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Kawanishi Sheng felt a buzzing in his head, and his body staggered uncontrollably to the right for several steps. A metallic taste rose in his mouth, and blood spilled from the cracked corner of his mouth.

But this is just the beginning!

Once Kurosaki Ryuji gains the upper hand, his offensive is like a tsunami, relentless and giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

He lunged forward, his steps steady and swift, each punch and kick containing explosive power, his angles cunning and ruthless!

boom!

A vicious uppercut grazed Kawanishi Sheng's hastily raised blocking arm and slammed into his cheek!

Kawakita Noboru was hit so hard that his head was thrown back and blood streamed from the corner of his mouth.

Boom!

Immediately following was a heavy side kick that slammed into Kawanishi Noboru's abdomen!

The excruciating pain instantly curled him up like a shrimp, his stomach churning violently, almost causing him to vomit up all his stomach acid.

Snapped!

Ryuji Kurosaki's swinging fist was like a hammer, slamming into Noboru Kawanishi's already swollen right cheek again. Blood mixed with sweat splattered, like a blooming flower.

Kawanishi Noboru was beaten so badly that he could only rely on his last instincts and willpower to desperately protect his head.

His body swayed violently under the onslaught of Kurosaki Ryuji's furious attacks, like a small boat in a raging storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

His vision had become blurred and blood red, and every breath was accompanied by tearing pain. The intense pain from all parts of his body almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

His nose was bleeding profusely, his brow bone was split open, and his once handsome face was now unrecognizable, covered with bruises and bloodstains.

"Uh...cough..."

Kawanishi Noboru was struck again by a heavy punch, and his back slammed heavily against the side door of an abandoned car with a dull thud.

He leaned against the cold metal sheet, panting heavily, each breath causing excruciating pain in his ribs, his vision straining to focus.

During this brief respite, supported by objects, Kawanishi Noboru's gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

His heart sank to the bottom of an icy abyss.

As far as the eye could see, the number of companions wearing black lily-of-the-valley uniforms was dwindling.

Tamao Serizawa was embedded in the deformed car hood, rendered unable to fight.

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Nakai lay motionless at the feet of Mito Masao in the distance.

Other familiar figures were mostly struggling to hold on under the siege of Fengxian Bald Head, or had already collapsed and were unable to get up.

The bald members of the Phoenix Fairy Assassin Legion clearly had an overwhelming numerical advantage.

What made him even more desperate was the sight of some of the bald-headed men from the Suzuran delinquents.

He was struggling and staggering as he got up from the ground, wiping the blood off his face, and fiercely throwing himself back into the fight!

Their resilience is as tenacious as a cockroach!

The signs of defeat are already apparent!

A chilling despair coiled around Kawanishi Noboru's heart like a venomous snake.

Is Lily of the Valley...going to lose?

"No... absolutely not!"

A near-roaring voice exploded in Kawanishi Noboru's mind.

The pride of the lily of the valley, the dignity of the lily of the valley, the lily of the valley must never be defeated by the impatiens.

Just as Kurosaki Ryuji, with an unparalleled aura, approached again, preparing to deliver the final blow,...

A look of near-madness and determination erupted from Kawanishi Noboru's blood-filled eyes.

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"Lily of the Valley...we absolutely cannot lose!!!"

A hoarse, cracking roar erupted from deep within Chuanxi Sheng's throat.

He straightened up abruptly, his body braced against the car door, and at the same time, he pulled his right hand out of his uniform trouser pocket.

A cold, blinding glint of light suddenly tore through the bloody air beneath the setting sun.

It was a sharpened dagger.

The blade reflected the last rays of the setting sun, shimmering with a chilling, deathly luster!

"Even if it costs me my life, Lily of the Valley absolutely cannot lose to Housen!!!"

Kawanishi Noboru's face was contorted with extreme madness and despair. He gripped the dagger tightly, the tip trembling, yet he aimed it with unwavering determination at Kurosaki Ryuji, who was closing in step by step!

The entire battlefield seemed to have been paused at that moment.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether they were engaged in fierce fighting or had already fallen to the ground, whether they were Linglan or Fengxian, widened their eyes instantly and gasped!

"Brother Chuanxi Sheng?!"

"A dagger?! He...he used a knife?!"

"What a joke!!!"

Incredulous gasps and fearful whispers erupted instantly within the Lily of the Valley camp.

Even these delinquent teenagers, who were used to fighting, knew what using knives meant; it meant they had completely crossed the line of being delinquents.

This goes against the bottom line that delinquent youths tacitly agree on: solving everything with fists.

The bald men in Fengxian were instantly in an uproar, filled with shock and anger!

"Damn it! Doesn't this bastard from Lily of the Valley have a problem getting away with this?!"

"They actually used a knife! How despicable!"

"Chuanxi Sheng! Have you no shame?!"

Ryuji Kurosaki stopped abruptly less than three meters from Noboru Kawanishi.

The calm on his face was broken for the first time.

Those deep, icy eyes were fixed on the dagger in Kawanishi Noboru's hand, which gleamed with a dangerous, chilling light.

There was no fear in those eyes, only disappointment.

Disappointed that Kawanishi Noboru, as the leader of Suzuran, ultimately chose the most wretched and cowardly way.

"Sichuan West Rising..."

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was terrifyingly low, each word like it had been pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling coldness: "Do you... know what you're doing?"

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Kawanishi Noboru's breathing was heavy, like a broken bellows, each breath carrying the smell of blood and a rusty despair.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ryuji Kurosaki, his gaze a mixture of madness, determination, and a hint of fear on the verge of collapse.

The fingers gripping the dagger were white from excessive force, and the tip of the blade trembled slightly in the setting sun, yet it remained aimed at Ryuji Kurosaki.

"Put it down! Kawanishi Noboru!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Several roars of shock and anger echoed from the Lily of the Valley camp.

But most of their companions were silent and shocked. They lay on the ground, watching their faction leader walk into the abyss, powerless to stop him.

Meanwhile, things were in complete chaos in Fengxian!

The bald men of Fengxian were furious, and their roars and curses were deafening!

"You despicable scoundrel!"

"Kawanishi Sheng! You bastard, how dare you pull a knife!"

"Brother Kurosaki! Watch out!"

Mito Makio's golden pupils suddenly contracted, and his lazy demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by the alertness and speed of a cheetah.

Almost without hesitation, he charged towards the core area where Kurosaki Ryuji and Kawanishi Noboru were facing off, like an arrow released from a bow.

Ryuji Kurosaki remained standing in the same spot, the chill emanating from him almost freezing the air.

He looked at the twisted face and trembling knife tip of Chuan “270” Xisheng, and the disappointment in his eyes finally settled into a cold, deathly silence.

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers spread wide, his muscles bulging, as if he were ready to fight a bladed weapon with his bare hands.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and a bloody tragedy seemed imminent!

Just as Chuanxi Sheng let out a beast-like growl, his body slightly hunched, and he was about to pounce on him with his knife, he was about to do whatever it took.

A figure suddenly cut in from the side, faster than Mito Makio.

The figure, with an indomitable spirit, precisely cut into the gap between Kurosaki Ryuji and Kawanishi Noboru.

Without the slightest hesitation, using the momentum of his forward charge, his right fist, like a cannonball, slammed into Kawanishi Noboru's already battered cheek with a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air.

boom! ! !

This punch landed squarely and without any fancy moves on Kawanishi Noboru's cheekbone, the sound so dull it was chilling!

All of Kawanishi Noboru's movements, all his roars, all his madness came to an abrupt halt with that one punch.

He couldn't even utter a cry of pain. It was as if all his bones had been removed. His hand, which was holding the dagger, loosened weakly, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp "clang".

His blood-stained face instantly contorted, and his body, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the cold ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The whole world seemed to have been muted at that moment.

All the roars, all the curses, all the worries vanished.

Only the muffled thud of fists colliding and the crisp echo of the dagger hitting the ground remained in everyone's ears.

The bald men in Fengxian were stunned.

Mito Makio, who was rushing towards them, suddenly stopped, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Even in Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes, a barely perceptible ripple flickered.

All eyes were focused on the figure who had knocked down Kawanishi Noboru with a single punch.

Genjiro Yaki!

He remained in the punching stance, breathing slightly heavily.

The golden rays of the setting sun fell on his sharply defined profile, and his piercing eyes burned with fury.

He slowly withdrew his fist, looked down at Chuanxi Sheng, whose face was covered in blood, and spoke in a low voice, yet his voice carried clearly across the deathly silent battlefield:

"Senior Kawanishi Sheng...you've crossed the line."

Yoshiki Genjiro's gaze swept over the gleaming dagger on the ground.

"Senior Kawanishi, we can't win using such methods... We are Suzuran!"

He practically roared out the last six words, not only to Kawanishi Noboru, but also to all the Suzuran delinquents present.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the fallen Kawanishi Noboru to meet Kurosaki Ryuji's sharp eyes, without flinching in the slightest.

"Next..."

Yoshiki Genjiro took a deep breath and slowly assumed a fighting stance, his spine straight as if he were a long spear.

"Please leave it to me!"

Lying on the ground, Kawanishi Noboru struggled to open his swollen eyelids amidst dizziness and excruciating pain. Through his blurred vision, he could only see the back of the figure blocking him from Kurosaki Ryuji.

At this moment, for the first time, a trace of clear and complex emotion appeared in Kawanishi Noboru's eyes, which were filled with madness and despair: there was the astonishment of being interrupted, and the shame of being lectured by a junior.

But more than anything, it was a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, with a faint glimmer of hope that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

With his last ounce of strength, he made a barely audible sound, mixed with blood and froth, from his throat:

"Ahem...I'm...sorry..."

"Next... it's up to you... Jiamu!"