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Just then, an iron rod, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, slammed into his back.

Onizuka Eikichi didn't even turn around to block! He just took a deep breath, and the muscles in his back instantly bulged and tightened like granite!

Boom! !

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine!

The force, enough to break an ordinary person's bones, landed squarely on Onizuka Eikichi's back.

However, Onizuka Eikichi's body only swayed slightly.

He didn't even frown.

It was as if it were just a mosquito bite.

He grabbed the iron bar with his backhand, pulled hard, dragged the attacker in front of him, and then delivered a vicious elbow strike to the man's face.

boom! ! !

Blood and teeth splattered.

The battle instantly became intense.

Onizuka Eikichi was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep; his movements were wide and powerful, full of explosive force.

Faced with a barrage of club attacks, he either dodged with incredible speed and angles or simply took the hits head-on with his powerful body.

boom! ! !

A steel pipe slammed into his left arm. He flexed his arm muscles, grabbed the pipe with his backhand, and kicked the other person several meters away.

A thick wooden stick slammed into his shoulder, causing his body to sink and absorb most of the force. He then thrust his shoulder forward, sending the man wielding the stick flying backward, coughing up blood.

He was like a tireless fighting machine; every punch and kick he threw was accompanied by an opponent falling to the ground with a scream.

His body seemed oblivious to pain. Attacks that would break the bones of an ordinary person only made dull thuds when they landed on him, leaving at most a few bruises, but they couldn't truly shake him in the slightest.

The narrow apartment building had transformed into a brutal battleground at that moment.

Screams, curses, the sound of bones breaking, and the clanging of metal filled the air.

Eikichi Onizuka weaved and charged through the crowd, unstoppable!

A few minutes later, dozens of Far East thugs lay on the ground, groaning in pain and incapacitated.

The remaining twenty or so people no longer had the initial ferocity on their faces; instead, their faces showed undisguised horror and fear.

They surrounded Onizuka Eikichi, holding weapons, but no one dared to step forward easily.

This first-year student in front of me is simply a monster!

Their attacks seem to be just a warm-up for him!

Onizuka Eikichi shook his fist, which was covered in blood and sweat. His golden hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead. He was panting heavily, but his eyes were still burning like flames as he scanned the encirclement: "What? Scared now? Weren't you very arrogant just now? Come at me all at once!"

In that brief moment of stalemate!

A sudden change occurred!

A dark shadow, like a venomous snake blending into the night, suddenly darted out silently from the shadows behind Onizuka Eikichi.

Extremely fast.

The target was on Onizuka Eikichi's unsuspecting defensive midfield.

A flash of cold light!

puff!

A muffled, chilling sound, like a sharp blade piercing flesh!

Onizuka Eikichi's body stiffened abruptly, and a cold, sharp pain instantly spread from his lower back throughout his entire body.

He looked down in disbelief as blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining his clothes red.

"Uh!"

Onizuka Eikichi let out a painful groan, the immense impact causing him to stagger forward a step.

The figure who launched the sneak attack succeeded immediately, drew his sword, and retreated with clean, swift movements, carrying a sinister sense of triumph.

He stopped a few steps in front of Onizuka Eikichi, and the light from the street lamp finally illuminated his face.

A face with an extremely sinister and cruel smile.

It is none other than the nominal leader of Far East High School: Shindouji Ikuya.

He flicked the blood off his dagger, watching Onizuka Eikichi clutch his bleeding wound in agony, a twisted and gleeful grin spreading across his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Onizuka Eikichi, weren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Weren't you supposed to be very impressive?"

Shindouji Ikuya's voice was full of disdain: "...Lately, you and Danma Ryuji have been too popular. People all over the Far East, and even outside, only know about the 'Oni-Baku Duo.' People who don't know you might think you're the real bosses of the yakuza!"

He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Onizuka Eikichi like a venomous snake.

"I'm the boss of Far East High! You guys have made me lose face! And... do you think I don't know what you're up to? You want to become the boss of Far East High? You'll climb over me to get there. There's no other way... I have to strike first. Don't worry, after I cripple you, I'll go find that guy Danma Ryuji!"

Shindouji Ikuya's tone carried a hysterical madness.

The intense pain and blood loss caused Onizuka Eikichi's vision to blur, and cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

But Onizuka Eikichi suddenly raised his head, and his blood-stained eyes flashed with a terrifying ferocity!

"You... despicable trash!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Onizuka Eikichi suddenly sprang up, ignoring the excruciating pain in his abdomen and the gushing blood, like a wounded and enraged lion, and punched Shindouji Ikuya, who was standing right next to him.

Shindouji Ikuya never expected that Onizuka Eikichi would be able to launch such a terrifying counterattack after suffering such a heavy blow.

The sneer on his face froze instantly. He only had time to instinctively raise his hand to block, but it was already too late.

boom! ! !

With a loud bang, Shindouji Yu was also hit so hard that his nose bled profusely, and he staggered backward.

"Boss!"

The remaining Far East delinquents were stunned.

　(Qian Zhao) "Give it to me...get him! Kill him! Kill him now!"

Shindouji Ikuya clutched his nose with both hands, bending over and howling in pain.

The remaining twenty or so Far East thugs seemed to wake from a dream. Seeing Onizuka Eikichi's swaying figure, which still exuded a terrifying aura, their fear was temporarily suppressed by their leader's order, and they howled and pounced on him again!

"Come on, you trash!"

Onizuka Eikichi roared, blood gushing from the wound in his abdomen with each movement, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

He felt his strength rapidly draining away, and his vision began to blur, but his indomitable fighting spirit sustained him.

He stopped dodging and adopted a fighting style that was entirely about exchanging injuries for injuries and risking his life.

With each person he defeats, he gains another wound, and bleeds even more.

His movements became slower and slower, his breathing heavier and heavier, and each punch felt like he was consuming his life.

But he continued to fight! Like a blood-soaked demon!

One, two, three... and a dozen more Far East thugs fell to his blood-stained fists and feet.

The ground was littered with groaning, writhing figures; the scene was utterly horrific!

"A monster...this guy is a monster!"

The remaining Far East thugs were utterly terrified. Looking at that blood-soaked, swaying figure who still stood firm, their hands gripping their weapons trembled, and they dared not approach again.

Chapter 170 Solo Journey to the Far East

The remaining Far East thugs watched as Onizuka Eikichi, covered in blood and teetering on the brink of collapse yet still standing firm, trembled as they gripped their weapons, and dared not approach him again.

Just then, a look of extreme madness flashed in Shindouji Ikuya's eyes.

He lunged at Onizuka Eikichi again.

"Ah~~~"

Onizuka Eikichi heard the wind behind him and tried to turn around, but the dizziness from blood loss and the heaviness in his body slowed his movements.

Shindouji Ikuya delivered a flying kick, landing squarely on Onizuka Eikichi's chest.

Onizuka Eikichi staggered backward on the spot, barely managing to stop, but his body, having lost too much blood, could not sustain the fall.

The excruciating pain, blood loss, and dizziness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He knelt down on one knee, his face deathly pale, devoid of any color.

As Shindouji Ikuya looked at Onizuka Eikichi, a twisted, victorious smile slowly crept onto his lips.

A deathly silence enveloped the bloody battlefield at that moment.

Only heavy breathing and the painful groans of the wounded could be heard.

Suddenly, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out in the distance!

Approaching from afar, at an extremely fast speed!

"A cop! It's a cop!"

"Run!"

"Go quickly!!"

The Far East thugs, like startled birds, hurriedly helped up their injured companions and scurried into the dark alley, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Soon, several police cars with flashing red and blue lights stopped in front of the apartment building.

The blinding beam of the flashlight swept across the area.

The police officers looked at Onizuka Eikichi, who was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, and their expressions became extremely solemn.

"Quick! Call an ambulance! Someone here is seriously injured!"

"Seal off the scene! Search for the suspect!"

The sound of sirens and shouts broke the silence of the night.

As the police drew closer, Onizuka Eikichi could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

.....sixteen.....

Narumi Taiga lay leisurely on a beach chair, but his eyes behind his sunglasses keenly caught the subtle yet sudden change in Kurosaki Ryuji's aura after he put down his phone.

The languid seaside atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of oppression, like the calm before a storm brewing in the deep sea.

The cold, sharp aura made Narumi sit up straighter involuntarily.

"What's wrong, boss?"

Narumi Taiga exhaled a smoke ring, his voice tinged with inquiry: "You looked a bit grim after you finished the call. What happened?"

Ryuji Kurosaki turned his gaze away from the rolling waves in the distance and onto Taiga Narumi's face.

His expression had returned to its usual calm, and there was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but deep in his eyes was a chilling coldness.

"No big deal."

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was calm and unwavering: "I have some personal matters to attend to. You guys continue having fun."

He stood up, his tall and upright figure casting a long shadow in the setting sun.

He didn't look at the group of six still drawing circles in the distance, nor did he offer any further explanation.

"I'll be back in about two and a half hours. I'll be gone for a bit."

He added casually.

Narumi Taiga narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses.

He now knows quite a bit about Ryuji Kurosaki.

I know something must have happened, but the boss doesn't want to ruin everyone's precious holiday atmosphere.

Since Kurosaki Ryuji said he would be back in two and a half hours, it meant that he could handle it and did not need their help.

Narumi Taiga nodded and didn't ask any further questions: "Be careful on the road, and come back quickly. I've saved some barbecue for you."