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

Tadashi Tamura stared in horror at Ryuji Kurosaki, who was standing right in front of him.

Ryuji Kurosaki raised his right fist again, and with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, he slammed it toward Tadata Tamura's face once more.

Tadashi Tamura felt an overwhelming sense of crisis engulfing him.

The immense fear completely crushed his last shred of backbone at that moment!

Just as that fatal fist was about to smash his face...

"I admit defeat!!!"

A roar erupted from Tamura Chuta's throat!

call!

The force of the punch grazed the hair at the temples of Tadashi Tamura.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Followed by.

boom! ! !

A dull bang exploded in Tadata Tamura's ears.

Kurosaki Ryu's "300" fist didn't land on his face, but instead slammed into the wall behind his head.

The solid wall caved in instantly, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread out from the center of the fist.

Fine lime and dust fell down in a flurry.

"Gulu!!!"

Tadashi Tamura's Adam's apple bobbed as he stiffly turned his almost dislocated neck, staring at the fist embedded in the wall so close to him, and the terrifying cracks around it.

The immense fear and the exhaustion of surviving the ordeal left him weak all over, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his fist, leaving a clear dent in the wall.

His sharp gaze fell on Tadata Tamura's face, which was contorted with extreme fear, and his voice was flat: "Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier?"

The entire classroom in Group E was deathly silent.

The only sounds were Tamura Chuta's heavy breathing, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing, and the dust falling from the walls.

............

On the second floor of the Southwest Branch School of Lily of the Valley, in a storage room filled with discarded tables and chairs and covered with a thick layer of dust.

The air was as heavy as lead.

A few dim rays of light shone through the skylight above, barely illuminating the five figures huddled together.

They were none other than Kagi Genjiro, Nakai, Kawanishi Noboru, Serizawa Tamao, and Tatsukawa Tokio.

Kagi Genjiro crossed his signature arms, his muscular body leaning against the dusty old gymnastics mat, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with irritation and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

Zhong Jing stood against the wall, his eyes filled with a sinister and complex expression.

Kawanishi Noboru sat on an overturned, broken bucket, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees, his face equally pale.

Serizawa Tamao squatted on the ground, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes sharp, carrying a wild excitement and solemnity.

Chen Chuan Shisheng leaned against the door, listening warily to the sounds outside, his face unusually serious.

The silence lasted a long time, until finally Yoshiki Genjiro broke the dead silence with his rough, hoarse voice, his tone filled with disbelief:

"Hey...hey! Is the news true? Ryuji Kurosaki really came to Suzuran High School, and...just now, in less than an hour? He wiped out all five groups of first-year students?!"

His voice echoed in the cramped storage room, carrying a sense of absurdity and horror.

"It's true."

Tatsukawa Tokio nodded: "I just saw him carrying the unconscious Izaki Shun out of Group D, and also at the Group C pool... Makise was also taken down, and Group E's Tamura Tadata directly chose to surrender."

"In less than an hour...we wiped out five groups."

Tamao Serizawa took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked the ash, and said with a furrowed brow, "That's really... exaggerated. It's not something a human could do. It's like a monster."

So what should we do next?

"Can't we just wait for him to come knocking on our door one by one and clean us up like garbage?"

At this moment, a heated discussion erupted.

"Let's fight him! Gather all of us!"

A fierce glint flashed in Kawanishi Noboru's eyes, and he clenched his fist.

"Fight? What are we going to fight with?!"

Nakai retorted sharply, pointing at himself and Kawanishi Noboru, "Where do we have left now? Don't forget, we disbanded a long time ago."

"So, are we just going to surrender?!"

Kawanishi roared, but his voice clearly lacked confidence.

"We can't win a fight, and we've already clashed before."

"Perhaps...we can talk?"

Chen Chuan Shisheng felt a sliver of hope.

"Talk? Talk about what? Make him the boss?"

Kawanishi Noboru scoffed: "Do you think someone like Kurosaki Ryuji would talk about peaceful coexistence with you? His only purpose in coming to Suzuran is to shit on our heads."

The sounds of arguing echoed in the cramped storage room, filled with anger, resentment, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

Everyone offered their ideas, only to have them ruthlessly rejected by others.

Tamao Serizawa's desperate attempt was rejected.

Chuanxi Sheng's refusal to bow his head seemed hollow.

Tatsukawa Toki's idea of ​​seeking peace was ridiculed.

Yoshiki Genjiro's calm analysis only brought deeper despair.

Ultimately, all the arguments fell silent.

The five people looked at each other, and all they saw in each other's eyes was the same bewilderment and deep helplessness.

"So...we...have no other way?"

Kawanishi Noboru's voice trembled slightly as he broke the final silence.

No one answered.

Frustrated, Zhongjing slammed his fist on the abandoned table next to him, making a dull thud.

A tremendous, overwhelming sense of frustration, like an icy tide, engulfed everyone present.

"Damn it! Let's all disperse!"

With a low growl, Yoshiki Genjiro pushed open the door to the storage room first, and strode away without looking back, filled with anger and pent-up frustration.

Kawanishi Noboru sighed and followed him out dejectedly.

Serizawa Tamao glanced at the silent Tatsukawa Tokio and Nakai, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, and finally left without saying a word.

Chen Chuan Shisheng glanced at Zhong Jing one last time, hesitated, then simply shook his head and silently left the storage room.

In the dimly lit storage room, only Zhongjing remained.

He remained with his eyes closed, leaning against the cold wall.

Dust particles floated slowly in the dim light.

The sounds of his classmates arguing, the nightmarish sound of bones shattering as he was crushed by the school's monster a month ago, the screams of his classmates... and the news of Kurosaki Ryuji sweeping through the first-year students today... countless images and sounds intertwined and collided wildly in his mind!

Time passed by minute by minute.

About 10 minutes later, Zhong Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

Pushing open the door to the storage room, instead of heading to his familiar territory, he walked heavily straight towards the first-grade area.

..........

Classroom for Grade 1, Group B.

After Kurosaki Ryuji's previous "visit," the place still bore the marks of the battle.

The tables and chairs were askew, and there were even a few drops of blood on the floor.

Several members of Group B were nervously cleaning up the mess when they saw a figure appear at the door, and they all shuddered in fright.

But when they realized that the person who came was Nakai, a second-year student, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

What's this former faction leader doing here?

Zhongjing ignored their astonished gazes.

His gaze was fixed on the back of the classroom, by the window.

There, Ryuji Kurosaki was casually leaning back in a fairly intact chair.

He took off his blood-stained black uniform jacket and casually draped it aside, wearing only a black vest that revealed his strong, muscular arms.

He lowered his head slightly, his short, silvery-white hair partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, as if he were resting with his eyes closed, or perhaps deep in thought.

Golden sunlight streamed through the dilapidated window, illuminating his cold, hard features and radiating a powerful, unapproachable aura, like that of a sleeping beast.

The air in the entire classroom seemed to freeze because of his presence.

Zhongjing's heart was pounding in his chest, and every step felt like stepping on his own nerves.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trembling in his throat, and stopped a few meters away from Kurosaki Ryuji.

His voice was a little hoarse from nervousness, but it carried a resolute determination: "Kurosaki... Ryuji!"

Upon hearing this, Ryuji Kurosaki slowly raised his head.

Those black eyes opened, like two icy blades, piercing towards Zhong Jing: "Long time no see, Zhong Jing. I heard you got a good beating from the people at Linglan Main Campus?"

Zhongjing trembled slightly at the piercing gaze, but he forced himself to straighten his back, facing the suffocating pressure, and with all his might, said, word by word:

"That's true, but that's none of your business. Now I...I want to fight you!"

Upon hearing Nakai's words, a hint of doubt flashed in Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes.

Zhongjing should know very well that he could not be his opponent.

Furthermore, he has already disbanded his faction, indicating that he is no longer involved in the struggle for supremacy.

But why is he taking the initiative to contact me now?

Chapter 183 Instant Kill!!!

The atmosphere in the classroom of Class 1B became much heavier after Nakai's resolute declaration of challenge.

Kurosaki Ryuji slowly straightened up from his reclining position, his tall figure casting a huge shadow under the slanting sunlight, enveloping Nakai.

His dark eyes then swept over Zhong Jing from head to toe.

"Oh?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of amusement, broke the deathly silence: "Why? You should know very well that you are no match for me, so why did you still come to challenge me?"

"If you've got the guts, come at me. Don't bother my juniors. If you want to fight, I'll fight you as many times as you want!"

Nakai took a deep breath, suppressing his complex emotions, and looked directly at Kurosaki Ryuji.

"Hey! Don't make it sound like I enjoy torturing you guys, okay? Besides..."

Ryuji Kurosaki's icy voice, like cold iron, instantly cut off Nakai's excited words.

He took a step forward, and the immense pressure pressed down on Zhong Jing as if it were a tangible force, making the latter gasp for breath.

"who do you think You Are?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes were filled with disdain: "Stand in front of me, get a beating, and you think you can change my decision? You think you can protect the people you want to protect?"