Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

Miyamoto Sanfumi, who had already completely rushed into the enemy camp, fully demonstrated his powerful fists and flexible body.

He punched a member of the Otsukai on the cheek, sending him flying. He then quickly punched a black-clad man who had attempted a sneak attack on him in the stomach, forcing him to squat, clutching his stomach.

In a flash, Miyamoto Sanfumi quickly snatched the iron rod from the opponent's hand and swung it hard, knocking him to the ground. Then, he quickly raised the iron rod to block the three iron rods coming from both sides. However, at this moment, a member of the Otsukai seized the opportunity, quietly circled behind Miyamoto Sanfumi with the iron rod, accumulated strength, and hit him hard on the back.

"Hahahaha, I killed their boss!" the Otsukai member shouted triumphantly. However, as he was immersed in his joy, Miyamoto Sanfumi, who had been hit by the iron rod, did not fall down. Instead, he quickly turned around and kicked him in the groin. This blow made the Otsukai member immediately show a painful expression.

Not only that, Miyamoto Sanwen immediately threw away the iron rod in his hand, grabbed the body of the Otsukai member, and used him as a shield to block the iron rod attacks of the other three men in black. The poor Otsukai member could not withstand this series of blows and eventually lost consciousness.

Miyamoto Sanwen didn't even look at the guy who fell to the ground. He flashed and threw two punches and a kick as fast as a ghost, knocking the three men in black to the ground.

Miyamoto Sanfumi was breathing heavily, staring coldly at the Otsukai members and biker gangs who were still endless in front of him.

His body was covered in the blood of the Otsukai members, as if the god of war had descended.

"Hahaha, come on, let's have a good fight!" He roared and rushed into the enemy camp again.

At this time, the battlefield was in chaos and both sides were blood-thirsty.

Miyamoto Mifumi's performance was already outstanding, but there was another person on the field who performed even better than him.

Misaki Mario swung her iron fist, knocking two or three people down with each punch, and three or four people down with each kick. The efficiency of the Qing soldiers was frightening.

However, Mario Misaki frowned, feeling that the group of guys in front of her were completely different from the bad soldiers of the same age she had met before, and were much stronger than them.

Even though he could knock down three or four people with one kick, as if they were nothing special, if they were just bad soldiers, he could easily kick them away.

But now, although it can still be kicked out, the distance is much worse.

"Sure enough, an adult fellow, even if he's just a miscellaneous soldier, is much stronger than an ordinary bad miscellaneous soldier."

As he spoke, Rao waved his fists again and joined the melee.

On the other side, Tyrone was surrounded by three or four people. He brandished the weapons he had snatched and fought fiercely with the enemy. Although he had great strength and could easily defeat his opponents, he did not get enough time to breathe in this melee. Suddenly, an iron rod came from behind and hit Tyrone's head straight.

Tai Long was acutely aware of the sound of air being pierced behind him and quickly turned to react. However, when he saw the iron rod, it was already about to hit his eyes. If it had hit him, it could not only cause blindness, but could even be life-threatening.

At that critical moment, a hand shot out and grasped the iron rod. It was none other than Yosuke Sajima. With incredible speed and strength, he stopped the attack and protected Tai Lung from serious injury.

"Be careful, Tailong. Although these are just ordinary soldiers, they are much stronger than the bad guys we usually deal with. If you are careless, you might really get killed." Sado Yosuke warned sternly. He knew the danger of these biker gang members and could not be taken lightly.

After saying this, Yosuke Sajima forcefully pulled the attacker towards him. Without hesitation, he unleashed a punch, striking the attacker's nose hard. With a resounding crack of bone, the attacker collapsed to the ground, clutching his nose in pain.

"Thank you very much, Yosuke-senpai," Tailong said gratefully. He knew that without Sado Yosuke's timely assistance, the consequences would be disastrous. At this moment, he was full of respect for this senior.

Tai Long did not stop, he quickly kicked out and accurately hit a member of the biker gang who was trying to sneak attack Sajima Yosuke. The kick was so powerful that it directly kicked the other party away and made him fall heavily to the ground.

After doing all this, Tailong had no chance to breathe. He immediately separated from Sado Yosuke and rushed towards the other members of the Otsukai.

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At the same time, in a corner far away from the battlefield, a mysterious man wearing glasses was observing everything through a telescope. His eyes were focused and calm, as if he was studying a wonderful drama.

"Interesting! Just arrived in Toyaru and I'm already seeing this kind of spectacle," the bespectacled man muttered to himself, his lips curling up slightly, revealing a subtle excitement. "But that's good too. Now I can more directly assess the true strength of the delinquents in Toyaru." He then picked up the telescope again and began observing, focusing on those who were performing exceptionally well. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to penetrate all appearances and discern each individual's true strength.

On the other side, in a building not far from Tengu Forest, a group of people were watching the battle. They stood on a high vantage point, overlooking the entire battle.

This group was none other than the Meteor Society members, led by Takiya Genji. Looking at the leaders behind them, all of whom had arrived except Tatsukawa Tokisei, and the dense crowd behind them, it was clear that the Meteor Society had come for more than just spectatorship.

"As expected of our younger generation, they're very capable." Mikami Gou couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as he watched Miyamoto Mifumi and Misaki Mario perform brilliantly on the battlefield. His eyes were filled with recognition and admiration for the younger generation, but also a hint of emotion. These younger generations might even be stronger than he was right now.

"Who do you think will win?" Tokaji Yuji asked calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette. His gaze shifted from the battlefield to the two people beside him.

"It must be the Otsukai's side. After all, they have an absolute advantage in numbers, and Kyoraku Toru, Kagami Ryohei and others haven't made a move yet." Sansugaku took over with a confident smile on his face.

"It's hard to say. Sometimes the number of people doesn't necessarily mean victory. There might be people who disrupt the game. Don't you think so?" Izaki Shun smiled and glanced at Tokaji Yuji, hinting at something.

"Hmph, then I'll bet on Otsu winning!" Tokaji Yuji said somewhat unconvincedly. He took a deep puff of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Whatever you say, I'll bet on the boys from Suzuran to win." Izaki Shun smiled nonchalantly. Anyway, no matter who wins, the Meteor Society will be there to clean up the mess.

At this moment, Tamura Tadata, who had been silent all the time, suddenly pointed in a direction and shouted.

"Hey! Look! What is that?"