Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

"Have you finished your conversation? My people have been waiting for you for a long time." Just when Suzuki Musashi was teaching Takahashi Shunsuke, Higashino Arairyu interrupted their conversation and pointed at Murayama Yoshiki who was already standing in the field.

"It turned out to be him. I'm sorry for wronging you, Inoue." Takahashi Shunsuke saw Murayama Yoshiki and said to Inoue Tai beside him.

"I understand." Inoue Tai nodded resolutely and walked towards Murayama Yoshiki.

"What the hell? I thought it would be that guy with glasses or that guy's brother." Murayama Yoshiki was instantly bored when he saw that it was Inoue Tai who came on stage. Murayama Yoshiki had read the intelligence and knew that this Inoue Tai was not a second-tier president, but a guy who was at the bottom of the third-tier presidents.

"Don't underestimate me! I am the chairman of the Inoue Association of the Wanshi Empire!" Inoue Tai was angered by Murayama Yoshiki's indifferent attitude and attacked Murayama Yoshiki directly.

Name: Inoue Tai.

Strength: A-Entry (Senior Cadre Entry)

Combat type: Agility and skill,

Skills mastered: A-level unlimited fighting skills, B-level flexibility.

Name: Murayama Yoshiki

Strength: A+ high (five highs)

Combat type: Strength and blood

Skills mastered: A-level street fighting, A-level blood rage, A+-level blood bull physique, A-level super strength.

Faced with Inoue Tai's powerful attack, Murayama Yoshiki didn't even bother to dodge and directly took the punch with his face.

Dongye Huanglong, who saw this scene, smiled and shook his head. Even though he had learned certain skills, Murayama still had not changed his habit of resisting injuries.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Inoue Tai's fist hit Murayama Yoshiki's face as fast and violently as a meteor. However, to Inoue Tai's surprise, his full-strength punch failed to shake Murayama Yoshiki at all, as if it had completely lost its effect.

The scene before him was exactly the same as when he had previously sparred with Suzuki Musashi. He couldn't even break through the defense, let alone win. A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him, and Inoue Tai couldn't help but feel depressed.

At this moment, Murayama Yoshiki did not take the opportunity to launch an attack, but instead shouted loudly: "Hey, how can you be distracted during the battle? Keep going!" There was a hint of provocation and expectation in his voice.

Inoue suddenly came to his senses, and the anger in his heart was rekindled. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Stop being so arrogant, you bastard!" Then he swung his right fist again and hit Murayama Yoshiki's cheek hard.

However, Murayama Yoshiki did not choose to take the blow head-on this time. Instead, he quickly turned around and threw a backhand punch with lightning speed, heading straight for Inoue Tai's crown. Although Inoue Tai attacked first, Murayama Yoshiki's attack speed was even faster. His fist was like lightning, quickly hitting Inoue Tai's head.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Inoue Tai's body flew backwards four or five meters like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

"It's not over yet."

"It's not over yet." Inoue Tai limped to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then slowly walked towards Murayama Yoshiki. Although he looked seriously injured, his steps were unusually firm.

He had nothing to do with having a lot of health; he was a genuine, fragile assassin. This punch nearly knocked him out of his wits, leaving him severely injured.

As Murayama Yoshiki watched Inoue Tai approach step by step, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had originally thought that Inoue Tai was no longer able to fight, but now it seemed that this man had tenacious perseverance and an indomitable fighting spirit.

But as he looked at Inoue Tai staggering towards him, Murayama Yoshiki's eyes became serious.

"You are a noble warrior. Giving my all to you is the greatest respect for you. So, here I come." After saying this, Murayama Yoshiki jumped high and hit Inoue Tai's eye with a Superman punch, knocking him to the ground. His pupils turned outward and he fainted.

The score between Hu Yaliu and the Wanshi Empire was four to one.

"I'll do it!" Toranosuke Watanabe couldn't bear it anymore and walked towards the battlefield in the middle.

"You come this time, Sanwen. After all, you are the host here." Dongye Huanglong turned his head and looked at Miyamoto Sanwen and said.

"Ah, I won't lose." Miyamoto Sanwen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. After all, he was Suzuran's signature, and this time he was fighting at home, so he was naturally confident of victory.

Miyamoto Sanwen's appearance also attracted the attention of many spectators. They all discussed:

"Are you finally going to make a move? Suzuran guy!"

"As a delinquent high school that has left countless legends, what is the strength of Suzuran High School?"

"It's really exciting, Miyamoto Sanfumi, the overlord of Suzuran."

"I thought it would be that Sato Kenta who would come to fight me." Miyamoto Sanfumi greeted Watanabe Toranosuke with a smile.

"Wouldn't it be better if I were your opponent?" Watanabe Toranosuke snorted coldly.

"Haha, that's true. Well, please give me your guidance." Miyamoto Sanwen, who was criticized, was not angry, but smiled slightly, because he has always believed that strength is respected and never liked to talk with others.

Name: Toranosuke Watanabe.

Strength: A entry level (quasi-five entry levels)

Fighting type: Strength and skill.

Mastered skills: A-level unlimited fighting skills, A-level high burst, B+ level huge strength. Teaming up with his brother will get a joint bonus.

Name: Miyamoto Mifumi

Strength: A entry level (quasi-five entry levels)

Combat type: All-round, thick blood type

Skills mastered: A-level unlimited fighting skills, B+ level flexibility, A-level thick skin and flesh, A-level city apex.

The two guys who had been watching from the sidelines could no longer sit still.

"I wonder if Miyamoto Sanwen can carry the Lily of the Valley brand. After all, his skills aren't that great," a tall man in a floral shirt, sunglasses, and curly hair said with a frown. His voice was low and full of doubt.

The honest, silly-looking, bald man next to him responded with a smile: "Trust our younger generations, they might shine with astonishing brilliance." His tone was relaxed, and he seemed to be full of anticipation for the game.

"I knew you'd say that. I wouldn't have asked." The man who asked shook his head helplessly. But he didn't say anything more because the battle between Miyamoto Sanfumi and Watanabe Toranosuke had already begun.

At this moment, the entire venue was filled with a tense atmosphere. The audience held their breath, watching the two men on the field in silence. Miyamoto Sanfumi and Watanabe Toranosuke stared at each other, their eyes revealing determination and resolve. The distance between them gradually closed, and a fierce battle was about to break out.