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

His body was stiff as if it had been cast in cement, every muscle was taut to the limit, and all his senses were locked on the suffocating sense of oppression brought by the figure that was approaching step by step.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even glance at them, walking straight through the group of obstacles that had instantly turned into "stone sculptures," his steps steady as he headed towards the entrance of the teaching building.

Only when Ryuji Kurosaki's figure disappeared into the shadows inside the door did the world, as if it had been paused, suddenly resume its operation.

"Cough...cough cough cough! I...I'm so damn it!!"

A violent coughing fit accompanied by heavy panting began.

"That...that guy just now...am I hallucinating from staying up all night?!"

"Silver...silver-white hair...that height...that gaze, damn! There's no mistake, it's Ryuji Kurosaki from Housen, it's definitely him!"

"How could he be here?! And...and he's even wearing our uniform! What kind of hellish joke is this?!"

"Hallucination! It must be because I'm still drunk from last night. What would the headman of Fengxian be doing in this wretched place?"

"What the hell! Has the world gone mad?!"

The group looked at each other, their faces a mixture of extreme shock, bewilderment, and a sense of absurdity that their worldviews had been shattered.

The news that Ryuji Kurosaki was entering the Southwest Branch School in Suzuran uniform was like a bomb being thrown into a frying pan.

Inside the teaching building, the atmosphere of chaos was even stronger than outside.

The corridor was filled with a strange smell of smoke, sweat and dust, and the walls were covered with graffiti and footprints.

Classroom for Grade 1, Group B.

At this moment, the desks and chairs in the classroom were also overturned. In the back row by the window, two figures stood out, surrounded by a dozen or so delinquents from Group B who also had menacing expressions.

The person on the left has a pure white mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes with a sinister glint. He is wearing a pure white T-shirt and is the older of the two brothers, San, who is in school.

The man on the right had a slicked-back, shiny gold hairstyle and a large, tacky gold chain around his neck. His wide grin revealed an undisguised arrogance and ferocity. He was the younger of the two brothers, Mikami Gou.

These two brothers are currently the undisputed rulers of Group B in the first year.

"Big Brother! Brother Hao! This situation is like God has handed us a meal!"

A burly delinquent from Group B, his face contorted with rage, slammed his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke: "Nakai-senpai's faction has completely fallen apart, and Kawanishi-senpai's side has also scattered like monkeys after the tree fell! Yoshiki-senpai's side has no ambition to participate in the struggle for supremacy. Now, the entire southwest of Suzuran is just a piece of fat meat without an owner!"

San Shang leaned back in his chair, a white mask covering most of his face. He let out a low laugh: "Heh, you're right. The Southwest Branch of Linglan is now ours for the taking."

"Once we crush those small, insignificant groups one by one, dominating this place will only be a matter of time!"

He could almost see himself standing at the top of the Southwest Branch School, looking down on all living beings.

Even his voice suddenly turned cold, and a hint of confidence appeared: "Once we've gained a foothold and consolidated our strength, the next step... will be to go and get back at Fengxian!"

"If we can really achieve this, then we will be the undisputed number one in the history of Linglan Southwest Branch School. Everyone will remember my name. Then, let's see who dares to look down on us!"

Mikami Gou then burst into laughter, as if the dawn of victory was just around the corner.

"That's right!!!"

"At that time, our names will be remembered throughout history!"

"Follow Senior Brother Hao and let's do it!!"

The other members of Group B, as if injected with adrenaline, joined in with ambitious and unrestrained laughter.

Laughter coalesced into a surging torrent, brimming with boundless anticipation, sounding particularly jarring and noisy in the chaotic classroom.

However, at this peak moment when ambition swelled to its extreme, laughter was at its most rampant, and one was most carried away with oneself.

The previously noisy light at the front door of the classroom suddenly dimmed.

An unusually tall figure, like a giant reef that appeared out of nowhere, completely blocked most of the light source at the doorway!

An extremely heavy sense of oppression suddenly descended without warning.

The arrogant laughter of San Shangxue and San Shanghao was as if it had been choked by an invisible, cold hand, and was abruptly cut off at the highest note.

The smug smiles on the brothers' faces froze instantly.

Doorway.

The black lily of the valley uniform, worn crisply on him, exuded a chilling, menacing aura.

Beneath his short, silver-white hair, his sharp eyes, like two blades tempered with ice, pierced through the chaotic air and landed precisely on the faces of the Mikami brothers, which were filled with astonishment, gradually turning from red to white, and then from white to green.

Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment.

"You two are San Shangxue and San Shanghao from Group B, right? How about it, want to hang out with me from now on?"

As soon as Ryuji Kurosaki finished speaking, a pop-up panel appeared out of thin air in front of him.

[Quest detected: "The Road to Conquering Suzuran Southwest Branch School (Part 1)"]

[Mission Description: "The Road to Conquering Suzuran Southwest Branch": If you want to conquer Suzuran, you must first take down Class 1-B.]

[Completion Condition: Defeat Mikami Kami and Mikami Gou, and make them submit to you]

[Completion Reward: Several attribute values].

Chapter 176 A Decisive Strike

The deathly silence, as if time had frozen, lasted only a brief moment.

That was broken by Mikami Gou's sharp questioning, which sounded like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Kuro...Ryuji Kurosaki?!"

"What the hell are you doing here?! This is lily of the valley! Not your impatiens!"

Mikami Gou suddenly sprang up from his chair, his golden slicked-back hair swaying violently from the movement. He pointed at the door, his voice distorted by extreme shock and absurdity.

"The head of the Housen... wearing Suzuran's uniform? What kind of trick are you playing?!"

Wearing a white mask, Sanshoku slowly stood up, his sinister eyes fixed on Kurosaki Ryuji, his voice behind the mask filled with disbelief.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept across the Mikami brothers' faces like a cold probe, ignoring their shock.

He took a step forward, and the heavy sense of oppression drew closer.

A deep, clear voice echoed in the deathly silent classroom:

I'm here...

Ryuji Kurosaki's lips curled up slightly: "Of course, I'm here to conquer Suzuran."

His sharp eyes swept over Sansho and Sansho Go, and the B-group delinquents behind them whose faces still held shock and were gradually being replaced by anger. His words fell like a heavy hammer:

"Now, do you choose to submit?"

"still..."

At this point, Kurosaki Ryuji paused, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a blade: "Fight me first, get beaten up by me, and then submit?"

"Ha ha!"

Mikami Gou seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and then burst into a furious roar: "Damn it! Of course we have to fight, brothers! Get him! Kill Kurosaki Ryuji, and we'll be famous all over the world!"

"Kill him!!"

"Kill this arrogant bastard!"

The B group delinquents, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, erupted like a powder keg that had been lit, unleashing a wild roar.

A dozen or so figures, with ferocious faces and vicious fists and feet, rushed towards Kurosaki Ryuji at the door from different directions like mad dogs released from their cages, with an aura that seemed intent on completely overwhelming the intruders.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, which would terrify any ordinary person, Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes remained completely unmoved.

There was only an almost indifferent calm, as if what was rushing towards them was not the fierce and menacing Lily of the Valley delinquents, but a swarm of buzzing flies.

He moved!

Without retreating or dodging, they stepped forward into the crowd.

boom! ! !

The first delinquent, before his fist could even touch the hem of Kurosaki Ryuji's clothes, was struck squarely in the cheek by a fist that struck him with lightning speed.

The sound of blows echoed throughout the classroom, accompanied by splattered blood and teeth.

Without uttering a sound, the person spun around like a broken sack and flew out, crashing heavily onto two desks.

Boom! ! !

The flying kick that came from the side and rear was casually deflected by Kurosaki Ryuji with a raised hand, while at the same time a fierce elbow strike slammed into the opponent's chest like a battering ram.

A dull thud was accompanied by a groan as the man's bones strained under the weight. His eyes bulged, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

Ryuji Kurosaki moved like a ghost in the narrow space.

His movements were devoid of any unnecessary frills, consisting only of the most direct, violent, and efficient strikes.

Fists, elbows, knees, legs—every part of the body has been transformed into a deadly weapon!

The dull thuds of impacts, the piercing screams, the muffled thuds of bodies hitting desks, chairs, and walls... all resounded wildly in the classroom of Class 1-B, like a symphony of hell, staging a movement of violent aesthetics.

Ryuji Kurosaki was like a tiger among sheep, or a precise and ruthless human meat grinder.

Every attack was accompanied by at least one person falling to the ground with a scream of agony.

Those guys who were usually considered strong in Group B were as fragile as paper toys in front of him, unable to even stop him for a second.

Chaos, wails, flying blood, and shattered pieces of desks and chairs formed the main theme of the classroom.

When the last delinquent from Group B who tried to sneak up from behind was kicked hard in the face by Ryuji Kurosaki without even turning his head, he crashed into the blackboard like a kite with a broken string and passed out.

The entire classroom was filled only with heavy breathing and painful groans.

Just moments ago, there were over a dozen or so delinquents from Group B who were acting aggressively.

At this moment, the wheat fields, like those ravaged by a storm, lay scattered in various twisted and painful positions throughout the classroom.

Some clutched their stomachs and wailed, some were bleeding from their mouths and noses and were unconscious, and some were curled up and emitting suppressed groans of pain.

Only three people remained standing.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his leg, as casually as if brushing off dust.

His breathing was perfectly steady, and his black uniform remained impeccably straight, with only the soles of his shoes and the knuckles stained with a few glaring crimson stains.

His cold gaze swept over the mess on the floor and landed on the two faces at the back of the classroom, by the window, faces that had turned completely pale with extreme horror.

San Shangxue and San Shanghao.

The brothers' bodies stiffened, their pupils contracting violently with fear.

Looking at their groaning subordinates on the ground, and at the man who stood unharmed in the middle of the classroom like a demon, a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The devastating crushing defeat just now completely shattered all their arrogance and wishful thinking.

Ryuji Kurosaki's lips curled up once again into that faint smile, which was like a devil's whisper.

He spoke in the direction of the Mikami brothers, his voice so calm it was unsettling:

"Now... only you guys are left."

These plain words, like a death knell of an ultimatum, struck the hearts of the Mikami brothers.

The two brothers looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes: a deep-seated fear!

But deep within this fear, the last vestige of ferocity and resentment belonging to the Suzuran Delinquents was ignited.

They knew they had nowhere to retreat! Beg for mercy?

That would only be a greater disgrace!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Mikami Go let out a desperate, beast-like roar and charged recklessly toward Kurosaki Ryuji, his fist carrying all his strength as it slammed toward Kurosaki Ryuji's face.

Almost simultaneously, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of Sansho, who was wearing a white mask. He lowered his body and, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, delivered a cunning sweeping kick to Kurosaki Ryuji's lower body.

The two brothers, one above and one below, worked together seamlessly, clearly preparing for a final, desperate attack!

However, in the face of absolute power, any skill and coordination seem so pale and laughable.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even move a step.

···Requesting flowers·· ···

Faced with Mikami Gou's powerful straight punch, he simply raised his left hand seemingly casually.