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As Kirishima Hiromi, Sugihara Makoto, and Honjo Toshiaki saw that sharply defined, resolute, and somewhat mature face, their hearts sank.

Goro Tetsuo!

The leader of another major faction at Suzuran Southeast Branch School, and also the most direct competitor of Kirishima Hiromi and his two companions.

Goro Che's gaze swept calmly over the three disheveled figures on the ground, his eyes showing no sympathy or surprise, only a condescending scrutiny, as if he were looking at a few damaged objects.

His gaze finally settled on Kirishima Hiromi, who was barely supporting his body, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity.

"I heard you went to see Hayashida Megumi?"

Goro's voice was deep and had a metallic quality, making it exceptionally clear and cold on the open grassland.

Kirishima Hiromi gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and revealed his eyes filled with resentment and wariness: "Gorilla... what are you doing here?"

Qiang Luoche didn't answer his question, but instead continued to speak to himself: "It seems the result is obvious, you have been utterly defeated!"

These words were like a cold knife, stabbing deeply into the pride of the three people.

Makoto Sugihara let out an angry growl and tried to struggle to get up, but the sharp pain in his abdomen forced him to bend over again.

Honjo Toshiaki's face turned ashen.

Goro Che took a step forward, and the invisible sense of oppression suddenly intensified.

He looked down at Kirishima Hiromi, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable declaration: "Since you have lost, and lost so thoroughly!"

"Leave the Suzuran Southeast Branch to me. I'll take good care of it!"

Goro paused for a moment, his sharp gaze piercing the three of them as if it were a physical object.

"What did you say?!"

Kirishima Hiromi's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly raised his head, his eyes blazing with unbelievable fury.

"What are you talking about, Goro!"

Sugihara Makoto clutched his throbbing calf and cried out in a hoarse voice.

"Although we did lose to Hayashida Megumi, the Suzuran Southeast Branch School is not up to you to decide!"

Honjo Toshiaki also struggled to stand up straight, glaring fiercely at Goro Tetsu.

Despite the three men's intense reactions and angry stares, Goro Che's expression remained unchanged, as if he were merely stating a fait accompli.

He even slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an extremely indifferent, almost mocking smile.

"Oh?"

Qiang Luoche raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the fresh wounds and disheveled appearance of the three: "You? If you're so capable, try and stop me. Now you should focus on healing your injuries. I'll come back for you when you're able to stand up again!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked away at a leisurely pace, just as he had come.

...

Time flies and it’s three days later.

The golden sunlight lazily spilled onto the imposing school gate of the northeastern branch of Housen Academy, giving the cold metal door a warm hue.

As school let out, several delinquents from Fengxian, sporting their signature shaved heads, walked out of the school gate chatting and laughing.

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However, their laughter and conversation abruptly stopped.

About ten meters away directly in front of the school gate, a figure stood quietly.

His striking silver hair gleamed coldly in the setting sun, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes were calm and still, yet like a bottomless, icy pool, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.

He stood there casually, seemingly out of place with his surroundings, yet like a demon statue descended from the sky, casting an invisible shadow on the hearts of everyone who saw him.

"Kuro...Kurosaki...Ryuji?!"

One of the bald men, named Fengxian, cried out involuntarily, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The smiles on the faces of the others froze instantly, replaced by extreme shock and instinctive fear.

They instinctively took a step back in unison, as if getting close to that figure would bring utter destruction.

Defeating Suzuran Southwest Branch School and crushing Kawanishi Noboru, Nakai, Yoshiki Genjiro, and others, their terrifying achievements have long been like the most frightening legends, resounding in their ears.

.. ..... ....

Ryuji Kurosaki seemed oblivious to their reaction, his gaze sweeping calmly over them.

The voice finally landed on the bald man, Fengxian, who had called out his name first. The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the air.

“I’m here to see your lord, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto.”

No unnecessary words, let's get straight to the point.

The bald men from Fengxian looked at each other, their faces filled with apprehension and embarrassment.

After all, the relationship between the two sides is quite complicated.

Although everyone is a phlox.

However, there had been unpleasant conflicts before.

They even agreed to have a fight.

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts flashed through the minds of these bald men.

In the end, it was the bald-headed Fengxian who was called out who, with a stiff upper lip and a slightly dry voice, said, "Then...please...please follow me."

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and with several other companions who were equally nervous and sweating, he carefully led Kurosaki Ryuji into the gate of the Housen Northeast Branch School.

Along the way, all the bald guys from the Tohoku branch who witnessed this scene were stunned the moment they saw Kurosaki Ryuji, and whispers spread like a tide.

"Ryuji Kurosaki? What's he doing here?"

"Alone? What does he want to do?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's because of that incident?"

The news spread like wildfire.

Led by the bald men from Housen, Kurosaki Ryuji had arrived at the entrance of the judo hall.

At this moment, a tense and solemn atmosphere seemed to have already permeated the air.

The bald student who was leading the way stopped at the entrance of the judo hall, took a deep breath, and said in a respectful voice, "Kuro...Kurosaki-nii, Tsukimoto-nii and the others...are inside."

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded slightly, not even glancing at them, and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the judo hall.

Squeak!!

The sound of the wooden door being pushed open was particularly jarring in the quiet venue.

All eyes inside immediately turned to Ryuji Kurosaki.

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The judo hall was brightly lit.

As expected, the core executives of the Tohoku branch, including Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, Sashio Ueda, Hideaki Nikawa, and Kenzo Shida, were all present.

They had clearly received the message, stopped training, and gathered in the middle of the dojo.

When Ryuji Kurosaki appeared at the door, everyone's eyes instantly focused on him, filled with wariness and scrutiny.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze calmly swept over the crowd, finally settling on Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, who was standing at the very front.

He strode slowly to the center of the field and stopped a few steps away from Mitsumasa Tsukimoto.

An invisible aura emanated from him, instantly tensing the atmosphere of the entire judo arena to its limit.

There were no small talk, no formalities.

Ryuji Kurosaki pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

He got straight to the point, his voice calm and direct: "Half a month from now, have you decided how to fight?"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto looked at Ryuji Kurosaki, who had single-handedly stormed into the "enemy camp" yet whose aura seemed to dominate the entire area.

Shaking his head, he thought to himself, "After defeating Suzuran, this guy's aura has become even stronger!"

On the surface, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's voice was calm, with a hint of deliberate ease.

He then stood up, took a step forward, met Kurosaki Ryuji's sharp gaze, and suggested:

"Large-scale melees inevitably harm innocent civilians and are prone to spiraling out of control. To more effectively demonstrate the strength and resolve of both sides, and to bring this to a complete end..."

He paused, glanced around at his companions, then looked at Ryuji Kurosaki and said clearly, word by word:

"How about... three against three?"

"Our Northeast branch and your Northwest branch will each send our three strongest members to a one-on-one duel. Best of three, the winner takes all. How about it?"

After finishing speaking, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto stared intently at Ryuji Kurosaki, awaiting his reaction.

"Three against three?"

Ryuji Kurosaki repeated himself, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

He pushed up his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses, like a searchlight, lingered for a few seconds on Tsukimoto Mitsumasa's seemingly sincere face.

The judo hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Ueda Sashio, Nikawa Hideaki, Shida Kenzo, and the others held their breath, anxiously awaiting Kurosaki Ryuji's response.

And the pop-up panel finally reappeared in front of Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes.

[Mission detected 3 meters ahead: The Battle of Fengxian East and West]

[Mission Description: The Battle of Phoenix Northwest and Northeast Branches: Due to previous incidents, a complete resolution is needed, along with a decision on the power dynamics between the Phoenix Northwest and Northeast Branches. You and Mitsumasa Tsukimoto agree to a battle, with Tsukimoto proposing a three-on-three format. Having absolute confidence in the high-level combat capabilities of the Phoenix Northwest Branch, you accept.]

[Completion Condition: Defeat the Fengxian Northeast Branch School in a 3v3 match]

[Completion Reward: 10 random attribute points, and one random skill level up.]

"This quest has finally been triggered!"

Although both sides agreed to fight last time, the mission was not triggered at that time.

Seeing the mission appear, Ryuji Kurosaki breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, this is related to whether he can reach the legendary level in half a month.

For Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, the few seconds of silence that Kurosaki Ryuji endured felt like centuries.

Having finally accepted the mission, Ryuji Kurosaki's lips curled up slightly, a cold and sharp curve that exuded an air of absolute confidence.

"can."

These two simple words, however, struck like a heavy hammer, announcing the format of the duel that would take place in two weeks.

"The candidates will be decided by each individual, and the location will be the playground of your Northeast Branch School."

Ryuji Kurosaki then added, his tone leaving no room for doubt, as if he were the master of the place.

After saying that, Ryuji Kurosaki turned around decisively and walked steadily toward the entrance of the judo hall.

The heavy wooden door closed silently behind him, shutting out the suffocating figure and taking away the immense, invisible pressure.

Only when Ryuji Kurosaki's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did the air in the judo hall seem to begin to flow again.

"Phew... that guy, just standing there, he exudes such a strong sense of pressure!"

Kenzo Shida was the first to let out a long breath, feeling the cold sweat on his back almost soaking through his uniform.

Ueda Sashio's tense muscles relaxed, but his eyes remained serious.

Incheon Hideaki frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's face was more serious than ever before, with a hint of undisguised heaviness.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over his core team, finally settling on Ueda Sashio and Nikawa Hideaki.

"Did you hear everything?"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's voice was deep, carrying a sense of entrusting a heavy responsibility: "Three against three... on our side, count me in."

He paused, his eyes sharpening as he stared directly at Ueda Sashio and Nikawa Hideaki: "However, against Kurosaki Ryuji... I estimate he has no chance of winning."

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto frankly acknowledged this cruel truth without any attempt to conceal it.