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

Their courage was commendable, but the outcome was already predetermined.

Facing this rabble whose strongest fighters had been instantly killed and who were left with only a surge of courage, Kurosaki Ryuji was like a tiger among sheep.

Fists flashed and kicks whistled through the air!

boom! boom! boom! ! !

Dull thuds and piercing screams echoed one after another!

Ryuji Kurosaki weaved through the crowd, each move precise and efficient, like a highly efficient harvesting machine.

The members of Group C were like scarecrows being swept up by a whirlwind, flying backward one after another with screams, crashing onto the concrete ground by the pool or tumbling and bumping into the dilapidated benches.

Some were bleeding from their mouths and noses and unconscious, while others were curled up on the ground groaning in pain.

Soon, on the edge of the pool, apart from Ryuji Kurosaki, who still stood as straight as a javelin, none of the C team members were still standing.

Group C, Year 1, everyone collapsed.

In the murky pool water, Takashi Makise struggled to cling to the pool wall, coughing up a few mouthfuls of water. He struggled to lift his head, his eyes fixed on Ryuji Kurosaki.

Chapter 180 War is never about ruthless methods.

The struggles in the murky pool and the groans on the shore were left behind.

Ryuji Kurosaki walked along the dilapidated exterior wall of the school building towards the corridor connecting to the main building.

His steps were steady, his breathing even, as if defeating Takashi Makise and the entire Group C was just a warm-up.

A barely perceptible ripple flickered in the depths of his eyes.

The look in Takashi Makise's eyes.

It wasn't the fear or submission that followed defeat, but rather a stubbornness as unyielding as a rock.

Ryuji Kurosaki realized that he had encountered his first real tough nut to crack at the Suzuran Southwest Branch School.

This kind of guy can't be truly subdued by one or two, or even eight or ten, instances of physical assault.

It will take time, or rather, a certain opportunity or chance, for someone like Takashi Makise to submit.

However, Ryuji Kurosaki was not in a hurry.

Today is only his first day at Lily of the Valley.

It was just a greeting, a show of force, letting these unruly crows know that a new predator had entered the fray.

The days ahead are still long.

He has plenty of time and patience to slowly break down every obstacle.

Just as Kurosaki Ryuji took a step and entered the dimly lit corridor connecting the main building to the back of the teaching building, he hadn't gone far.

A figure leaned against the mottled wall, blocking the light in front of him.

The man had a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and amidst the swirling smoke, he was none other than Shun Izaki, the leader of Class D, Year 1.

Shun Izaki slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and through the smoke, he looked at Ryuji Kurosaki in front of him with a complicated expression.

His voice was slightly hoarse and carried an imperceptible solemnity.

"Tsk tsk tsk... As expected of the head of Housen, Ryuji Kurosaki."

Shun Izaki flicked his cigarette ash, his tone tinged with self-deprecation and amazement: "You just transferred here on your first day, haven't even had a chance to warm your seat yet, and you've already single-handedly taken down the first-year A, B, and C groups... in such a short time!"

He straightened up, tossed away his cigarette butt, and stubbed it out with his toe. His eyes sharpened. "If I'm not mistaken, next... it should be my turn, Group D's turn, right?"

Ryuji Kurosaki stopped in his tracks, his sharp eyes calmly meeting Shun Izaki's gaze without the slightest surprise.

He nodded and asked in a calm tone, "That's right. Do you want to surrender now? You should know very well that you are no match for me."

"Ah..."

Shun Izaki let out a short, cold laugh, a hint of anger at being slighted flashing in his eyes: "Alone? Ryuji Kurosaki, aren't you being too naive?"

He suddenly raised his voice, which echoed in the narrow corridor: "War is never a game for one person!"

The moment the words fell!

Crash! Bang!

The classroom doors on both sides of the corridor were suddenly pushed open.

From the shadows, like a pack of lurking wolves, more than twenty members of Group D, with fierce eyes and wielding heavy iron rods, suddenly emerged.

They moved swiftly and were well-trained, instantly forming an encirclement and completely blocking Kurosaki Ryuji in the middle of the corridor.

The cold iron rod gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, exuding a murderous aura.

Shun Izaki stood outside the encirclement, a smile playing on his lips, pointing at Ryuji Kurosaki who was completely surrounded.

"You've taken down three groups in a row. Even you must be exhausted by now, right?"

Shun Izaki's eyes sharpened as he tried to find a trace of fatigue on Ryuji Kurosaki's face: "I wonder how long you can hold out against my twenty-odd brothers who are armed...?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze slowly swept over the D-team members around him, who were holding iron bars and had fierce eyes. Instead of showing any fear, his face revealed an extremely disdainful sneer.

That smile was like a lion looking down on a pack of baring hyenas.

"It seems..."

His voice was deep and cold, with an air of domineering condescension: "You lack a clear understanding of true strength."

"Yeah?!"

Enraged by this contempt, Shun Izaki's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Then let me see for myself just how strong your so-called 'true power' really is! Attack!!!"

"Roar!!!"

With a wave of his hand and a command from Shun Izaki, more than twenty members of Group D, wielding iron rods, charged towards Ryuji Kurosaki in the center from all directions, roaring like wild beasts released from their cages.

The iron rod was swung, creating a whistling sound as it cut through the air, like a deadly metal storm that instantly engulfed Kurosaki Ryuji.

Faced with such a siege that would make any expert's scalp tingle.

Ryuji Kurosaki's movements were incredibly fast.

Without the slightest hesitation, his body spun rapidly like a top.

boom!

A vicious spinning back kick, like a steel whip, struck with pinpoint accuracy in the chest of the first D-team member who lunged at him from behind.

The man was thrown backward as if hit by a high-speed truck, screaming and knocking down two people behind him!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Almost simultaneously with kicking the person behind him away, Kurosaki Ryuji's fists turned into two afterimages.

The left fist slammed into the cheek of the person on the left, and the right fist smashed into the face of the person on the right.

A loud, muffled groan rang out almost simultaneously.

The two D team members who were hit collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

The offensive was relentless and unending!

Iron rods rained down like raindrops!

Snapped! ! !

An iron rod, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, slammed solidly into Ryuji Kurosaki's back, producing a dull thud!

However, the grin on the face of the D team member who made the move froze instantly, replaced by extreme astonishment and disbelief.

He felt as if his iron rod had struck a solid steel ingot covered in leather. The enormous recoil made his hands go numb, while Kurosaki Ryuji's body didn't even sway.

It was as if the blow that could have shattered an ordinary person's bones had merely tickled him.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even turn around.

He relied solely on his terrifying fighting instincts, using the momentum of his rotation to unleash his right fist like a cannonball, whistling through the air as it slammed backward.

boom! Click!

The fist slammed solidly into the astonished face of the attacker.

A clear sound of the nasal bone cracking rang out.

The man didn't even utter a sound before his body spun like a broken sack and flew out, crashing heavily against the wall before sliding to the ground and completely losing consciousness.

This inhuman scene sent a chill down the spines of the surrounding D group members!

But the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

More people rushed forward, their eyes red with anger.

Ryuji Kurosaki was like a tiger among wolves; his movements were devoid of any fancy tricks, consisting only of the most direct and efficient blocking and counter-attacks.

He raised his arm and used his forearm to forcefully deflect the iron bar that was about to strike his temple, while simultaneously kicking out and sending the attacker flying several meters.

He dodged the sweeping iron bar by sidestepping it, and then delivered a vicious elbow strike to his opponent's ribs, the clear sound of bones cracking accompanied by a scream.

He grabbed the wrist of a D group member who was swinging a baton, twisted it like an iron clamp, and snatched the baton away amidst the other person's screams. He then swung the bat at another person, who instantly rolled his eyes back and collapsed.

At this moment, Ryuji Kurosaki was like a grim reaper dancing in a storm of metal.

Every block was incredibly precise, and every counterattack inevitably resulted in an opponent's scream as they fell to the ground.

Those heavy iron bars looked as ridiculous to him as plastic toys waving around by a child.

His strength, speed, and resilience were completely beyond the comprehension of these D Group members!

Screams, the sound of iron bars crashing down, the cracking of bones, and the muffled thuds of bodies hitting the walls and the ground intertwined in the narrow corridor, creating a bloody and cruel symphony.

Shun Izaki stood outside the encirclement, his confidence and ruthlessness long gone, replaced by growing shock and disbelief.

He watched as his twenty-odd most capable men, armed with weapons, were easily torn apart like paper dolls in front of that man.

Ryuji Kurosaki's movements did not slow down due to "exhaustion," but instead became more and more courageous, like a tireless perpetual motion machine.

His so-called "attack by attrition" strategy became a complete joke in the face of the opponent's inhuman physique.

at last.

As the last member of Team D was struck hard in the chin by Ryuji Kurosaki's fierce high kick, his body spun half a circle in the air before crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.

The entire corridor was filled only with heavy breathing and painful groans.

More than twenty members of Group D lay sprawled on the ground, iron bars scattered everywhere.

Ryuji Kurosaki stood in the center of the mess, exhaling a long, slow breath.

He shook his fist, which was stained with the blood and sweat of his enemies, and a few drops of crimson liquid splashed onto the cold ground.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But those black eyes remained sharp as knives, burning with a cold fighting spirit.

He lifted his foot, stepped over the groaning body beneath him, and walked step by step toward the only one still standing, Shun Izaki.

Every step felt like stepping on Shun Izaki's heart.

"Now!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet carried a suffocating sense of oppression: "It's your turn, Shun Izaki."

Shun Izaki's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Ryuji Kurosaki's power had completely exceeded his calculations, and even exceeded his comprehension in some aspects.

This is not the kind of strength a high school student should have.

This is nothing short of a monster in human skin.

Chapter 181 Sweeping Through the Entire First Grade

The corridor was filled with a mixture of smells of blood, sweat, and rust.

The D group members, lying haphazardly on the ground, served as a silent backdrop, highlighting the suffocating tension between the two in the middle.

Shun Izaki's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, and cold sweat mixed with dust trickled down his forehead.

He looked at the man in front of him, whose breathing was only slightly rapid, but whose eyes remained cold and sharp.