Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

Now, the remaining Far East scoundrels finally realized what was happening.

"Damn it, kill him!"

"Attack together! Overwhelm him!"

Dozens of people roared like wild beasts, like a swarm of frantic ants, and rushed towards Kurosaki Ryuji, who was standing on the steps, from below the stairs and from both sides of the corridor.

The punches and kicks rained down like a storm.

Despite the overwhelming force that could instantly engulf an ordinary person, Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes remained icy cold.

His actions were simple, direct, and extremely efficient.

There are no fancy moves, only the most basic punches, blocks, and kicks.

But every move he made precisely predicted the opponent's attack route, and every strike inevitably resulted in the fall of an opponent.

boom! ! !

A delinquent who was swinging a stick at the front was hit squarely in the face by a lightning-fast straight punch from Ryuji Kurosaki, causing him to bleed profusely from his nose and fall backward.

boom! ! !

The sneak attack from the side was easily caught by Ryuji Kurosaki, who grabbed and pulled him, causing him to lose his balance. Then, he kicked him in the chest, sending him flying and knocking over a group of people.

"Hug him from behind! Lock him in place!"

At this moment, someone hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to take advantage of the numerical superiority.

Two burly thugs seized the opportunity and pounced on Kurosaki Ryuji from behind, attempting to use brute force to lock his arms.

Just as the two were about to touch him, Kurosaki Ryuji's right leg shot out backward like a battering ram.

boom! ! !

This back kick landed squarely on the chest of the person in front!

"Pfft~~~"

The man was struck as if by a speeding car, spitting out blood as his massive body, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, flew backward like a cannonball.

Even more terrifying, his flying body crashed hard into his companion who was right behind him, as well as two or three other delinquents who couldn't dodge in time.

Like bowling, it knocked over four or five in an instant.

The cries of agony blended together.

Having cleared away the threat behind him, Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes narrowed as he faced the dense crowd surging forward once again.

He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, his muscles bulged, and an even more powerful force gathered at the tip of his fist.

Instead of taking them down one by one, he faced the crowd and threw a powerful punch.

This punch carried an indomitable and domineering momentum, capable of crushing everything in its path.

boom! ! !

Like a bolt from the blue!

The air in front of the fist seemed to be compressed and torn apart.

One of the Far East thugs, who was the first to be hit, was struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, spitting out blood as he flew backward.

Incidentally, he also knocked over several Far East thugs behind him.

It's as if a basic attack carries the power of an area-of-effect attack.

The remaining Far East thugs were utterly terrified.

Looking at the silver-haired figure standing like a demon on the steps, with his groaning companions lying at his feet, their hands holding weapons trembled, and their steps involuntarily began to retreat.

That look in his eyes was no longer fierce, but filled with fear and disbelief.

Ryuji Kurosaki lifted his foot and continued walking up the stairs, the sounds of blows and screams echoing as he passed.

Although many scoundrels from the Far East heard the commotion and emerged from various corners, cursing and swearing.

But still, no one could stop Ryuji Kurosaki's progress.

Not long after, the entire staircase...

Aside from the sounds of heavy breathing and wailing, which intertwined with each other.

It became quiet again.

As soon as Ryuji Kurosaki stepped onto the third-floor platform, he was met head-on by a group of menacing people who were rushing towards him.

The leader was a tall, muscular man with a buzz cut and a hideous scar on his face.

Behind him followed more than twenty equally fierce-looking delinquents from the Far East, who were clearly elite members of the third year.

The man with the buzz cut was cursing loudly: "Damn it! Which stupid bastard dares to trespass on our Far East High School? He's got a death wish, isn't he? Where is he? I'm going to beat the shit out of him!"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Kurosaki Ryuji walking up the stairs.

The man with the buzz cut stopped in his tracks, scanning Kurosaki Ryuji up and down with a fierce look that seemed to want to devour him: "So it's you? Alone? Daring to cause trouble in the Far East?"

The thugs behind him also surrounded him, their eyes filled with hostility.

An eager-to-show-off henchman immediately pointed at the crew-cut man and yelled at Kurosaki Ryuji, "Kid! You're dead! Do you know who's standing in front of you?"

"This is one of the strongest officers in our Far East Third Division, 'Bear' Yamada! He's Boss Shindouji's most trusted right-hand man. If you know what's good for you, kneel down and apologize right now! Maybe if Boss Yamada's in a good mood, he'll just break a few bones and let you go!"

The man known as "Berserk Bear" Yamada crossed his arms and looked at Kurosaki Ryuji with an arrogant and cruel expression, seemingly enjoying his underling's flattery.

Despite this display of force, Ryuji Kurosaki remained completely unfazed.

He didn't even look at the clamoring underlings; his gaze calmly fell on Yamada.

···Requesting flowers·· ···

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he made an extremely strange move, slowly taking out the glasses from his pocket again, putting them on his nose, and looking at Yamada through the lenses as if he were giving him a very serious "look".

Then, he took off his glasses, put them back in his pocket, nodded, and spoke in a flat tone, as if he were commenting on an item:

"Hmm, overall combat strength A- level, indeed... has some strength."

Ryuji Kurosaki then stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between himself and Yamada.

At the same time, his right hand flashed through the air like lightning.

Just as Yamada realized this, he saw that Kurosaki Ryuji's fist was already in front of his abdomen.

There were no fancy moves.

Only the purest, most direct, and terrifying straight punch.

boom! ! !

A dull, heart-stopping thud resounded, like a heavy hammer slamming into tough leather!

"Uh~~~"

The arrogance and rage on Yamada's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and disbelief.

He felt an indescribable, terrifying force, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly pierce through his abdomen, as if his entire intestines were being churned up.

.. ..... ....

His eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't even let out a scream.

The next second, that tall body, as if all its bones had been removed, slumped backward.

But as he fell, the residual force in Kurosaki Ryuji's fist propelled his body forward.

He was slammed against the corridor wall like a heavy, tattered sack, making a dull thud before sliding to the ground, completely unconscious.

Throughout the entire process, he couldn't even make any decent reaction.

silence!

Deathly silence!

The underlings who were just shouting were now frozen in place as if they had been petrified, their expressions changing from fierce to extreme terror and bewilderment.

In their minds, Yamada-san is as powerful as a war god.

He was instantly killed by a single punch?

He didn't even let out a scream?

How can this be? !

Ryuji Kurosaki, however, seemed to have done only a trivial little thing.

He didn't even glance at Yamada, who lay on the ground like mud, but calmly swept his gaze over the dumbfounded Far East thugs in front of him.

Then, he started walking again.

"A monster!"

"Run! Run!"

Someone let out a scream that sounded like a sob, completely shattering the fighting spirit of the remaining twenty or so elite members!

However, it was too late to escape.

Ryuji Kurosaki's figure was like a tiger among sheep!

boom! ! !

One punch sent one flying!

Boom! ! !

He kicked two of them over!

His movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause. Every strike was precise and deadly, and his efficiency was so high that it was despair-inducing.

Those delinquents from the Far East Third Grade were as fragile as paper dolls in his presence.

Screams, cracking bones, and thuds of bodies hitting the walls and floor echoed in the third-floor corridor, weaving together a cruel symphony of violence.

soon.

In the corridor, apart from Ryuji Kurosaki's still upright figure, there were only the Far East delinquents groaning in pain, rolling around and howling, or completely unconscious, like a wheat field ravaged by a storm.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept past the mess on the ground and landed at the deepest part of the corridor.

The tightly closed door, with a sign that read "Special Activity Room for Third-Year Students of Far East High School," was...

Chapter 172 Fear Descends

Inside the event room, thick, murky smoke hung in the air like a sticky gray veil, and every breath carried the pungent smell of tar and alcohol.

Shindouji Yuya leaned lazily against the black leather sofa in the main seat, the cigarette dangling from his lips glowing intermittently, the wisps of smoke obscuring the undisguised smugness on his face.

The low table in front of him was a mess, with empty beer cans scattered like spoils of war, the ashtray filled with twisted cigarette butts, and the overflowing ash covering the tabletop with a dirty, thin blanket.

Surrounding him were three fierce-looking third-year core members, as well as several Far East delinquents.

Their faces bore scars, some deep, some shallow, and their eyes held no trace of youthful innocence, only a bloodlust and excitement ignited by alcohol and violence, like a pack of hyenas that had caught the scent of blood, awaiting their leader's command.

"Tsk... That kid Onizuka Eikichi, he's probably still sprawled in the hospital like a dead dog, right?"

A cadre with thick bandages on his face took a big gulp of beer, the golden liquid dripping down the scar at the corner of his mouth. He grinned maliciously, his voice hoarse: "Boss, that cut you made was clean and swift, a stroke of genius! Let's see how arrogant he can be now!"

And he didn't forget to flatter Shindouji Ikuya.

"Hmph, that guy's tough as nails, but he won't be able to get up anytime soon."

Shindouji Ikuya exhaled a thick plume of smoke from his nostrils, his eyes icy cold.

"The biggest problem right now is that kid, Ryuji Danma. Now that Onizuka is gone, he's definitely itching for revenge!"

In the corner, a Far Eastern thug with a buzz cut and sinister eyes took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled a thick smoke ring, and then said in a deep voice.

"What's there to be afraid of! They're just first-graders!"

A burly cadre, as imposing as an iron tower, slammed his hand on the table, making the empty can rattle loudly. He patted his broad chest and said disdainfully, "We can take down Onizuka Eikichi, one of the Oni-Baku duo. Danma Ryuji is nothing but a toothless stray dog ​​without his partner. We'll find an opportunity to corner him! Just like we dealt with Onizuka Eikichi!"

"Yes! Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!"

"Cripple Danma Ryuji, cripple the Oni-Baku duo."

"From now on, who in this Far East High School, no, in this entire neighborhood, will dare to challenge us?!"