Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

After running for half a kilometer, Yamamoto Takeji finally stopped and stood there panting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked helplessly at the group of people blocking his way.

"It seems I really can't escape this time," Yamamoto Takeji muttered to himself, a wry smile on his face. He knew he had tried his best, but facing so many enemies, escape was no longer possible.

Yamamoto Takeji took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then clenched his fists. He knew that a life-and-death struggle was waiting for him.

"Come on!" Yamamoto Takeji shouted, his voice filled with determination. He decided not to flee but to confront them head-on. He rushed toward the side with fewer people, hoping to find a way through.

A member of the Otsukai who was blocking the way saw Yamamoto Takeji rushing towards them and, thinking he was trying to escape, reached out to grab him. However, Yamamoto Takeji was incredibly fast, and his fist struck the man's face like lightning with astonishing force. The Otsukai member was knocked to the ground, unable to move.

Yamamoto Takeji nimbly dodged an enemy's straight punch, then swiftly raised his foot and delivered a vicious kick to the man's stomach. The man's face flashed with pain, his body involuntarily arching. Yamamoto seized the opportunity and swung his elbow again, striking him hard in the back. With a dull thud, the man collapsed to the ground.

Yamamoto Takeji spun quickly, confronting another opponent wielding a club. The man swung his weapon relentlessly, striking him. Yamamoto ducked his head, narrowly avoiding the blow. He took a step forward and delivered a powerful hook to his opponent's jaw. The opponent stumbled backward, reeling from the blow.

At that moment, two other enemies lunged at Yamamoto Takeji simultaneously, one throwing a punch, the other launching a kick. Yamamoto quickly ducked, deftly dodging the blow from above. Simultaneously, he reached out with both hands to tightly grasp the kick from below, pulling hard, causing his opponent to lose balance and fall to the ground in disarray.

Yamamoto Takeji, with his agility and decisive counterattacks, had already successfully knocked down several men. However, the remaining enemies did not retreat. They surrounded Yamamoto Takeji tightly, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, as if planning a new round of attack.

In a small alley, Kurosaki Kawa and Takagi Tetsuji were gasping for breath, one holding his knees and the other holding the wall.

"You're such a tough nut to crack, kid."

"Your ability is average, far worse than Miyamoto Mifumi. It seems that you have been looking for actresses in the past few years since you graduated." Kurosaki Kawa also kept talking.

"I'm going to let you know the taste of death, come on!" Takagi Tetsuji was furious and ordered his men to take action.

The members of the Otsu-kai who had been waiting for a long time immediately rushed up waving sticks.

Kurosakigawa showed no fear in the face of the siege. He nimbly dodged a falling wooden stick with the agility of a cheetah. Then, with a swift, powerful kick, he sent one of his enemies flying backward, slamming him to the ground.

His agility was breathtaking. At that moment, he swiftly snatched the weapon from another's hand and, with a flick of his wrist, immediately drove back the surrounding enemies. This series of movements was fluid and demonstrated his superb fighting skills and sharp reflexes.

However, Kurosakigawa didn't stop his attack. He swung the wooden stick in his hand again, with incredible speed, like a flash of lightning across the night sky. The stick hit another enemy's head with unerring accuracy. The man screamed in agony and fell to the ground, clutching his head.

Wielding a wooden club, Kurosakigawa charged into a flock of sheep like a ferocious tiger. His moves were fierce and varied, leaving the enemy unpredictable. Each strike was precise and unerring, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe. His imposing presence instilled immense pressure on his foes.

In just a few minutes, several injured Otsukai members were lying on the ground. Some groaned, clutching their wounds, while others lay motionless. Although Kurosakigawa also had some bruises, his eyes remained resolute, his aura undiminished.

The remaining Otsukai members watched the scene unfold with a wave of fear. They began to hesitate whether to continue to confront this powerful opponent. After all, Kurosakigawa's strength was beyond their expectations, and continuing might lead to their own defeat.

"Damn trash, he's alone, you guys come on!" Takagi Tetsuji couldn't stand it anymore and gave orders again.

The Otsukai's rules were very strict, and the dozen or so remaining members dared not resist Takagi Tetsuji's orders. After a loud roar to build up their courage, they rushed towards the Kurosaki River again.

"What's the use of having more people coming?" Kurosakigawa snorted coldly and took the initiative to move forward waving a wooden stick.

Kurosakigawa nimbly dodged the attacks, his wooden stick like a venomous snake, repeatedly striking the enemy's vital points. In the blink of an eye, two more Otsukai members fell.

Just when Kurosakigawa was about to beat up this group of people, Takagi Tetsuji suddenly appeared behind him and hit Kurosakigawa hard on the back of the head with a steel pipe.

The blow had an immediate effect, and Kurosakigawa was knocked unconscious to the ground, with blood flowing out of the wound.

"You little brat, you were capable, but I still beat you down." Takagi Tetsuji said arrogantly.

"Mr. Takagi, should we give him to..." A member of the Otsu Society immediately stepped forward and made a gesture of wiping his neck at the end of his words.

"No! Don't you know that those politicians in the government have enacted a law called the Anti-Violence Law? Just give him emergency treatment and leave him here. Whether he survives depends on his luck."

After saying this, Tetsuji Takagi walked away on his own, and the other members of the Otsu Society followed him.

On the other side, after struggling to eliminate more than a dozen miscellaneous soldiers, Yamamoto Goji was still beaten by the people of Otsukai until he was covered in blood. He lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.

Not long after, news broke that the chief of the Blackburn Alliance and the captain of the special forces were beaten into the hospital by the Otsukai, which dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Toyaru Alliance.

The Blackburn Union was even on the verge of a civil war. After all, it was an organization built by Heisakigawa's own strength, and it was too disorganized. Without the leader, it was a mess.