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Accompanied by dull, heart-pounding sounds of flesh colliding.

Jing Shenggang's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

The ferocity on his face was instantly replaced by unbelievable pain and horror. His eyes bulged out, and his mouth opened wide involuntarily, but he couldn't make a sound.

He felt as if his fragile ribs had been struck hard by a heavy iron hammer, the immense force penetrating his body, his internal organs seemingly shifting instantly, and a metallic sweetness suddenly surged into his throat.

"Uh..."

A short, whimpering groan escaped his throat.

The next second, Jing Shenggang felt as if all his bones had been removed, and he fell backward with a thud, limp and straight.

"boom!"

The heavy body slammed onto the cold concrete floor with a dull thud.

Jing Shenggang was curled up, his body convulsing violently. He covered the area where he had been hit with his hands, his face turned as white as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face. He had completely lost the ability to fight, and even his groans became intermittent and weak.

One punch!

Just one punch!

Jing Shenggang, a cadre who was once a right-hand man of Chuanxi Sheng, was instantly killed.

The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence!

All of Chuanxi Sheng's former subordinates, who were preparing to charge forward, were frozen in place as if by a spell, their anger instantly replaced by boundless fear and horror.

The way he looked at Ryuji Kurosaki was as if he were looking at a ferocious beast from the primordial era that was ready to devour its prey.

Kawanishi Noboru's pupils also contracted sharply.

My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand.

He had anticipated that Ryuji Kurosaki would become stronger, but he hadn't expected him to have grown to this extent.

He knew Jing Shenggang's strength best, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move?!

"But so what? There's no turning back, only moving forward. I absolutely cannot afford to lose again!"

Shock and grief instantly transformed into rage. Kawanishi Noboru could no longer remain calm, and with a resolute aura, he charged towards Kurosaki Ryuji.

He didn't test the waters; he went all out from the start.

His right fist, like a battering ram, carrying the full force and weight of his body, slammed into Kurosaki Ryuji's chest, while his left arm protected his head and face in preparation for a counterattack!

Despite Kawanishi Noboru's furious attack, Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes remained cold.

He did not choose to confront the attack head-on; instead, his body slid to the side like a ghost, dodging Kawanishi Noboru's punch.

At the same time, his left fist shot out from below like lightning, accurately striking Kawanishi Noboru's exposed right rib area due to his punch.

"boom!!!"

The same dull impact!

Kawanishi Noboru's body trembled violently, his facial muscles contorted instantly, and a piercing pain shot through his ribs.

But as expected of the former leader of one of the three major factions, he gritted his teeth and, using the momentum of his forward charge, forcibly twisted his body and delivered a fierce left hook to Kurosaki Ryuji's temple.

This is a desperate, all-or-nothing fighting style!

Kurosaki Ryuji seemed to have anticipated this, leaning back slightly as he swung his fist, sending a gust of wind grazing Kurosaki's forehead.

Just as Kawanishi Noboru's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, Kurosaki Ryuji's right leg, like a black steel whip, lashed out at Kawanishi Noboru's supporting leg with lightning speed, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

"Ugh!!!"

Kawanishi Noboru could no longer hold back and let out a shrill scream. He felt his left leg fracture and instantly lost all support.

His body suddenly swayed, and he fell heavily to one knee, the sound of his knee hitting the ground making one's teeth ache!

The excruciating pain surged through his nerves like a tidal wave, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He struggled to stand up, but his left leg was completely unresponsive, and the intense pain made his vision go black.

Ryuji Kurosaki gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The moment Kawanishi fell to his knees, he clung to him like a leech, his cold eyes looking down at Kawanishi, whose face was contorted in agony. His right fist, like a hammer of judgment, carrying the power to end everything, slammed into Kawanishi's cheek from below.

"boom!!!"

A heavy thud was accompanied by the faint sound of teeth breaking.

Kawanishi Noboru's head jerked back, his body like a rag doll being pulled by a huge force, and he was sent flying half a meter into the air by the punch.

Then he crashed heavily onto the cold cement ground several meters away!

Blood mixed with saliva gushed from his mouth, his body twitched slightly a few times, and then he completely lost consciousness and remained motionless.

Three strokes!

Just three moves!

Kawanishi Noboru, the former leader of one of the three major factions, suffered a complete and utter defeat, without any suspense.

Just over a month ago, he could still struggle against Ryuji Kurosaki for a while.

Now, they can't even struggle.

The corridor was deathly silent!

All of Kawanishi Noboru's former subordinates stared blankly at their boss, Kazuo Takeshi, who lay unconscious on the ground, and then at Kurosaki Ryuji, who stood like a demon god in the corridor, his breathing not even showing any obvious disorder.

Fear, like an icy tide, completely overwhelmed them!

"A monster...a monster! This guy has completely grown into a monster!"

"Should we...should we run?"

"Running my ass! Kawanishi Sheng is right, we have no way out. Either we live our lives as cowards who keep failing, or everyone come at me together, ahhhhh!"

"That's right, let's fight him!"

"Go! He's all alone! Let's wear him down!"

Someone let out a hoarse roar, as if igniting the last spark.

In an instant, the remaining Kawanishi Noboru's old men in the corridor, still possessing the will to fight, roared desperately and frantically, like a pack of wolves driven to the brink.

Despite their fear, they continued to swing their fists relentlessly, like a black tide, with a determination to perish together, rushing madly towards Kurosaki Ryuji in the corridor from all directions.

"Rush!!!"

"Kill him!"

Faced with their counterattack, Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes remained as cold as ever, without even a ripple of emotion.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward into the surging crowd.

The battle instantly intensified!

The narrow corridor became a cruel meat grinder.

Ryuji Kurosaki moved through the crowd like a ghost, dodging, evading, and counterattacking! His movements were so fast that they were dazzling, and every move was precise and deadly.

A lily of the valley scoundrel lunged at him from the front, trying to grab him around the waist.

Kurosaki Ryuji's body sank slightly as a vicious uppercut slammed into the man's jaw, causing his head to snap back and his body to slump.

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Two men simultaneously threw punches from the side. Kurosaki Ryuji twisted his body strangely, deflecting one punch with his left arm, while his right elbow slammed into the other man's chest like a heavy hammer. The man's face instantly turned purple, and he knelt down, clutching his chest.

With someone grabbing his throat from behind, Kurosaki Ryuji suddenly ducked and kicked out with his right leg like a scorpion's tail, striking the attacker's knee squarely. With a scream, the arm that had been grabbing his throat instantly released its grip.

Someone grabbed his leg from the ground. Kurosaki Ryuji lowered his center of gravity, his supporting leg remained still, and the leg that was being held suddenly lifted upwards, lifting the person off the ground and slamming them hard against the wall next to him.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the person slid down softly.

Another guy came flying in with a howl.

Ryuji Kurosaki neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the flying kick with his own fist.

Fist and foot collide head-on.

The man was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than before.

At this moment, Kurosaki Ryuji was like a tireless, precisely operating killing machine, and wherever he went, people fell like harvested wheat.

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Blood splattered, mingling with wails that echoed in the narrow space.

The corridor floor was quickly covered with fallen lily of the valley.

The groans and painful gasps mingled together like a sonata from hell.

Ryuji Kurosaki moved swiftly through the crowd, his black school uniform resembling the cloak of death.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but the coldness and focus in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He also suffered some attacks, but those attacks seemed to pose no real threat to his powerful body; instead, they only fueled his ferocity.

The battle lasted less than five minutes.

When the last remaining member of Kawanishi Noboru's old group who was still standing was viciously kicked in the chest by Kurosaki Ryuji, crashing through the classroom door like a kite with a broken string, the entire corridor finally fell completely silent.

Dead!

Only heavy breathing and painful groans filled the air.

The entire corridor, from one end to the other, was filled with people lying haphazardly.

Some were curled up and groaning, some were unconscious, and some were writhing in pain, clutching their twisted limbs.

Ryuji Kurosaki stood in the middle of the corridor, like a demon born from bloodshed.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his black school uniform stained with dust, sweat, and specks of blood.

He exhaled a long breath, shook his wrist, and glanced at the chaotic battlefield he had created with his own hands, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.

Then, he took another step.

Black shoes tread across the cold cement floor, over scattered bloodstains, over unconscious bodies, their steps steady and firm, continuing toward the rooftop that symbolizes the final destination.

We will move forward step by step, with unwavering determination.

The shadows of the corridor stretched long behind him, like a darkness that swallowed everything.

Ahead, there's a staircase leading to a higher level.

The rest of the journey went surprisingly smoothly, without any obstacles.

Until we reached the rooftop.

Three figures blocked Kurosaki Ryuji's path again.

Chapter 192 One Against Three

The iron gate leading to the rooftop groaned heavily behind us as it slowly closed.

The leaden sky suddenly opened up, and a damp, cold wind rushed in, dispersing the bloody and dusty smell that permeated the stairwell, but also bringing an even stronger sense of desolation.

Ryuji Kurosaki stepped onto the cold concrete rooftop.

His breathing was slightly heavier than before, and his black school uniform was covered with dust, sweat, and mottled bloodstains.

Sweat mixed with a few streaks of blood trickled down his forehead, but his upright figure remained as sharp as a javelin, his eyes as keen as ever, like tempered iron, firmly locking onto the three figures in the middle of the sky.

There, three people were standing.

It was Yoshiki Genjiro, Tatsukawa Tokio, and Serizawa Tamao.

The three men's gazes were like three invisible blades, simultaneously piercing Kurosaki Ryuji, who had just stepped onto the rooftop.

A heavy silence enveloped the rooftop, with only the mournful sound of the wind.

Genjiro Yoshiki broke the silence first: "Ryuji Kurosaki, you actually came up here!"

Chen Chuan Shisheng spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, crushed it with his foot, and smiled with a hint of amusement: "Hey, you're challenging the whole school by yourself? Fighting from the gate to the rooftop? You've got a limit to how arrogant you can be."

Tamao Serizawa didn't speak; he simply stared at Ryuji Kurosaki, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through everything.