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He slowly raised his hand, stopping his companions' hesitant expressions of worry: "The defeat in the southwest of Suzuran truly proved Kurosaki Ryuji's strength and served as a wake-up call for us. But..."

He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with an air of confident certainty: "What's the panic? Do you think our Fengxian Northeast Branch is a pushover?"

He took a step forward, lowering his voice slightly but with even greater force: "Don't worry, I have a plan. I can definitely defeat the Northwest Branch."

He didn't specify what the method was, but the confidence in his eyes sent a chill down everyone's spine.

　(bdcd) Mitsumasa Tsukimoto is not one to make empty promises. If he says he has a way, he must be quite confident.

...........

On the other side, at the gymnasium of Hetian No. 2 High School, Zone 1.

This place has just experienced a one-sided "storm".

The venue, originally used for sports activities, is now a complete mess.

The basketball hoop was askew, the volleyball net was torn, and dozens of figures wearing Kawada No. 2 High School uniforms lay scattered on the floor.

Groans and cries of pain rose and fell, and the air was filled with dust and a faint smell of blood.

Yujiro Ishihara clutched his chest, curled up in pain, and even his breathing felt like it was being torn apart.

Johnson was leaning against an overturned gymnastics mat, his nose crooked, his face covered in blood, and his eyes unfocused.

Shinjo Kyuta was found unconscious in a corner, blood oozing from his nostrils and mouth.

The storm that caused all of this is now standing quietly in the middle of the field.

An Tenglong.

The "ultimate creature" in the legend of the lily of the valley.

His eyes remained eerily calm, and his imposing figure, set against the backdrop of wailing cries, seemed to exude a suffocating sense of oppression at all times.

He casually tugged at the slightly disheveled collar of his uniform, trying to straighten it.

Just then, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

An Tenglong expressionlessly took out his phone and answered the call.

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and incredulous, quickly conveying the information.

A few seconds of silence.

A tiny ripple finally crossed An Tenglong's usually calm eyes, like a pebble thrown into a still lake.

After listening, he simply replied with a single word:

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, An Tenglong casually stuffed it back into his pocket, as if he had only received an insignificant advertising call.

His gaze swept over the struggling students of Kawada No. 2 High School on the ground, finally settling on the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

"Northwest of Fengxian... Ryuji Kurosaki..."

An Tenglong muttered to himself, his voice flat and emotionless: "Those guys from the Southwest Branch... actually lost."

He gently moved his wrist, making a soft clicking sound.

"Alright."

He looked up, his eyes becoming deep again: "When I have time... I should go and take a look!"

This "take a look" is clearly not a visit in the literal sense.

Beneath his calm tone lay a chilling undertone that would send shivers down the spines of anyone who knew his strength.

.............

And on the other side at this time.

The open space behind the southeastern branch of Suzuran Boys' High School.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the edge of the rooftop a bright orange-red.

The Ebizuka trio—Kirishima Hiromi, Sugihara Makoto, and Honjo Toshiaki—were no longer the relaxed people they usually were.

The three leaned against the rusty railing, their faces increasingly solemn, and a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Honjo Toshiaki broke the silence first, his voice low and deep: "Even with the three major factions joining forces, the Southwest Branch was still defeated by Housen!"

"Oh shit!"

Frustrated, Sugihara Makoto slammed his fist on the railing, making a grating metallic sound: "Those bald guys from Housen, they actually managed to do it? Defeat Suzuran Southwest Branch School? What a joke!"

This news was an absolute disgrace to these delinquent youths who took pride in lily of the valley.

Hiromi Kirishima frowned.

He spoke slowly, his voice unusually serious: "This is not just a matter for the Southwest Branch. Since the Fengxian Northwest Branch was able to defeat the Southwest, who will be the next target?"

His gaze swept over his two companions: "Perhaps it will be our Southeast Branch School."

The defeat of the Southwest Branch School made them clearly see the terrifying strength and ambition of the Northwest Branch School of Fengxian.

A sense of crisis quietly crept into their hearts.

"This can't go on like this!"

Makoto Sugihara said, "We're still like a disorganized mess here. The various factions don't like each other and are constantly fighting each other. If we keep fighting like this, what will we use to defend ourselves when Housen really attacks?"

Honjo Toshiaki nodded vigorously: "That's right! We can't hesitate any longer! We must unify the Suzuran Southeast Branch School as soon as possible and unite all our forces into one. Only in this way can we possibly fight against Housen!"

Kirishima Hiromi took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly determined.

The defeat at the Southwest branch campus made him anxious.

He suddenly stood up straight, his voice resolute:

"Let's go! Let's find Hayashida Megumi!"

The biggest obstacle to unifying the Southeast Branch School, or rather, the "final hurdle" that must be overcome, is that guy who is stronger than a human: Hayashi Megumi!

If we defeat Hayashida, then unifying the Southeast Branch School will be a foregone conclusion.

The three of them stormed off the rooftop, crossed the somewhat deserted back alley of the campus, and headed straight for the place where Hayashida Megumi often frequented.

By the riverbank, Lin Tianhui was indeed leaning against the grass, his hands in his pockets, his hood pulled low, as if he were taking a nap.

"Hayashida Megumi!"

Kirishima Hiromi stood a few meters away and shouted in a deep voice.

Makoto Sugihara and Toshiaki Honjo stood on either side of him behind him, forming a triangular formation that exuded an imposing aura.

Lin Tianhui seemed to have been woken up. She slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes under the brim of her hat, as if she had never woken up.

He glanced at the trio before him, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, his face expressionless, and simply uttered a vague "Hmm?"

"Hayashida, we formally challenge you!"

Hiromi Kirishima's voice echoed across the open meadow.

"Challenge?"

Lin Tianhui muttered to herself, and then, under the wary gazes of the trio, slowly stood up.

He stood up straight, still looking listless and unmotivated, his hands still in his pockets.

It was as if he had just stood up and stretched.

However, the moment he stood still...

Kirishima Hiromi has made a move!

He charged out like a cheetah, his right fist whistling through the air as he aimed straight for Hayashida Megumi's face.

Makoto Sugihara and Toshiaki Honjo simultaneously flanked from both sides, one attacking the lower ground and the other locking down the middle.

The Ebizuka trio worked in perfect harmony, their attacks unleashing devastating force!

Chapter 156 Arrival at the Fengxian Northeast Branch School

Faced with this fierce combined attack, the extremely tall Hayashida Megumi's reaction was shockingly simple.

With just a slight shift of his body, Kirishima Hiromi's determined punch grazed the hem of his clothes.

At the same time, he casually took a small step forward with his right foot, his toes blocking Sugihara Makoto's sweeping shinbone.

"Uh!"

Sugihara Makoto felt a sharp pain and numbness in his shinbone, and lost his balance, falling forward.

As Hayashida Megumi turned her body to the side, her left foot, as if spring-loaded, carried an overwhelming force and slammed directly into Honjo Toshiaki's chest, who was lunging at her from the other side.

"boom!"

Honjo Toshiaki felt as if he had been hit by a small truck. He groaned and was thrown backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the grass.

Despite the grass as a buffer, he still spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining the white mask on his face bright red.

Kirishima Hiromi's attack missed its mark, and a warning bell rang in his heart.

Just as he was about to change his move, he saw a foot wearing ordinary sneakers rapidly enlarging in front of him at an unbelievable speed.

Snapped!

A very simple front kick landed on Kirishima Hiromi's abdomen.

There was no earth-shattering display of power, but the force it contained instantly suffocated Kirishima Hiromi.

All his strength was instantly drained away. He hunched over, like a boiled shrimp, clutching his stomach and slowly kneeling to the ground, his face filled with extreme pain and disbelief.

From the moment the three launched their attack until they all collapsed and couldn't get up, the entire process took no more than five seconds.

Hayashida Megumi didn't even move more than three steps.

He looked down at the three people struggling in pain on the ground, his face still expressionless.

He yawned slightly, then slowly turned around, pulled down his hood, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

"Wait...it's not over yet!"

Just then, Sugihara Makoto slowly stood up again, his eyes fixed on Hayashida Megumi.

"Give up, you can't beat me."

Lin Tianhui spoke calmly, her face hidden by the hood, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Ah~~~"

Sugihara Makoto acted as if he hadn't heard and lunged at Hayashida Megumi again.

However, his behavior was much like a moth drawn to a flame.

soon.

Megumi Hayashida has disappeared.

Only Hiromi Kirishima, Makoto Sugihara, and Toshiaki Honjo remained lying motionless on the grass, their violently heaving chests a testament to their continued existence.

Uni-President Suzuran Southeast Branch School?

A challenge to Hayashida Megumi?

Faced with an absolute gap in strength, this seems more like a ridiculous overestimation of one's abilities.

The news of Housen Northwest Branch defeating Suzuran Southwest, and the huge shadow cast by Ryuji Kurosaki, still weighed heavily on their hearts.

The road ahead seems even more uncertain.

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps approached from afar, breaking the deathly silence on the lawn.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, yet they carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, until they stepped onto the grass and the footsteps disappeared.

The three of them looked up alertly, following the sound.

A lean and wiry figure slowly walked over. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, wore an ordinary black tracksuit with his jacket completely open, and his hands casually in his pockets.

His steps were steady, and his chin was slightly raised as if he didn't care about anyone.