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"Kumakiri Rikiya said in a deep voice."

Whether it was Group A or Group D, everyone's eyes were determined.

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded and continued forward.

With the addition of Group A and Group D.

The team grew instantly!

This silvery-white torrent became even more turbulent.

The entire team marched with even more determination and power, their footsteps like deep drumbeats, striking the street and resonating in the hearts of every onlooker.

As they drew closer to the gates of Fengxian School, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.

"coming!"

At the street corner, the iconic, rugged voice of the fighting spirit rang out.

He led the members of Group C out like tigers descending a mountain, quickly joining the rear of the team.

"Group C reporting for duty! Boss, today we're going to show those senior students what we're made of!"

He brandished his fists, his face filled with ferocity and excitement.

Following closely behind, Hayato Shibayama led the members of Group B out from the other alleyway and neatly joined the group.

"Team B, all members have arrived! Kurosaki-kun, we're ready!"

Hayato Shibayama's voice carried a hint of tension, but even more so, determination.

At this point, the core first-year students under Kurosaki Ryuji's command—Groups A, B, C, D, and E—are all assembled!

More than 100 people!

The silvery-white torrent surged forward with an unstoppable momentum!

Finally, the heavy gate of Fengxian came into view.

However, the area in front of the gate was not deserted.

There were about 20 second-year students, all wearing Fengxian uniforms and sporting shaved heads, already lined up and waiting.

They weren't as outspoken as the first-year students, but their eyes were more composed and experienced.

They are not enemies; in the past two weeks, they have submitted to Ryuji Kurosaki and chosen to stand on the side of the first-year students.

"Boss Kurosaki!"

The second-grade student at the head of the class stepped forward and announced in a loud voice, "We're all here!"

A glint of light flashed in Jun Kamata's eyes as he whispered, "Have all the second-year students arrived?"

Saejima Toshiyuki excitedly clenched his fist: "Haha! Now our chances of winning are even higher."

And it all began at this moment.

A large team of about 150 people, composed of elite first-year students and second-year students.

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Led by Ryuji Kurosaki, they marched through the gates of Housen like unsheathed swords, carrying an aura that cut through all obstacles.

Inside the gate is a spacious playground.

Across the playground, another equally powerful, even more imposing force was already on high alert.

Wu Jiujiang stood at the forefront, his tall figure as solid as a rock, calmly watching Kurosaki Ryuji approach and the imposing team behind him.

Beside him, Mito Makio lazily smoked a cigarette, his long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and a white vest peeking out from under his open uniform.

He stood there seemingly casually.

But his unique, powerful aura, which transcends the rules, is clearly discernible even on this desolate battlefield.

"Brother Wu Jiu, they're here, and their momentum is even stronger than expected!"

Mito Makio's gaze swept over his juniors, who were all brimming with sharpness, with great interest, and then he spoke to Takehisa Eki.

"Yes, that's what makes it interesting."

Wu Jiujiang nodded, a smile on his face, and muttered, "This is how Fengxian should be!"

.. .. ...

Behind Takehisa Eki and Mito Makio was a densely packed army of bald, upperclassmen.

Kota Fuyano, Hisashi Fukagawa, Shoji Gono, Otoko Tsuchiya, and two other Housen executives stood at the front.

Their eyes were cold, carrying the arrogance of someone from a higher grade.

Behind them were more than 190 senior members with imposing presence and fierce eyes.

Most of them were third graders, but there were also many second graders who chose to side with Wu Jiujiangcheng.

Throughout the entire Fengxian Northwest Branch School, apart from a very small number of members who chose to remain neutral and were unwilling to get involved in this top-down struggle.

Almost all of our combat forces are gathered on this training ground!

On one side is a legion of 150 men led by Ryuji Kurosaki, representing new and ambitious forces.

On the other side is a 180-member senior squad representing traditional authority and deep roots, jointly led by the current head of the gang, Takehisa Eki, and Mito Makio.

The two sides stood facing each other, dozens of meters apart.

The air seemed to freeze!

The invisible pressure spread like a tangible tide, making everyone feel suffocated.

Only the fine dust stirred up by the wind blowing across the playground tells the story of the storm that is about to erupt in this space.

Although the number of people was slightly smaller, the team behind Kurosaki Ryuji was by no means weak in terms of momentum.

Their eyes were filled with a desire for victory and absolute trust in Ryuji Kurosaki.

Wu Jiujiang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, breaking the deathly silence. His steady and clear voice echoed throughout the entire playground:

"Kurosaki, it seems you've prepared very well."

"Everyone is here."

Mito Makio also straightened up, casually flicked away the cigarette butt, and locked his pupils onto Kurosaki Ryuji.

"Then... let me see if you really have the right to take it from us..."

"Take this whole Fengxian!"

Listening to what Takehisa Eki and Mito Makio said.

Ryuji Kurosaki spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and crushed it out with the toe of his foot.

He raised his head, his sharp eyes sweeping over Takehisa Eki and Mito Makio, his calm voice carrying an unwavering force:

"Qualifications aren't something you can just talk about."

"Fengxian..."

"I'm going to take it!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere on the playground was completely ignited.

Chapter 112 The Great Battle of Phoenix Immortals

At this moment, on the rooftop of an abandoned factory building near the Northwest Branch of Housen Academy.

A dozen or so figures, as straight as javelins, stood silently at the edge, looking down at the dusty playground of the Northwest Branch School below.

The presence of Ueda Sashio among them reveals that they are indeed from the Tohoku branch of the Housen branch school.

Standing in the very center was a man with long blond hair tied in a ponytail.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, precisely capturing every figure on the playground.

"Sashio...that silver-haired guy, is that the Kurosaki Ryuji you mentioned?"

The blond man had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hands casually in his pockets. His gaze quickly locked onto Ryuji Kurosaki.

"Yes, Brother Guangzheng!"

Ueda Sashio replied immediately.

"I heard that Kurosaki Ryuji recently killed Nakai from the Suzuran Southwest Branch School!"

A Fengxian cadre standing slightly behind, with hair on his head, then spoke up.

"Did they even take down Nakai?"

A playful smile slowly curved the corners of Tsukimoto Mitsumasa's lips as he exhaled a smoke ring: "It seems there's definitely going to be a good show this time."

"It looks like they're about to start!"

The Fengxian cadre reminded him.

......

On the Fengxian playground.

"Two, two, three"

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at Eki Takehisa, Masao Mito, and the others in front of him, took a deep breath, and then shouted:

"Brothers, let's go!"

The loud voice still echoed in the air when Kurosaki Ryuji shot out like an arrow.

"Go on!"

"Come on!"

"Hurrah~~~"

Accompanied by deafening shouts, all the lower-grade members of Housen, like a flood bursting its banks, kicked up rolling yellow dust and fearlessly followed Kurosaki Ryuji, launching a thunderous charge against their seniors.

"Kids... don't let those brats look down on you!"

Wu Jiujiang's voice boomed like thunder: "Let them see the power of us seniors! Crush them!"

"Ho~~~"

The senior students responded even more fiercely.

Led by fierce warriors such as Takehisa Eki, Mito Makio, Fukagawa Hisashi, Fuyuno Kota, Gono Shoji, and Tsuchiya Otoko, this group of battle-hardened bald beasts roared into action, moving like mountains with an overwhelming momentum as they charged towards the silvery torrent before them.

"what!!!"

Two violent forces collided violently!

The deafening roar instantly tore through the air, and the soil beneath their feet groaned in pain under the trampling of countless pairs of shoes, turning into a curtain of smoke and dust that blotted out the sky, making the entire playground seem to tremble!

Soon the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, truly entering a chaotic melee.

The eight fighters representing the top combat power of the first grade—Ryuji Kurosaki, Taiga Narumi, Jun Kamata, Toshiro Matoba, Toshiyuki Saejima, Rikiya Kumakiri, Hayato Shibayama, and Yuji Oguchi—are like eight sharp daggers.

In an instant, they tore a gap in the dense formation of senior students!

With whistling punches and whip-like kicks, ordinary bald upperclassmen were often defeated and sent flying in a single exchange, unable to form an effective barrier.

Meanwhile, the high-level combat power of Housen, represented by Takehisa Eki, Mito Makio, Fukagawa Toshiki, Fuyuno Kota, Fukagawa Toshiki, Gono Shoji, Tsuchiya Otoko, and others, is equally unstoppable.

Wherever they went, the lower-grade ragtag soldiers fell like harvested wheat, unable to withstand their attacks.

The harsh reality quickly brought the henchmen on both sides to their senses, making them realize that fighting these powerful officers alone was futile and like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

So gradually, they began to increase their numbers, not just two people, but even four or five, all surrounding those with high-level combat capabilities.

The man at the forefront, having just delivered a heavy hook punch that sent a senior bald man staggering to his knees, was immediately blocked in front of him by three other senior bald men.

Taking advantage of the moment when he pulled back his fist, one of the older, bald men suddenly crouched down and lunged forward, his arms gripping the waist and abdomen of the fighter like iron hoops.

His fighting spirit and reaction were extremely quick; he delivered a vicious elbow strike to his opponent's back.

The older student's bald head was contorted with pain, but he displayed astonishing resilience, gritting his teeth and refusing to let go.

The other two bald men who surrounded them certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

One of the bald men punched Chang Douzhi directly in the face, causing his head to twist slightly.