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

They realized that whoever the silver-haired man before them was, he had come for Onizuka Eikichi, for revenge.

Begging for mercy is useless, and retreating leads nowhere!

The remaining cadres and thugs roared like wild beasts, their eyes bloodshot, like cornered animals driven to the brink of despair.

With their last vestiges of ferocity, they pounced on that demon-like figure from different directions!

The event room instantly transformed into a bloody arena!

Roars, howls, the cracking of bones breaking, the thuds of bodies hitting walls and chairs, short and shrill screams... all these sounds intertwine, composing a symphony of violent aesthetics.

Ryuji Kurosaki moved swiftly through the crowd, as fast as a ghost and as powerful as lightning.

His movements were devoid of any unnecessary frills; every punch and kick was precise, efficient, and carried a chilling destructive power.

The wind howled from the punches, and the shadows of the legs were like whips.

The figures that rushed forward were like those who had been hit by a high-speed meat grinder. One after another, they were sent flying backward at an even faster speed, either crashing into the wall and losing consciousness, or curling up on the ground groaning in pain. No one was able to stand up again.

Smoke and dust filled the air, mixed with an even stronger stench of blood.

Within a short period of time.

On the floor of the activity room, whether they were delinquents or cadres from the Far East, they were basically lying there in various twisted positions, groaning weakly and in pain.

At this point, apart from Shindouji Ikuya, only one last Far East executive who looked burly remained.

"Ah~~~"

The Far East executive, his eyes bloodshot, roared and charged at Ryuji Kurosaki, throwing his fist.

As Kurosaki Ryuji dodged to the side, he grabbed Kurosaki's wrist and threw him over his shoulder.

boom! ! !

The Far East executive was thrown by Kurosaki Ryuji and slammed heavily onto a table.

The table couldn't withstand the impact and was smashed to pieces.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Far East cadre lay there motionless.

At that very moment, Shindouji Ikuya, who had been standing there without making a sound, suddenly unleashed a desperate and ferocious glint in his eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Just when the other side had dealt with all their men and seemed to have relaxed their guard!

He pulled a dagger directly from his pocket, its cold light flashing.

"what!!!"

Shindouji Ikuya let out a frenzied roar, using all his strength to suddenly leap up, his gleaming dagger aimed straight at Kurosaki Ryuji's unsuspecting lower back.

The speed and the angle were just as tricky as when they dealt with Onizuka Eikichi last time.

The cold blade was about to pierce through the clothing, and one could even imagine the sensation of it penetrating the flesh and reaching the waist.

A hand with distinct joints and a steady, mountain-like demeanor struck first, as if it had been anticipated.

Snapped! ! !

With unparalleled precision, it gripped Shindouji Ikuya's wrist, which was holding the knife, like an iron clamp!

Shindouji Yuya felt as if his wrist had struck a piece of red-hot steel; a sharp pain shot through him, and all his strength was instantly extinguished.

He looked up in utter horror, only to meet Kurosaki Ryuji's slightly turned eyes, those still cold and indifferent, seemingly knowing everything.

In those eyes, there was no surprise, no anger, only a hint of... mockery, as if seeing through a clown's trick?

Immediately afterwards, Ryuji Kurosaki suddenly clenched his five fingers.

Click! ! !

A sharp, chilling crack, the sound of bones snapping and dislocating, suddenly rang out in the deathly silent activity room.

"Ugh!!!"

Shindouji Ikuya let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman, his entire face twisted and deformed from the intense pain.

His wrist, holding the knife, drooped limply at an odd angle.

The dagger in his hand had already quietly appeared in Kurosaki Ryuji's hand.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even glance at Ikuya Shindouji's face, which was twitching in pain, and simply weighed the dagger in his hand.

The blade reflected the stark white light of the room, and as Kurosaki Ryuji swung it twice in the air, several cold glints flashed through the billowing smoke.

Immediately afterwards, Kurosaki Ryuji held the dagger and casually waved it in front of Shindouji Ikuya's pupils, which were dilated from the pain and fear.

The cold metallic luster reflected on Shindouji Ikuya's pale face, but he still said, "Someone like you can't possibly use a knife, can he?"

"I certainly wouldn't use a knife on a person, but are you even human? By the way... was the spot where you stabbed Yingji last time roughly here?"

Ryuji Kurosaki spoke expressionlessly, while his gaze lingered on Ikuya Shindouji's kidneys.

"Gulu~~~"

Shindouji Ikuya's Adam's apple bobbed as an overwhelming sense of fear rapidly spread through his heart.

He couldn't tell whether Kurosaki Ryuji was telling the truth or lying, whether he was really going to take action or was just threatening him.

Amidst this deathly silence, confusion, and the stench of blood.

"Boss!"

A somewhat weak but strangely familiar voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Ryuji Kurosaki paused slightly.

Shindouji Ikuya, as if grasping at a straw, looked towards the door with his last glimmer of hope.

At the entrance of the activity room, two figures appeared out of nowhere.

It was Onizuka Eikichi, whose face was pale, his forehead was still covered with gauze, and his body seemed to be wrapped in bandages, clearly indicating that his injuries had not yet healed.

And supporting him, Danma Ryuji, equally travel-worn, with eyes as sharp as knives.

The two had clearly run all the way here. Onizuka Eikichi's breathing was still a little rapid, his pale face was flushed from the intense exercise, and fine beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead.

Danma Ryuji, holding his partner's arm, glanced at the hellish scene inside the activity room before finally settling on Kurosaki Ryuji.

Onizuka Eikichi took a deep breath, enduring the pain in his body, and managed to break free from Danma's support. He straightened his back, his gaze fixed intently on Kurosaki Ryuji, who stood like a mountain amidst the chaos. His voice carried a hint of pleading, yet was unwavering:

"Boss! This guy..."

Onizuka Eikichi pointed to Shindouji Ikuya, who was trembling on the ground from excruciating pain and fear: "Can't I handle this myself?"

Chapter 174 Lily of the Valley, Here I Come!

The stench of blood that filled the event room and the painful groans of Shindouji Ikuya seemed to become frozen background noise.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept across Eikichi Onizuka's pale face before finally landing on Ikuya Shindouji.

Onizuka Eikichi's request was reasonable.

It was Shindouji Ikuya who stabbed Onizuka, nearly killing him.

It is only right and proper for the victims to avenge this blood debt themselves.

Just then, the task pop-up appeared again.

[Mission detected 3 meters ahead: "Onizuka Eikichi's Request"]

[Quest Description: Onizuka Eikichi's Request: Onizuka Eikichi wants to personally settle the score with Shindouji Ikuya and end this feud. You have chosen to agree.]

[Completion condition: Onizuka Eikichi must personally kill Shindouji Ikuya.]

[Completion Reward: Several attribute values.]

[Note: This will not conflict with the mission "The Guys from Far East High School"]

After glancing at the mission, Kurosaki Ryuji nodded to Onizuka Eikichi without saying anything more.

He stopped looking at anyone, turned around, strode out of the open sliding door of the activity room.

The scene in the corridor outside the door was still like hell, but Ryuji Kurosaki ignored it.

He then pulled the door to the activity room shut behind him.

"Click."

A soft sound separated the inner and outer worlds.

The corridor was filled with the heavy smell of blood and deathly silence. Ryuji Kurosaki leaned against the cold wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

The crisp sound of the metal lighter was particularly jarring in the silence, and the orange-red flame leaped, igniting the tobacco.

He took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the white smoke, blurring his cold profile.

Almost at the same moment he exhaled his first puff of smoke.

"boom!!"

"Ugh—!"

"Thump! Clang!"

Inside the activity room, the sounds of violent physical impacts, Shindouji Ikuya's shrill screams, and the violent crashing and overturning of tables and chairs, like a suppressed storm, were clearly heard through the door.

The sound was filled with primal violence and pain; it was Onizuka Eikichi venting his anger at being ambushed and seriously injured, and it was also Shindouji Ikuya reaping the bitter fruits of his own actions.

Each muffled thud was like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag.

Each scream tore through the air.

Ryuji Kurosaki leaned quietly against the wall, the cigarette between his fingers flickering.

He remained as still as a rock, deaf to the cruel symphony emanating from within the door.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes stared at the pale light at the end of the corridor, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

This was originally Onizuka's battle; he only needed to wait for the outcome.

The commotion inside the door didn't last long.

A few minutes later, with a final, dull thud and a sudden, abrupt, bellows-like hiss, the activity room fell completely silent.

Another ten seconds passed.

"Squeak~~~"

The door to the activity room was pulled open from the inside.

Onizuka Eikichi came out.

His face was even paler than when he went in, and sweat from his forehead mixed with a few drops of splattered blood that weren't his, sliding down his cheeks.

The bandages on his body seemed to have loosened due to the violent movements, and his breathing was rapid.

What was most striking were his fists, with his knuckles bright red and stained with thick blood.

Danma Ryuji followed closely behind and helped his partner, whose steps were a little unsteady.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't ask about the outcome; the silence and the blood on Onizuka Ken were the best answers.

"Gone ¨々."

He said something casually, then turned and walked towards the stairwell first.

Onizuka Eikichi and Danma Ryuji exchanged a glance and followed the silver-white figure.

The three of them traversed the haphazard "obstacles" and left the chaotic Far East High School.

.......

A quiet corner of a nearby coffee shop.

The setting sun streamed through the glass window onto the table, and the rich aroma of coffee filled the air, creating a stark contrast to the bloody violence that had just transpired.

The three sat around a table. Onizuka Eikichi ordered a large glass of ice water and gulped it down several times before he felt the dryness in his throat subside.

Danma Ryuji sat silently to the side.

"I overheard those guys from the Far East mentioning that Kyosuke Masaki is missing. What happened?"

Ryuji Kurosaki sat there, exhaling smoke, looking at the two people opposite him, and his calm voice rang out.