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However, unlike before, Ryuji Kurosaki clearly felt that his physical strength had been greatly enhanced.

Once he had finished digesting, Ryuji Kurosaki couldn't wait to look at his attribute panel.

It was at this time.

Ryuji Kurosaki discovered that his attribute panel had turned gold.

Judging from the colors alone, it seems to indicate that one has entered a completely new realm.

Ryuji Kurosaki

[Stamina]: 110+2

[Punching Power]: 121+2

[Leg Strength]: 114+2

[Endurance]: 104+2

[Skill Power]: 121+2

[Resilience]: 103+2+2

[Dodge Ability]: 104+2+2

[Explosive Power]: 111+2

[Anti-hit strength]: 106+2+2

[Deterrence Power]: 106+4+2

Overall combat strength: 1129 (SS-level)

[Skills Possessed]: King's Stance (Passive, No Level), Street Fighting (General, SS-Rank), Grappling (General, S-Rank), Charged Fist (Active, S-Rank 27%), Swift Punch (Active, S-Rank 13%), Powerful Kick (Active, A-Rank 49%), Rock Solid (Active, S-Rank), Demonic Possession (Active, No Level), Phoenix Spirit (Commander, No Level).

[Note: You have entered the Legendary level. Each level in this realm requires an increase of 100 attribute points.]

Just as Kurosaki Ryuji was checking his current attribute values.

The black-clad camp at the Northwest branch erupted in deafening cheers, a mixture of ecstasy and pride.

Many people excitedly waved their fists and hugged each other.

Seeing everyone cheering, Makio Mito couldn't help but smile.

In contrast, at the Northeast branch campus, a deathly silence spread like a plague.

Kenzo Shida, Masaji Sawamura, and the other bald men from Housen looked on with bewilderment as their companions carried Hideaki Inakawa and Sashio Ueda away for emergency treatment.

The bitterness of failure, like cold poison, eroded their pride and beliefs.

Just then, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto stepped out of the Tohoku branch school's formation, one step at a time, with unwavering determination, and slowly walked to the center of the playground.

The cheering at the Northwest branch gradually quieted down.

All eyes were focused on Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, who had suddenly appeared.

"Hey, hey, hey... Tsukimoto, your Tohoku branch isn't a sore loser, is it?"

"Are you going to back out?"

Everyone could see the resentment on Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's face.

Ignoring the voices, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto met Ryuji Kurosaki's sharp eyes with a burning gaze.

"Ryuji Kurosaki!"

"We lost two out of three matches! I accept that!"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto paused, his chest heaving violently, his voice suddenly rising in a resolute tone: "But could you please fight me one more time? It doesn't matter who wins or loses, I just simply want to fight you!"

"You should know you can't beat me, right? Why?"

Ryuji Kurosaki asked in return.

"I can't accept it if I don't fight you. My brothers are fighting for their lives here, and how can I, as their leader, just hide behind and do nothing? No matter the outcome, this is my way of giving everyone an explanation!"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto spoke slowly, his tone unhurried but revealing his firm will.

A few seconds of silence.

Ryuji Kurosaki spoke slowly, his voice still calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Since you brought it up..."

He took a step forward, and an invisible aura spread out like ripples on water.

"I will accept the challenge."

There were no unnecessary words, only the most direct responses.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto felt a sense of relief, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger tension and fighting spirit.

He nodded vigorously, took another step forward, and assumed his most familiar fighting stance.

All the muscles in my body are tense, and my mind is highly focused.

The atmosphere on the playground tensed up again.

All eyes were focused on the two people about to face off in the center of the arena.

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, who was on high alert, without any change in expression.

He slowly raised his right hand and gently pinched the temple of the thin-rimmed glasses on his nose with his slender fingers.

Then, I slowly picked it off.

Just as the glasses left his face and he opened his eyes again.

Standing before him, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's pupils dilated suddenly as he felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure bearing down on him, making him tremble involuntarily.

The person standing in front of me felt not like a human, but a prehistoric beast that had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years and was suddenly awakening.

At that moment, the air seemed to instantly become thick and solid.

At that moment, whether it was because Ryuji Kurosaki's figure was too tall or it was an illusion, the sky filled with dark clouds seemed to press even lower.

At this moment, the entire playground fell into an eerie, chilling silence.

Standing at the eye of the storm, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto felt a chilling coldness creep up his spine like a venomous snake, sending shivers down his spine and into his brain. Every hair on his body stood on end as if he were being electrocuted, making his scalp tingle.

Cold sweat, like a waterfall, instantly soaked through his clothes on his back.

What does it feel like? !

Is this...is this really a sense of oppression that a human being can exude?!

Also at this moment.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto couldn't help but recall a similar feeling he had when facing the legendary monsters of Suzuran.

Just standing in front of me makes me feel like I've lost the courage to fight.

Chapter 165 People from Lily of the Valley Main Campus Arrive

"Let's begin."

Ryuji Kurosaki put away his glasses, his sharp eyes locking onto Mitsumasa Tsukimoto.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto took a deep breath.

He knew that this was perhaps a battle destined to be lost.

But I must throw a punch.

As the head of the northeastern branch of the Fengxian branch, I absolutely cannot accept defeat standing up.

"what!!!"

At that moment, a roar erupted from deep within Tsukimoto Mitsumasa's throat.

He pushed his speed to the limit, rushing towards Kurosaki Ryuji like an arrow released from a bow.

A powerful punch, delivered without reservation, tore through the stagnant air, carrying an irreversible momentum, and slammed headlong into Ryuji Kurosaki's face!

This punch was proof of his status as the head of the northeastern branch of the Fengxian branch school.

This was his explanation to his fallen brothers and everyone else.

The fist, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, drew ever closer.

However, facing this all-out attack that embodied all of Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's will and strength, Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even blink.

Just as the fist was about to touch the tip of his nose.

A hand with distinct joints, long and slender, yet containing unimaginable power, appeared out of thin air, striking first despite being behind!

Snapped!

A crisp, yet despairing, soft sound.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's fist, which had gathered all his power, was easily, steadily, and firmly grasped in mid-air by Ryuji Kurosaki's right hand, which was like an iron clamp.

Not moving at all!

The enormous impact vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

All expressions on his face were replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.

He felt as if his fist was welded into cold steel, and no matter how much force he exerted, he could not budge it an inch.

287 That enormous difference in strength was like an insurmountable chasm!

Ryuji Kurosaki stared calmly at the face distorted with terror before him, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

His left hand slowly rose, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

boom! ! !

A dull, heart-stopping bang!

Ryuji Kurosaki's left fist, without any fancy moves, simply and directly struck Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's undefended left cheek.

A terrifying power erupted instantly!

"puff!!!"

Blood gushed from Tsukimoto Mitsumasa's mouth!

He felt as if his head had been hit head-on by a speeding motorcycle, and he was powerless to resist.

He crashed heavily onto the cold playground, kicking up a cloud of dust!

Fast! Ruthless! Accurate!

Crush!

Absolute crushing!

The entire playground was deathly silent! Only the howling of the cold wind could be heard.

Everyone at the Fengxian Northeast Branch School was frozen in place, as if under a spell.

His face was filled with utter shock and disbelief.

They had considered that Mitsumasa Tsukimoto might lose, after all, his opponent was the legendary Ryuji Kurosaki!

But they never imagined they would be defeated so completely!

So easily defeated!

"Brother Guangzheng..."

"How can he... be so strong..."

"Is this... the man who defeated Suzuran Southwest Branch School?"

Fearful and trembling murmurs echoed through the deathly silent Northeast Branch campus.

Just when everyone at the Fengxian Northeast Branch School was in despair, Tsukimoto Mitsumasa placed his hands on the ground and slowly supported his upper body.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his fist and continued walking unhurriedly to Mitsumasa Tsukimoto.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, he reached out his right hand, grabbed Tsukimoto Mitsumasa's shirt at the chest, and easily lifted him off the ground!