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This may be their chance to make a name for themselves in Group C.

If I defeat Ryuji Kurosaki, my name will definitely be etched in the history of Housen.

Hayato Shibayama was struggling intensely with his emotions.

Reason told him that even Kumakiri Rikiya had submitted so quickly.

Ryuji Kurosaki's strength is probably far beyond what was estimated, and rushing over now would be extremely risky.

But another voice is screaming: this may be my only chance.

If Kurosaki Ryuji were to completely absorb Group D, he would have no chance of resisting him.

In the end, it will probably only be swallowed up by Ryuji Kurosaki.

"Join forces?"

The thought flashed through Hayato Shibayama's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

Narumi Taiga and Toshiro Matoba, those two guys, I don't even know where they are.

It seems too late to join forces now.

In the few seconds he hesitated, the commotion in Group D next door seemed to subside.

This eerie calm was like pouring gasoline on the fire in the hearts of the bald men in Group C!

"Zhishan, it'll be too late if you don't act now!"

"That's right, we can't wait any longer."

There's a saying: "Opportunity knocks but once!"

Several bald men from Group C urged them anxiously.

The last trace of hesitation in Hayato Shibayama's eyes was replaced by resolute determination.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes turning fierce, and waved his hand: "Damn it! Everyone, come with me!"

After thinking it through completely, I realized that instead of waiting to be killed, it's better to take the initiative.

Give it a try!

A bicycle turns into a motorcycle!

"Ow!!!"

"Beat up that Ryuji Kurosaki!"

"Let everyone understand that we are the main characters!"

The bald guys in Group C were all like they'd been injected with adrenaline, howling and shouting, displaying tremendous momentum.

They followed Hayato Shibayama as he rushed out of Class C's classroom, heading menacingly towards the door leading to Class D.

Hayato Shibayama took the lead, even skipping the door.

Instead, he kicked the already battered and dented metal door of the D-group classroom hard!

If the metal gate can be opened.

At this point, they would probably be cursing and swearing.

Chapter 87 Hayato Shibayama was completely dumbfounded.

Inside classroom D, the echoes of the fervent yet weak oaths had not yet completely faded.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and dust.

Kumakiri Rikiya clutched his throbbing, throbbing abdomen, barely managing to stand by leaning against the wall beside him, his face as pale as paper.

But in his eyes when he looked at Ryuji Kurosaki, all the arrogance of the past had vanished, leaving only an almost burning loyalty and fanaticism.

The other bald men in Group D were supporting each other, some kneeling and some sitting.

Their gazes toward Ryuji Kurosaki were filled with awe and deep admiration, a testament to their near-death experience.

at this time.

"boom!!!"

The door to Group D was kicked open from the outside again.

The door, already teetering on the brink of collapse after being kicked by Ryuji Kurosaki, was already dilapidated.

At that moment, it let out a groan of unbearable strain, collapsed completely, and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ryuji Kurosaki! Get out here and face your death!!!"

Hayato Shibayama, like an enraged beast, roared and charged into the smoke-filled entrance first.

The bald guys from Group C behind him surged in like a tidal wave, exuding a do-or-die, crazy aura.

however.

They were not met with the chaotic and weakened enemy they had anticipated.

Inside the classroom of Group D, although it was a mess and the wounded were everywhere, everything was in good order.

Ryuji Kurosaki remained standing in "207" in the same spot, without even changing his posture. He simply turned slightly to the side, his cold gaze fixed on Hayato Shibayama, who rushed in, as if he were looking at a clown, through his glasses.

Behind him, Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and Yuji Oguchi stood in a triangle.

The three men were breathing steadily, their eyes cold, except for some dust and blood that wasn't theirs on them.

He didn't look injured at all.

Hayato Shibayama and the bald guys in Group C who followed closely behind were as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and their fervent momentum of charging forward instantly froze.

Everyone was completely stunned.

Why is it different from what we agreed on?

Ryuji Kurosaki and the others were not injured at all, and they didn't even seem tired.

"Fool...you've delivered yourself to my doorstep..."

Kumagiri Rikiya forced a painful yet mocking smile, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Never mind, things have come to this point, we have no choice but to take action! Brothers, let's go!!!"

Hayato Shibayama suppressed the surging horror and immense sense of loss in his heart, forcibly dispelling his doubts, and let out a roar like a trapped beast fighting for its life.

The bald guys in Group C also sensed that something was wrong.

But knowing the arrow was already on the bowstring, it had to be released.

Relying on their superior numbers, they still howled and pounced on Kurosaki Ryuji and his companions.

"Hmph! You want to play the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind? Sorry! We're not the mantis!"

A cold, mocking laugh rang out, and Jun Kamata's figure shot out like an arrow.

"Get me to know what's going on."

Kamata Jun instantly closed in on a bald man from Group C who was charging at the front, delivering a cunning and ruthless uppercut that landed precisely on the opponent's unsuspecting jaw.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a loud banging sound from the upper and lower jaws.

The bald man didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and his body collapsed to the ground like limp mud with its bones removed.

With a loud shout, he instantly punched a bald guy from Group C, knocking him to the ground, and then plunged into Group C's ranks.

Without pausing, Jun Kamata crashed into Group C like a whirlwind.

Punches and kicks flew, each strike accompanied by a dull thud and a scream.

It instantly attracted a large amount of firepower, disrupting the enemy's formation.

Just as Kamata Jun was creating chaos.

Saejima Toshiyuki and Oguchi Yuji crashed into the crowd like two high-powered rams.

With a sinister grin, Saejima Toshiyuki ducked under the fist of a bald man from Group C, then suddenly accelerated and rushed into the bald man's arms, grabbing him around the waist.

next second.

With a burst of strength from his waist, Toshiyuki Saejima lifted the bald man off the ground.

Then he slammed into another bald man who was huddled together next to him.

"Ah~~~"

With screams, the two bald men crashed heavily to the ground and rolled around in a heap.

Yuji Ooguchi, standing nearby, set his sights on a bald man with no eyebrows.

To the astonishment of his opponent, a fierce right hook slammed into his cheek.

"puff!"

The bald man, spitting out blood and foam, fell backward without uttering a sound despite being hit in the chin.

Without a doubt, the battle was almost entirely a one-sided massacre.

After all, the bald guys in Group C and Group D are almost equally matched in terms of overall combat strength.

If the bald guys in Group D couldn't stop Jun Kamata and his two companions, then naturally the bald guys in Group C couldn't either.

soon.

Group C's aggressive charge was utterly crushed, like waves crashing against rocks.

In Group D of the first year, more than a dozen more figures groaning in pain were added.

The bald guys in Group C were lying haphazardly on the ground, their condition not much better than Group D's.

After the battle, there were even more wrecked tables and chairs, and the smoke and dust mixed with the smell of blood were almost oppressive.

At this moment, among Group C, only Hayato Shibayama was still standing there.

Also at this moment.

Taking advantage of the moment when Kamata Jun's right leg was grabbed by a bald man lying on the ground, Shibayama Hayato charged straight at Kurosaki Ryuji.

They brought their own people over to take advantage of the situation.

If you don't even get to meet their general, you'll be taken care of by their underlings.

That would be far too embarrassing.

No matter what, we have to fight that boss.

Ryuji Kurosaki is indeed very strong.

Shibayama Hayato also understood.

But what if Kurosaki Ryuji was too exhausted when he dealt with Group D, and is now just putting on a brave front but being weak inside, so that he might end up taking himself down?

You never know, there's always a chance something might happen.

However, a burly figure stood directly in front of him—it was Yuuji Ooguchi.

"This road doesn't work!"

Yuji Ooguchi grinned, revealing his white teeth, his eyes gleaming with a belligerent excitement.

"Go away!"

Hayato Shibayama roared angrily and, without the slightest hesitation, raised his hand to throw a punch, preparing to blast Yuji Oguchi away.

At that very moment, Yuji Ooguchi took a step forward and unleashed his own fist.

The two fists crossed in mid-air.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

Two loud strikes rang out almost simultaneously.

It can be said that the attacks from both Hayato Shibayama and Yuji Oguchi landed on each other's cheeks simultaneously, causing the other to tilt his head and deform his cheeks.

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