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

"Whether you stand here today or not, no matter how many beatings you take, the final result will not change. Your so-called 'sacrifice' is meaningless, and you can't stop it. You are no longer the leader of the three major factions, but just an ordinary delinquent from Suzuran."

Ryuji Kurosaki shook his head slightly, his tone calm yet undeniably authoritative.

Upon hearing this, Zhongjing's face instantly turned even paler, and his clenched fists turned white at the knuckles.

Ryuji Kurosaki's words were like cold needles, piercing his last shred of hope.

However, at this moment.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in the depths of Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes, as if he had instantly grasped a fleeting thought.

"but..."

Ryuji Kurosaki suddenly changed the subject, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Accepting your suggestion isn't out of the question."

Zhongjing suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

A sliver of hope is like a drowning person grasping at a straw!

"but..."

Ryuji Kurosaki held up a finger, a cruel smile curving his lips: "There's one more condition to add."

He slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and the metal lighter made a crisp "click" sound as the orange flame ignited the tobacco.

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

"The time it takes to smoke a cigarette, no... half a cigarette!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice came through the smoke, clear and cold: "From now on, until this cigarette is half gone."

He carefully placed the lit cigarette into an old, dusty ashtray covered in cigarette butts on the desk next to him, the orange-red cigarette butt flickering in the ashes.

"If you can still stand..."

Even if I lose.

"I promise you, I won't go looking for trouble with your juniors anymore."

Ryuji Kurosaki paused here, his eyes behind the smoke becoming even sharper.

"if..."

He pointed to the slowly burning cigarette in the ashtray and continued, "You collapsed before this cigarette burned halfway down..."

"Then you must submit to me, and you will be responsible for persuading Makise Takashi to submit to me as well."

Conditions are being thrown!

Like a thunderbolt, it struck Zhongjing's heart.

Zhongjing's heart was pounding wildly in his chest!

He stared intently at the slowly burning cigarette in the ashtray, the orange-red flame seeming to scorch his soul.

His mind was racing, a fierce battle between fear of failure and the hope of victory.

Half a cigarette... about... two to three minutes?

Although Kurosaki Ryuji is ridiculously strong, I am definitely no match for him.

But I have fought against him before.

If I give it my all and fight with my own abilities, I might actually be able to pull through.

Soon, a glint of madness flashed in Zhongjing's eyes.

He suddenly raised his head, as if using all his strength, and roared, "Fine! I agree! It's a deal!!"

"Ah."

Ryuji Kurosaki let out a soft, ambiguous laugh, as if he had already anticipated this answer.

The moment his words fell.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Zhongjing unleashed a desperate roar.

He did not choose to defend.

He knew that against an opponent of Kurosaki Ryuji's caliber, pure defense was tantamount to waiting for death.

He wanted to use offense to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, even if it was just to gain a moment's respite.

He mustered all his strength and pounced on Kurosaki Ryuji like an arrow released from a bow.

He clenched his right fist with all his might, and with a whooshing sound, aimed straight at Ryuji Kurosaki's face.

However, in Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes, this desperate lunge was like a slow-motion replay.

He didn't even make any dodging motion.

However, just as Nakai's fist was halfway through its swing...

Ryuji Kurosaki's right fist flashed through the air like lightning, striking first despite being behind!

boom! ! !

A heavy thud, like a hammer hitting a sandbag!

The fist landed with perfect precision and solid force on Zhong Jing's left cheekbone.

"Uh!!!"

Zhongjing felt an unimaginable, terrifying force, far exceeding his expectations, slam into his face like an out-of-control truck.

A loud "buzz" went off in his head.

It was as if the entire skull was groaning.

Suddenly everything went black, and I saw stars. Intense pain and dizziness swept over me like a tsunami!

why? !

A terrifying thought struck his chaotic mind like lightning.

How could that punch be so powerful?!

Compared to when he fought me before, the force was much greater.

Could it be that he... he's been hiding his true strength all along?!

Or...did he become even stronger than before in these two months?

Overwhelmed by immense fear and despair, Zhongjing felt like a moth drawn to a mountain!

It’s over! Completely finished!

This thought just came to mind.

Ryuji Kurosaki's figure appeared as if he had teleported, and he was already right next to him.

His sharp eyes clearly reflected Zhongjing's face, which was distorted by pain and horror.

No mercy!

Without stopping!

Left fist!

Like a cannonball fired from a gun, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, it once again accurately struck Zhongjing's nose and lips, which were completely undefended due to the heavy blow!

boom! ! !

An even duller thud echoed throughout the classroom.

Fresh blood gushed from Zhongjing's mouth and nose like a fountain.

His body seemed to have lost all its strength, and he slumped backward!

But this isn't the end!

Just as Zhongjing leaned back and was about to fall to the ground...

Ryuji Kurosaki raised his right leg like a battle axe, delivering a fierce front kick with the force of thunder, which landed squarely on Nakai's abdomen!

boom! ! !

Zhongjing's body was struck as if by a battering ram, his feet instantly leaving the ground, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, screaming in agony!

Bang! ! !

His body slammed violently through the already rickety wooden door of Class B classroom, crashing heavily onto the cold, hard concrete floor of the corridor amidst splinters of wood and twisted doorframes.

It rolled several more times before stopping!

"Cough...Pfft!!!"

Zhongjing huddled in the dust of corridor 300, his body convulsing violently.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, staining the ground and his uniform on his chest.

He felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart, and his internal organs had shifted. The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave over his remaining consciousness.

He struggled to prop himself up with his arms, but only managed to lift himself slightly before collapsing back down due to intense pain and dizziness, completely losing the strength to get up.

It could only gasp for breath in vain, like a fish out of water, each breath carrying a heavy smell of blood and rust.

In the ashtray.

The cigarette, carefully placed in the ashtray, was still slowly burning its orange-red tip.

The ash had only just begun to accumulate.

There's still a long time before it's halfway through burning.

From the moment Zhongjing lunged at him until he was kicked away like a broken sack and fell in the corridor, completely incapacitated.

Only a few seconds had passed.

In the classroom of Group B, several members who were cleaning up the mess had already collapsed to the ground in terror, staring in horror at Kurosaki Ryuji slowly retracting his leg at the door, and Nakai curled up in a pool of blood and convulsing in the corridor.

Ryuji Kurosaki walked to the classroom door, glanced at Nakai who was lying in the corridor like a dead dog, and his eyes were completely unmoved.

He stepped over the broken doorframe, walked to Zhongjing's side, squatted down in front of him, and spoke calmly:

“Remember your promise, Nakai, and... remember to find a way to help me recruit Makise Takashi.”

After saying that, Kurosaki Ryuji waved to the members of Team B: "Hey...you guys, take Nakai to the infirmary."

"Yes!"

"Understood, Boss Kurosaki!"

The members of Group B rushed over to help Zhong Jing up and carried him toward the infirmary.

With Nakai's complete departure.

The cigarette was still burning slowly in the ashtray, wisps of smoke curling upwards.

Chapter 184: The Sequel!!

The next day, in the open space behind the lily of the valley.

The wind swept a few withered leaves across the cold cement ground.

Zhong Jing leaned against the rusty railing, his left cheekbone wrapped in thick gauze, faintly smelling of medicine and oozing a pale red. A splint was also fixed to his nose, making his voice sound muffled when he spoke.

He looked at Makise Takashi with a complicated expression.

Makise Takashi's astonishment was almost palpable; his thick eyebrows furrowed as he looked Nakai up and down as if he were a complete stranger.

"Hey! Wait, Nakai-san! What did you say? You've decided to go with Kurosaki Ryuji?! Did that guy break your brain?!"

Takashi Makise pointed to the injury on Nakai's face, his tone filled with disbelief.

Nakai did not avoid Makise's gaze; his eyes, hidden behind the gauze, flashed with a resolute look that Makise had never seen before.

Zhongjing took a deep breath, which aggravated his injury. His brows furrowed slightly, but his voice remained exceptionally clear:

"Makase, you should know very well why I entered Suzuran, right?"

Nakai paused, not needing Makise's reply, and continued, "It was to climb to the top, to stand at the highest point. I thought that with our fists, we could carve out our own destiny, but what is the reality?"

At this point, he gave a bitter smile, which aggravated the wound at the corner of his mouth, and hissed, "Reality has taught me that I don't have that kind of magnanimity, nor that kind of strength."