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Suddenly everything went black, and without uttering a sound, he fell straight backward and completely lost consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, Kurosaki Ryuji took a step forward and swept his right leg out with a low kick, which landed on the shin of the second Suzuran delinquent like an iron rod.

"Ah~~~"

The second-ranked delinquent, Suzuran, howled in pain as she was lifted into the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Just then, the third Suzuran delinquent launched a sneak attack from the side, his fist slamming into Kurosaki Ryuji's jaw.

At that very moment,

Kurosaki Ryuji's left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed his wrist.

Those five fingers were like iron clamps, suddenly exerting force to twist and pull.

Accompanied by the chilling sound of joints dislocating and a shrill scream, the man was slammed onto the cold, hard concrete floor with a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw, like a broken sack, kicking up a cloud of dust and instantly losing his fighting ability.

The entire process, from the moment the three pounced on him to when they all lay down, took only a few seconds.

The three fierce Suzuran delinquents were instantly rendered harmless, like flies swatted away.

Ryuji Kurosaki's breathing remained perfectly steady; he simply flicked his wrist casually, as if brushing off a speck of dust.

Let's grab someone and ask them!

Ryuji Kurosaki muttered to himself, his gaze quickly locking onto a Suzuran delinquent.

Noticing Kurosaki Ryuji's gaze and watching him take steps toward her, Suzuran's pupils contracted, as if a lion was opening its bloody maw to pounce on her.

My mind went blank, and my body involuntarily stiffened.

By the time Suzuran recovered from her adverse reaction, Ryuji Kurosaki had already arrived at her.

"Hey! Tell me..."

Kurosaki Ryuji's large hand, like an iron clamp, easily gripped the other man's collar, lifting him off the ground like a chick. His sharp silver eyes stared directly into the other man's pupils, which were dilated with fear: "Where is your boss, Nakai?"

at the same time.

On the other side, Housen executive Fuyuno Kota was being ganged up on by several Suzuran members.

"Pfft!"

With his physical strength nearing its limit, Fuyuno Kota could no longer maintain his balance and collapsed heavily to his knees.

The rain of punches and kicks from the surrounding Lily of the Valley delinquents continued to pour down on his unprotected head, face, and torso.

He tried to curl up to protect his vitals, but his consciousness quickly blurred under the intense pain and heavy blows.

In the end, amidst a blurred, blood-red vision and deafening insults, they could only collapse in despair, completely overwhelmed by the swarming Lily of the Valley soldiers.

Then, in another direction.

"boom!"

A particularly heavy thud.

Hisatsu Masakazu, who had been locked in a fierce battle with Gono Shoji for a long time, already had bruises on his face and blood in his mouth, looking like he was seriously injured.

But his eyes gleamed with cunning and ruthlessness.

Just as he took a heavy punch from Shoji Gono.

As blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again, he took advantage of the moment when the other party had not yet withdrawn his strength and grabbed Gono Shoji's collar.

"Finally caught you!"

Hisatsu Masakazu grinned maliciously, his mouth stained with blood.

"hateful!!!"

Shoji Gono tried to break free.

But Kuzuma delivered a vicious, penetrating knee strike, slamming it into his unsuspecting abdomen and ribs.

"Well!"

Shoji Gono's eyes suddenly bulged out, the excruciating pain causing him to suffocate instantly, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and his body arched into a shrimp-like shape in agony.

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Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Kuzu Shoichi swung his arm down like a battle axe, striking Gono Shoji heavily on the back of the neck.

"Pfft!"

Shoji Gono's vision went black. His powerful willpower could no longer support his heavy body. With a face full of resentment and astonishment, he collapsed into the dust and completely lost consciousness.

Hisatsu Masakazu was also almost completely exhausted, collapsing onto the ground with a thud, wincing in pain.

Looking at the motionless Shoji Gono, Masakazu Hisatsu, panting heavily, muttered, "Finally, I've taken you down!"

With the successive downfall of two key members of Housen, Kota Fuyino and Shoji Gono.

A sense of despair began to spread like a plague in the hearts of the remaining members of the Phoenix Fairy Clan.

"Pfft~~~"

Not far away, Fukagawa Hisashi was once again struck hard in the side of the face by Nakaiichi's powerful right hook, and blood gushed from his mouth.

He staggered backward seven or eight steps before his back slammed heavily against the cold wall on the side of the street, barely managing to stay upright.

.. .. ...

Although it did not fall down.

But judging from his physical condition, he was clearly at his last gasp!

His forehead was split open, blood obscuring half of his vision, his cheeks were swollen high, his mouth was torn, and his chest and abdomen felt like they were on fire.

Each breath brought excruciating, tearing pain, and Fukagawa Hisashi felt as if the scene before him was beginning to shake and blur.

In contrast, Zhongjing was also panting heavily and had many injuries on his body.

Yet his aura remained as fierce as a drawn sword, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, firmly fixed on the teetering Fukagawa Hisashi.

He approached step by step, his heavy footsteps like the drumbeats of death, striking Fukagawa Hisashi's heart.

"Fukagawa...it's over!"

Zhongjing's voice was hoarse from battle and cold as a victor: "I told you, you can't stop me. Don't worry, after I've dealt with you, it'll be your juniors next."

Nakai's words pierced Fukagawa Hisashi's heart like an ice pick. He turned his heavy head with difficulty, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged battlefield.

We've lost...we've lost completely!

Kota Fuyuno collapsed, completely submerged in the black tide.

Shoji Gono also fell.

And I... can't hold on any longer either.

Is it going to be a repeat of the same mistake, and be defeated by Suzuran again?

Fukagawa Hisashi leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily, each breath carrying the smell of blood and despair.

The humiliation of defeat, the worry for the younger generation of Fengxian, and the deep sense of powerlessness against the powerful opponent before him gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

Do not!

This absolutely cannot end like this!

"Haven't lost yet...cough cough cough..."

"We, Fengxian, will never lose! Anyone who wants to harm my descendants will have to get past me first! Zhongjing!"

Fukagawa Hisashi's blood- and dust-stained hands suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger.

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Fukagawa Toshiki...you bastard!"

Nakai's pupils contracted as he looked at the dagger, not expecting that Fukagawa Hisashi would actually pull out a knife.

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A frenzied, reckless, and violent energy.

It instantly shattered Fukagawa Hisashi's last shred of reason.

A sharp dagger, about twenty centimeters long and gleaming with a deadly edge, was tightly gripped in Fukagawa Hisashi's hand.

"Ah~~~"

Fukagawa Hisashi roared, his blade flashing with a frenzied determination to perish together with his opponent, as he charged toward Nakai and plunged it viciously into his chest.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment!

The coldness and confidence of impending victory on Zhong Jing's face vanished instantly, replaced by an incredulous horror.

His pupils contracted sharply at the sight of that deadly, cold glint.

He never expected that Toshiki Fukagawa would go to such lengths.

The sounds of fighting around them seemed to subside, and countless gazes, whether from Fengxian or Linglan, were filled with shock and fear.

Focusing on the dagger that exuded an aura of death.

In the blink of an eye.

The dagger, gleaming with a cold, deathly light, was less than half a foot away from Zhongjing's stomach.

Madness burned in Fukagawa Hisaki's eyes.

Zhongjing felt as if time had been stretched out around him, and the air itself seemed to freeze.

In that critical moment, when life and death were decided, it was a matter of life and death.

A sharp, tearing sound, like the sigh of death, suddenly exploded in Zhong Jing's ears.

That wasn't the sound of a dagger cutting through the air, but something faster, heavier, and more violent.

A silver-white figure appeared beside him, and then, a foot encased in a black leather boot, like a cannonball, delivered a precise side kick to Fukagawa Hisashiki's sword-wielding arm.

boom! ! !

It was accompanied by a loud explosion that shot into the sky.

Fukagawa Hisashi felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if he had been hit directly by a speeding truck.

The entire arm instantly lost all sensation.

The deadly dagger flew from his hand, tracing a chilling arc in the air before crashing to the ground a few meters away.

As for Toshiki Fukagawa himself, he was like a broken sack that had been hit by a giant hammer.

The terrifying force lifted him off the ground, and he slammed into the wall beside him with a heavy thud.

Then she slid softly to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

All this happened in a flash of lightning.

Just a second ago, Nakai was struggling on the verge of death. He only felt a strong gust of wind rush towards him. In a flash, the deadly dagger disappeared. And Fukagawa Hisashi, who had just been fierce and wanted to take him down with him, was now slumped in the corner like a lump of mud.

He froze in place, his mind blank, and he even forgot to breathe.

He was stunned for two or three seconds before he suddenly came to his senses, his heart pounding and his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He struggled to turn his stiff neck and look at the silver-haired man who had just saved his life but exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"Senior Fukagawa, we, the juniors of Housen, don't need you to go to such lengths. We're very strong, much stronger than you, uh..."

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his foot. He was about to say a few more words when he noticed that Hisashi Fukagawa was already motionless: "Has he already passed out?"

More or less, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Ryuji Kurosaki's face.

Guan rushed over to stop him.

He lost control of his strength for a moment.

"you..."

Zhongjing opened his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse, filled with the bewilderment of someone who had survived a disaster and an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

He looked Kurosaki Ryuji up and down in his striking uniform, then glanced at Fukagawa Hisashi lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

It's obvious that Ryuji Kurosaki is also a member of Housen!