also filled with confusion and exhaustion.

He glanced around at his dejected companions and gave a bitter smile: "What can we do? What else can we do? Go find Fengxian and get revenge?"

At this point, Kawanishi Noboru shook his head again, his tone filled with helplessness, "What are we going to do? The current Fengxian is beyond our capabilities!"

"Is that the end of it?"

A key member with a scar on his face growled in resentment, "Our Linglan territory has been trampled underfoot by Fengxian's bald guy?!"

"What else can we do?"

Another voice, filled with despair, rang out: "Back then, we gathered almost all the strength of our Southwest Branch, and we still lost. And now? Look at how many people are still following us? The morale has collapsed!"

Pessimism and despair spread among the crowd.

Climbing to the top of Lily of the Valley?

Get back at the party?

These once passionate dreams appear so pale and powerless in the face of cruel reality.

What should we do in the future?

Whether to continue to eke out a living at the Southwest branch or to give up completely, no one could give an answer.

Frustrated, Zhong Jing stubbed out his cigarette on the lamppost, sparks flying everywhere.

He scratched his hair hard, the inner struggle and pain almost tearing him apart.

Amidst this suffocating confusion and despair.

Tap...tap...tap!

Clear footsteps came from the shadows at the entrance to the swimming pool.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, but carried a peculiar rhythm, breaking the deathly silence of the place and instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone followed the sound.

Three figures, like sharp blades tearing through the shadows, slowly stepped into this desolate place.

The leader had a meticulously combed slicked-back hairstyle, slicked back and shiny, with each hair clearly defined. He had a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and through the swirling smoke, his angular face, exuding a sharp and domineering aura, was faintly visible.

He wore an open black uniform, revealing a white T-shirt underneath, his hands casually in his pockets, his steps steady yet imposing—he was, in a sense, the ruler of the Suzuran main campus: Minister Osora.

Rumor has it that he could completely rule Suzuran Main Campus if he wanted to, but he hasn't done so until he defeats someone.

A step slightly to his left was a man wearing a baseball cap pulled low and dark sunglasses.

He was lean and fit, dressed in ordinary sportswear, with his hands in his pockets. The brim of his hat and sunglasses almost covered most of his face, revealing only his sharp jawline and tightly pursed lips.

He exuded a silent yet dangerous aura.

He is Takeshi Honma, who is also famous and commonly known as Ashura.

Another eye-catching line was the one walking slightly behind on the right.

He was exceptionally tall and robust, wearing loose-fitting dark sportswear with the words "Lily of the Valley" written on the front and "Strongest" on the back.

He is Ando Ryu, the ultimate creature in the legend of Lily of the Valley!

With the arrival of these three people, the temperature around the abandoned swimming pool seemed to drop suddenly.

An indescribable aura, a mixture of power, danger, and cold scrutiny, instantly enveloped everyone present.

Nakai and Kawanishi Noboru suddenly stood up, their pupils contracting sharply, their faces filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

The dozens of members behind them fell silent instantly, as if they had been choked.

Minister Ozora slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his expressionless face and cold eyes sweeping over Nakai and Kawanishi Noboru.

"Hey, Nakai, Kawanishi Noboru, look at you two, like stray dogs!"

"You've completely disgraced the Southwest Branch School. From now on, forget about ever reaching the top again."

Chapter 166 The Power of the Three

Minister Osora's cold words were like an ice pick, piercing the hearts of Nakai and Kawanishi Noboru, and breaking the stagnant silence beside the swimming pool.

"What did you say?!".

Zhong Jing suddenly straightened his back, his eyes instantly igniting with anger at being humiliated, and his previous dejection was swept away.

Kawanishi Noboru raised his head, his bewilderment replaced by an equally intense sense of humiliation.

He pushed aside his companion who was blocking his way, walked to Zhongjing's side, and said in a low but fiery voice, "Minister of the Sky... when did it become your place to interfere in the affairs of our Southwest Branch?"

The dozens of defeated soldiers behind the two, though still bearing wounds on their faces, still had lingering fear and bewilderment in their eyes towards Fengxian.

But at this moment, faced with the contempt of the visitors from the main campus, a burning anger of shared hatred was ignited.

They struggled to stand up straight, their eyes fixed on the three figures in the center of the arena, radiating a powerful aura of oppression.

This is their territory. Being defeated by Fengxian is simply because they are not skilled enough; they were indeed no match for her.

But being so disrespected by the main campus meant that my dignity was being completely trampled on.

"Oh?"

Minister Okawa's lips curled into an extremely sarcastic smile. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled. Through the swirling smoke, his eyes were sharp as knives: "It seems that failure has not taught you to recognize reality, but has instead made you - even more foolish."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his posture casual yet carrying a cold, all-encompassing air: "Since you think the affairs of the Southwest Branch are none of our business, then..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhong Jing, Kawanishi Sheng, and their men who were barely holding on behind them. His voice suddenly turned cold, like ice shattering:

"Then we'll just have to wipe out all of you disgraceful bastards!"

The moment the words fell.

The already tense atmosphere around the abandoned swimming pool seemed to be ignited by an invisible force.

"Damn it! Just because it's the main campus doesn't mean it's so great!!"

"Kill them!"

"Fuck you, charge!!!"

The dozens of people from the Southwest Branch School, like a pack of enraged wolves, were wounded and demoralized, but their instinct to defend their last shred of dignity overwhelmed everything else.

They roared, like a flood bursting its banks, rushing wildly from all directions towards the three people in the center of the arena.

Dozens against three!

In terms of numbers, this is an absolute crushing victory!

however.

The Minister of the Sky, Ando Ryu, and Honma Masano Takeru, who stood at the center of the storm, showed not a ripple on their faces.

"Ah..."

Minister Osora let out a completely disdainful chuckle.

An Tenglong cracked his neck, then grinned, revealing an almost beastly smile. His massive body lowered slightly, and a violent aura began to emanate from him.

Wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, Takeshi Honma remained silent, but his eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses, seemed even colder.

The next moment, a crowd surged in.

The members of the Southwest Branch who were at the forefront had ferocious expressions as they punched and kicked the three men with a whooshing sound.

An Tenglong has made a move!

His movements were incredibly fast; there was no dodging, only the most primal and violent crushing.

boom! ! !

Like a human tank charging into a wheat field.

An Tenglong's massive body simply took a step forward, threw a punch, and swept his leg!

Each contact was accompanied by a dull, teeth-grinding thud.

Those who rushed towards him were like being hit head-on by a speeding truck; their bodies twisted and flew backward, knocking over those behind them, or even crashing into rusty lampposts or falling directly into the swimming pool.

They either lose consciousness instantly or lie on the ground unable to get up.

An Tenglong's pure strength and speed were unstoppable; the delinquents from the Southwest Branch School of Suzuran were no match for him.

In an instant, screams rose and fell, and figures like kites with broken strings flew through the air.

Masano Honma is like a ghost.

He moved swiftly, weaving through the gaps in the crowd with simple, precise, and deadly movements!

Wherever it went, all that remained were figures falling instantly and painful groans.

His fighting style is efficient, ruthless, and carries an extreme elegance.

Minister Osaka didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

Faced with the attacks rushing towards him, he simply turned his body slightly, tilted his head, or even just swayed his upper body slightly, easily causing those seemingly fierce punches and kicks to miss their mark.