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With a casual kick, he could send the delinquents from the Southwest Branch School flying.

A charge of dozens of men.

At that moment, it was like waves crashing against rocks, instantly shattered!

fighting?

Do not!

This isn't a fight at all!

This is a one-sided harvest!

The three were like three sophisticated war machines, rampaging through the crowd.

The Southwest Branch's numerical advantage appears laughable and insignificant in the face of an absolute disparity in strength.

The sounds of groans, screams, blows, and thuds of bodies hitting the ground replaced the previous roars and became the main melody of the pool.

soon.

The dozens of men who had been so aggressive just moments before were now all lying on the ground.

Like a wheat field ravaged by a violent storm, it lay askew, groaning and churning.

Apart from Nakai and Kawanishi, who were standing at the back and hadn't yet made a move, there was no one else at the Suzuran Southwest Branch School who could stand up.

In the entire pool area, only three figures remained standing, along with the wretched figures scattered on the ground.

The anger on Nakai and Kawanishi Noboru's faces had long been replaced by boundless horror and fear.

They watched helplessly as their men were easily crushed like ants; the overwhelming disparity in strength sent a chill down their spines.

Minister Ozora's gaze finally returned to Nakai.

He strode over the groaning body on the ground, like a king surveying his territory, and slowly approached the pale-faced Zhong Jing.

Nakai's heart pounded wildly, and the immense fear almost suffocated him, but his pride as the faction leader forced him to suppress the urge to run away.

He roared, mustered his last bit of courage, and punched the Minister of the Sky, attempting a final struggle!

"Out of control."

A hint of disdain flashed in the Minister of the Sky's eyes.

Just as Nakai's fist was about to touch him, Minister Osora swiftly pulled out his right hand from his pocket.

fast!

So fast that it left only a blurry afterimage!

Snapped!

A fierce jab, carrying immense force, landed heavily on Zhong Jing's face.

Zhongjing felt an irresistible force coming from his cheek, his head buzzed, and he saw stars.

Before he could even stand up straight, the Minister of the Sky moved his leg!

boom! ! !

Swift as the wind!

As heavy as a warhammer!

He kicked Zhongjing hard in the stomach.

"Ugh!"

Zhongjing couldn't even make a proper defensive move; he felt a sharp pain instantly sweep over his entire body, as if his internal organs had shifted.

He bent over in agony like a shrimp whose bones had been removed, clutching his aching abdomen with both hands, gasping for breath, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

He instantly lost all his strength and was unable to stand up.

"asshole!"

On the other side, seeing Nakai instantly defeated, Kawanishi Noboru roared and charged towards An Tenglong.

An Tenglong didn't even look at him directly. Just as Chuanxi Sheng got close, his huge body slightly shifted to the side, avoiding the punch that Chuanxi Sheng was throwing with all his might.

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At the same time, his fist, like a battering ram, came with a whistling sound as it tore through the air.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

The blows were heavy, like the beating of a drum. Two consecutive punches landed solidly on Chuanxi Sheng's chest and abdomen!

"puff!!!"

Kawanishi Noboru's eyes suddenly bulged out, and he vomited a mouthful of acidic water mixed with blood foam.

That terrifying force pierced through his body, as if it were about to pierce him completely.

next second.

Chuanxi Sheng's legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily to his knees with a thud, his body arching like a shrimp ball, his hands gripping the cold cement floor tightly, his body convulsing violently from extreme pain.

He couldn't even groan; all that remained were heavy, bloody breaths.

Crush!

It was another complete and utter crushing defeat!

Minister Ozora looked at Nakai, who was kneeling in front of him, writhing in pain and powerless to resist.

He glanced again at Kawanishi Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, convulsing.

He put his hands back in his pockets, his gaze like a cold searchlight, sweeping over all the Southwest Branch members lying on the poolside, groaning, struggling, their eyes filled with fear.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, clearly reaching every corner:

.. ..... ....

"Listen to me!"

"From today onwards, there will be no more 'Kawanishi Noboru faction' or 'Nakai faction' at the Suzuran Southwest Branch School!"

"have you understood?!"

Dead silence.

Only painful groans and heavy breathing served as background noise.

No one dared to answer, and no one dared to refute.

Minister Osaka's declarative words, like a cold iron law, were imprinted on the hearts of every survivor.

The two former leaders of the Southwest Branch School were now groveling on the ground like two dead dogs.

Their era, along with their faction, was utterly ended the moment the monsters from the main campus descended.

Minister Osaka no longer glanced at the people on the ground, as if they were nothing more than insignificant dust.

He turned around and nodded slightly to An Tenglong and Honma Masano Takeshi: "Let's go."

The three of them strode forward, just as they had come, unhurriedly traversing the hellish scene they had created, heading towards the swimming pool exit.

The setting sun cast long shadows on their figures amidst the devastation and painful groans, conveying a cruel and cold sense of victory.

After leaving the abandoned swimming pool area, we arrived at a relatively open street.

An Tenglong twisted his neck, making a satisfying cracking sound.

He looked at Minister Osora, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "The Southwest Branch has been settled. Since it's on the way anyway, why don't we go and take a look at the Housen Northwest Branch? The current head of the branch is called Kurosaki Ryuji, and it was he who led the Housen Northwest Branch to defeat the Suzuran Southwest Branch."

Minister Osaka took out a new cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of the Fengxian Northwest Branch School in the distance, his eyes indifferent, with an undisguised contempt.

"Fengxian?"

Minister Ozora's voice carried an air of self-righteousness: "There's nothing to see here, just a bunch of bald-headed scum."

He paused, his tone calm and unwavering, as if stating a perfectly simple fact:

"As for that Kurosaki Ryuji? He was able to defeat that bunch of trash from the Southwest Branch School simply because... the Southwest Branch School was just too rubbish."

The words drifted away with the smoke in the evening breeze, carrying disdain for Fengxian and contempt for the Southwest Branch School's complete demise.

The setting sun cast a crimson glow on the silhouettes of the three figures as they continued their journey, like kings surveying their domains.

Chapter 167 Ryuji Kurosaki's Daily Victory

Sunshine, sand, waves, bikinis.

Half a month has passed since Kurosaki Ryuji crushed Tsukimoto Mitsumasa, and the entire Housen Tohoku branch school surrendered.

Tension needs to be relaxed.

Ryuji Kurosaki, Taiga Narumi, Rikiya Kumakiri, Toshiro Matoba, Hayato Shibayama, Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and Yuji Oguchi, a group of eight, arrived at the seaside far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and fishy smell, dispelled the usual gunpowder odor emanating from the delinquents.

The waves lapped against the shore, making a soothing gurgling sound.

Most people changed into beach shorts and beach shoes, enjoying their rare leisure time.

Wow! Look over there! That's amazing!

Suddenly, Jun Kamata lowered his voice and excitedly nudged Toshiyuki Saejima and Yuji Oguchi next to him with his elbow.

His gaze, like a searchlight, was fixed on a group of bikini-clad beauties laughing and frolicking not far away.

Saejima Toshiyuki and Oguchi Yuji immediately followed his gaze, their eyes lighting up instantly, and smiles that they themselves found extremely charming unconsciously appeared on their faces.

"Indeed...very pleasing to the eye!"

Yuji Ooguchi licked his slightly dry lips.

"Hey, you three, what are you looking at so suspiciously?"

Hayato Shibayama, who was building the "287" sandcastle with Kumagiri Rikiya, looked up and asked in confusion.

The combative spirit of the scene, who was lying on a beach chair with his eyes closed, was also casting a questioning glance at him.

Jun Kamata chuckled and adjusted his sunglasses: "What are we doing? Just trying to lift our spirits! Feeling this wonderful summer atmosphere and... um... the vitality of life!"

He gestured with his lip towards the beautiful woman, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Saejima Toshiyuki rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation, and suggested, "Hey, Jun, Yuuji, how about we make a bet? We'll bet on who can get the contact information of that pretty girl over there today. The loser treats us to all-you-can-eat barbecue tonight!"

"Oh? That's a good suggestion!"

Yuji Ooguchi immediately perked up and rubbed his hands together, eager to get started.

"Huh? Boring."

Hayato Shibayama curled his lip; he had little interest in this kind of flirting.

He shook his head, saying, "No interest, it's a waste of time."

Kumagiri Rikiya adjusted his sunglasses and pondered for a moment: "Isn't this... a bit inappropriate?"

"Tch! Scared?"

Kamata Jun immediately resorted to provocation, looking defiantly at Shibayama Hayato, Matoba Toshi, and Kumakiri Rikiya: "I bet you know you're not up to the task and are too scared to gamble, right? The executives of Housen, you don't even have the courage to talk to a girl? Tsk tsk tsk..."

"What did you say?!"

Hayato Shibayama is most susceptible to provocation; he suddenly stood up, his muscles tense.

"Who says I don't dare?"

His fighting spirit hardened, and his eyes sharpened.

Kumagiri Rikiya sneered: "Hmph... I just felt you were destined to lose, and I didn't want to take advantage of you. Since you don't appreciate it, then let's gamble."

Thus, the "Hosen Pickup Operation" initiated by Jun Kamata officially began.

After the draw.

The first pair to appear: Toshiyuki Saejima and Tomoyuki Matoba.