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But his words were also a provocation.

What does it mean to bully the weak?

Since entering Fengxian, I have never been looked down upon like this before.

Furthermore, neither Kamata Jun nor Saejima Toshiyuki knew Yamato and the others, so who knew whether what Oguchi said was true or false.

If this hedgehog-headed guy is taken away, he might never be found again.

"Go! Let's take these guys down first!"

Without further hesitation, Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima led the Housen bald men and charged towards Yamato and the others.

Chapter 201 Unexpectedly Powerful

Jun Kamata's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he rushed to Yamato, the second-in-command of the Sannoh Association.

Without any probing, they launched a fierce offensive.

With swift movements, Kamata Jun closed the distance with a single step, his left fist aimed straight for Yamato's face like a poisonous sting, aiming to defeat him in one blow!

However, Yamato's reaction was unexpectedly quick.

His tall frame displayed a flexibility that belied his size. He suddenly tilted his head to the right, and Kamata Jun's fist grazed his skin, creating a gust of wind.

At the same time, Yamato's thick left arm rose like a steel gate, forcefully blocking Kamata Jun's right hook that followed.

"Bang!!!".

A dull crashing sound sounded.

Kamata Jun felt as if his fist had hit a thick tire, and the recoil made his wrist slightly numb.

He felt a chill run down his spine: this guy's muscles are tough enough.

However, Jun Kamata was, after all, one of Housen's top executives, with extremely rich combat experience.

The moment he successfully blocked the shot, he lowered his shoulder and slid into Yamato's arms like an eel, while simultaneously bending his knee and delivering a vicious knee strike to Yamato's lower back and ribs.

This sudden change of move was extremely fast and the angle was tricky; it was a close-quarters grappling killing move that Kamata Jun had recently learned!

Yamato seemed taken aback as well, and in his haste, he could only tighten his abdominal muscles to tough it out.

"Boom!"

A heavy impact was heard.

Yamato let out a muffled groan, his body swaying slightly, a trace of pain flashing across his face.

Kamata Jun was overjoyed and pressed his advantage. He immediately seized the moment when Yamato lost his balance and his right fist, like a cannonball, carried the force of his whole body spinning, and continued to smash hard into Yamato's face.

This punch brought together all his strength and speed!

"Snapped!"

The fist landed squarely.

However, the expected scene of the opponent falling to the ground did not occur.

Yamato's head merely jerked violently backward, and his body only staggered back half a step.

On that rock-solid face, apart from a red mark, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

"what?!"

Kamata Jun's pupils constricted sharply, in disbelief.

He knew the power of his punch, but his opponent actually took it and didn't seem to be fatally injured.

Is this guy's ability to withstand blows monstrous?!

Just as Kamata Jun was shocked, Yamato's counterattack began.

The moment he regained his balance, his left foot was firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot. He twisted his body violently to generate force, and his right leg, like a giant battle axe, swept from right to left in a terrifying arc with a whistling sound as it tore through the air, fiercely striking Kamata Jun's supporting leg.

This sweeping kick was powerful and fast, like lightning.

Kamata Jun didn't have time to completely dodge and could only hastily raise his knee to block.

"Bang!!!"

It was like a loud thud as a wooden stick being struck hard against a tree trunk!

Kamata Jun felt as if his shinbone was about to break. A sharp pain instantly swept through his body. His left leg, which was used for blocking, was swung away by the enormous force, and he lost his balance and fell backward.

"Ugh!"

Kamata Jun cried out in pain, but he was, after all, an elite executive of Housen.

In the instant he fell, relying on his powerful core strength and fighting instincts, he rolled over to try to dissipate the force and create distance.

However, he underestimated Yamato's speed and power in pursuit.

Yamato, like a persistent ailment, took a single step and caught up with the tumbling Jun Kamata.

His tall frame exuded a strong sense of oppression. His right fist was raised high, carrying an unparalleled weight like a pile driver, and slammed down hard on Kamata Jun's raised chest.

Kamata Jun only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.

"boom!!!"

The power of this punch far exceeded Jun Kamata's imagination; it felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck!

The crossed arms instantly went numb, and the violent force pierced through his defenses, slamming into his chest.

boom! ! !

With a loud bang, Jun Kamata was slammed into the ground and slid backward several meters.

Yamato followed closely behind, kicking Kamata Jun in the chest.

"puff!"

With that kick, a mouthful of blood gushed uncontrollably from Jun Kamata's mouth.

He staggered backward again, his back slamming hard against the alley wall before finally coming to a stop.

Kamata Jun's vision went black, his internal organs churned, his arms throbbed with pain, and his chest felt suffocated.

Blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth, staining the collar of Fengxian's uniform red.

He leaned against the cold wall, each breath accompanied by a tearing pain.

"Uh...cough...it's not...over yet!!"

Kamata Jun forced back the metallic taste that rose to his throat, letting out a roar like that of a wounded beast.

Those bloodshot eyes burned with resentment and madness!

He pushed off the wall behind him with a sudden burst of energy, using the recoil to propel himself towards Yamato like an arrow released from a bow.

Completely disregarding his own injuries and defenses, he swung his fist with a desperate, suicidal intent, aiming straight for Yamato's face.

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"Are you coming again?"

Yamato's expression turned serious, and he gave a low shout.

Faced with Kamata Jun's desperate lunge, he shifted slightly to the side to avoid the punch, while his left arm swept out like a steel whip, delivering a precise counterattack that slammed into Kamata Jun's face.

boom! ! !

The clear sound of the blow instantly echoed throughout the entire alley.

"Ugh!"

Kamata Jun let out a painful scream as his body, like a kite with a broken string, was once again violently thrown away, crashing heavily onto the dusty and pebbly ground.

Blood gushed from his mouth, his vision blurred, and a buzzing sound filled his ears.

But his clenched fists were still digging into the ground.

"what!!!"

Kamata Jun let out a low growl that was hard to understand, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Like a trapped beast on the verge of death, he used his trembling arms to slowly and painstakingly lift his heavy body off the ground again.

... . ....

Despite his swaying body and legs feeling as heavy as lead, he still tried to stand steadily, his blood-stained face contorted in a grotesque grimace as he faced Yamato.

Yamato looked at his opponent, who kept getting up and fighting to the death, covered in blood, and a hint of respect flashed in his eyes, but more than that, he felt a resolute determination to end the battle.

"ended."

Yamato's voice was deep and powerful.

He no longer gave Jun Kamata any more chances.

With a powerful stomp of his right foot, his waist and hips unleashed a terrifying burst of power. His left leg swung up like a battering ram, carrying enough force to break a wooden stake, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek!

This powerful kick was aimed directly at Kamata Jun's chest, which he could no longer defend against!

"boom!!!"

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, exploded in the alley!

Kamata Jun's feet left the ground instantly, and he was kicked backward by the irresistible force, flying through the air in a miserable arc before his back slammed heavily against the wall again!

"puff!"

This time, blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, leaving a glaring crimson stain on the wall.

He slid slowly down the wall, collapsing to the ground like a limp lump of mud, his head tilting limply to one side, completely losing consciousness.

Only his slightly heaving chest, covered in blood and foam, proved that he was still alive.

He simply lost, and lost completely.

But until the very last moment, he never gave up his will to fight.

Chapter 202 Unfavorable Situation

On the other hand, Toshiyuki Saejima's fighting style, like his personality, is ferocious and direct.

He roared and, with great force, pounded his fists at Ah Tie, who had dreadlocks.

"Get ready to take my fist!"

Saejima Toshiyuki roared and delivered a fierce right straight punch straight to Atetsu's face.

However, Atetsu's fighting style is completely different from Saejima Toshiyuki's.

He was exceptionally agile, with a rhythmic flair like a street dancer.

Faced with Toshiyuki Saejima's powerful punch, he did not take it head-on. Instead, he leaned back like a willow catkin, narrowly avoiding the punch from grazing his nose.

At the same time, he swiftly pushed off the ground with both hands, executed a fluid handstand, and then kicked his legs upwards like scorpion tails, aiming straight for Saejima Toshiyuki's chin.

"What the hell?!"

Saejima Toshiyuki was startled and quickly leaned back to avoid it.

A Tie's bizarre "317" movement completely disrupted his rhythm.

Without pausing after landing, Atetsu sprang up as if springy, using the explosive power of his waist and abdomen to deliver a cool whirlwind kick that swept across Saejima Toshiyuki's waist and abdomen.

His movements were fluid and seamless, full of the improvisation and unpredictability of street fighting.

Although Toshiyuki Saejima had the advantage in strength, he was struggling to cope with Tetsu's speed and unpredictable attack angles.

He could only keep blocking and dodging. Every heavy punch and kick that missed its mark drained his energy. Meanwhile, A-Tie was like a slippery eel, always able to counterattack during the gaps in his attacks.

"Damn it! Stop jumping around like a monkey!"

Saejima Toshiyuki was increasingly annoyed and enraged by Atetsu's constant harassing kicks and punches.

He seized the opportunity when Atie took a step back, suddenly burst forward, spread his arms, and tried to grab Atie with brute force, then used his size advantage to suppress him on the ground.

"Want to hug me? Sorry, I'm not interested in men, especially men who are so ugly they don't even need makeup for horror movies!"

Ah Tie muttered to himself, but his movements were anything but slow.

Instead of retreating, he rushed towards Saejima Toshiyuki's embrace.