Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice rang out clearly amidst the rapid sounds of punches and kicks, like a cold comment: "But... without enough power, it's all in vain!"

Just as Mito Tatsuya's feint followed by a right hook was easily deflected by Kurosaki Ryuji's forearm.

Ryuji Kurosaki's body, which had been on the defensive, suddenly changed.

Like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting!

His counterattack.

simple!

direct!

rough!

There are no complicated footwork techniques, and no fancy feints!

Only pure, ultimate power and speed!

With a swift downward thrust of his left arm, Ge Kaimei Tatsuya pressed down, instantly locking the tiny opening left by the opponent's attack like an iron clamp.

At the same time, Ryuji Kurosaki's long-awaited right fist, like a cannon shot, tore through the air, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, rising from below.

Following the shortest and straightest trajectory, it crashed down on Mito Ryuya's face, which was slightly leaning forward due to the attack and completely defenseless.

Mito Tatsuya's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

He saw the trajectory of the fist, and his brain issued the command to dodge.

But his body simply couldn't keep up with the opponent's terrifying speed.

boom! ! !

A heavy, thud that made your teeth ache rose into the sky.

The fist landed solidly and without any fancy moves on the junction of Mito Tatsuya's nose and cheekbone.

"Uh!!!"

Mito Ryuya felt an indescribable, terrifying force instantly sweep over his head.

It felt as if my entire head had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Suddenly everything went black, and countless golden stars exploded wildly.

The intense pain, accompanied by a strong sense of dizziness, overwhelmed his consciousness like a tsunami.

He couldn't even feel his nose anymore; warm liquid instantly gushed from his nasal cavity and the corners of his mouth.

He was violently thrown backward, his mind blank, left only with a buzzing roar and a tearing pain.

Kurosaki Ryuji's punch completely stunned him.

All the skill, all the speed, all the ambition.

Faced with such an absolute disparity in power, they are as fragile as paper.

However, Ryuji Kurosaki's attacks did not stop.

He strode forward quickly, as if it were a persistent, intractable disease.

In the instant that Mito Tatsuya instinctively bent over and covered his face due to the excruciating pain and dizziness.

Kurosaki Ryuji's left fist, like a venomous snake, emerged from under his ribs, carrying penetrating power, and slammed into Mito Ryuya's vulnerable abdomen, which was now defenseless.

Boom! ! !

Another dull thud.

Mito Tatsuya's body suddenly arched, like a boiled shrimp.

The excruciating abdominal pain made him feel suffocated, and the acidic fluid in his stomach mixed with the taste of blood rushed straight to his throat.

He couldn't even scream; all his strength had been completely drained in that moment.

But this is not the end!

Ryuji Kurosaki's right fist, like a cold iron hammer, rose again.

Slicing through the air, the third, incredibly precise strike landed on Mito Ryuya's already bewildered face, which was covered in blood and pain.

Snapped! ! !

This punch became the last straw that broke the camel's back!

The light in Mito Tatsuya's eyes was completely extinguished, and his remaining consciousness was utterly shattered.

His body flew backward like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily onto a stack of empty wooden crates.

Boom! ! !

The wooden crate was smashed and cracked, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Mito Tatsuya's body rolled to the ground, curled up in the dust and splintered wood, motionless.

He completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep coma.

The open space fell into a deathly silence.

The only sounds were the rustling of wood chips in the evening breeze and the painful breathing of Mito Tatsuya.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his fist, then took a step forward and stood in front of Tatsuya Mito again.

"...If you want to surpass Mito Makio, if you want to stand at the top, you're far from being able to do it with just these fancy moves, Mito Tatsuya!"

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at Ryuya Mito and shook his head.

He then grabbed Mito Tatsuya and hoisted him onto his shoulder.

"I'll take this guy back first, and I'll come back here to visit again sometime!"

Ryuji Kurosaki waved to Ruka Aizawa, who was standing not far away, and then carried Tatsuya Mito away into the distance.

Chapter 160 Half a month later

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A heavy knocking sound pounded on the tightly closed door of the Mito family home.

The door was suddenly pulled open, and Makio Mito appeared in the doorway.

His gaze immediately fell on Kurosaki Ryuji, and his unconscious younger brother Mito Ryuya, who was being carried on his shoulder.

"Kurosaki!!"

Mito Makio's pupils contracted instantly, and a surge of anger filled his face as his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that they cracked.

Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Who the hell did this?!"

He subconsciously thought that Mito Ryuya had provoked other powerful enemies or was being attacked by multiple people.

Ryuji Kurosaki's face remained expressionless as he calmly met Makio Mito's almost fiery gaze, his voice ringing out clearly: "I did it."

"..."

All of Mito Makio's questions and roars instantly got stuck in his throat.

Like a bucket of ice water poured over a raging fire, the anger on his face froze instantly, then was replaced by utter astonishment and disbelief: "Huh?"

Ryuji Kurosaki then explained what had happened as he walked inside and placed Ryuya Mito on the sofa.

After listening to the whole story, the anger on Mito Makio's face gradually faded, replaced by a deep, complex emotion mixed with helplessness, headache, and a hint of understanding.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.

"That brat..."

Mito Makio muttered a curse under his breath, walked to the sofa, looked at Mito Tatsuya's injured face, and sighed.

He knew his younger brother all too well; he was proud and ambitious, and always aimed to surpass him.

Later, I kept hearing myself mention Ryuji Kurosaki, and I had been thinking for a long time about finding Ryuji Kurosaki to fight.

Given Ryuji Kurosaki's personality, he didn't cripple him on the spot.

They've already shown leniency and given me face.

"I'm sorry... Makio-senpai!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice interrupted Makio Mito's thoughts: "You were a bit too heavy-handed, but... it's good for him to recognize his weaknesses sooner. If Ryuya wakes up, tell him that if he wants to compete for the top of the delinquents, he needs to be stronger than I am now."

Mito Makio waved his hand, his tone filled with a deep sense of helplessness: "To be honest, I don't know whether to blame you or thank you!"

Instead of saying thank you, he beat up his own dear younger brother.

Strangely enough, she taught her younger brother a good lesson.

"If you want to blame me, then come and fight me."

Ryuji Kurosaki suggested with a smile.

"Forget it, if I fight you, I'll just get beaten up anyway. I don't have any masochistic tendencies."

As he spoke, Mito Makio briefly checked Mito Tatsuya's injuries and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no major problems.

"Since you don't blame me, that's perfect. In half a month, there will be a three-on-three match between the Northwest Branch and the Northeast Branch of Fengxian."

Just then, Ryuji Kurosaki changed the subject.

"Three against three? What does that have to do with me?"

Mito Makio was taken aback.

"It's related. I want you to represent the Northwest Branch in the competition."

"What?! I'm not interested in this!"

Mito Makio immediately shook his head repeatedly.

"As a member of the Northwest Branch School, you must listen to the leader, understand, Makio-senpai!"

Ryuji Kurosaki seemed to have anticipated his reaction, grabbing Makio Mito's shoulder and adjusting his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light so that it was impossible to see the emotion in his eyes.

"By the way, your younger brother, Mito Ryuya, just said he's going to raze our Fengxian Northwest Branch School to the ground."

When Kurosaki Ryuji finished speaking, he paused and glanced meaningfully at Mito Tatsuya, who was lying unconscious on the sofa.

"What do you think... should I start giving special 'attention' to this Mito Tatsuya who's determined to crush the Northwest Branch School from now on?"

Every word struck Mito Makio's heart like a heavy hammer.

Looking at the smile on Kurosaki Ryuji's lips, Mito Makio felt a chill run down his spine: "Kurosaki...has anyone ever told you that you're like a devil?"

"Actually, there are quite a lot of people!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's smile remained unchanged as he readily admitted it.

"Honestly, I don't know if having a tribal chief like you is a blessing or a curse."

Mito Makio sighed deeply.

"I led the Phoenix Fairy to defeat the Lily of the Valley. Do you think that's a blessing or a curse?"

Ryuji Kurosaki patted Makio Mito on the shoulder and asked in return.

"Alright, alright, I agree to participate in this 3-on-3 match, but let me make this clear beforehand: if I lose, you can't blame me!"

Mito Makio finally sighed again and agreed.

"I believe you won't lose. After all, you are Mito Makio, the lone wolf of Housen. Alright... I have something to do, so I'll be going now!"

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't linger any longer. After saying that, he waved his hand and walked directly towards the door.

The door had just closed.

"Ouch~ It hurts! It hurts!"

On the sofa, Ryuu Mito, who had been unconscious, suddenly gasped, clutching his burning, throbbing cheek, and opened his eyes with a grimace.

He seemed to be awakened from a nightmare, and suddenly sat up abruptly from the sofa.

The violent movements aggravated his injuries, causing his face to contort in pain.

But he couldn't care less about that; his eyes, still filled with fear and confusion, quickly scanned his surroundings.

After taking in his surroundings, Mito Ryu was also filled with questions: "Big brother, how did I get here?"