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Amidst screams, the sound of wrist bones shattering was clearly audible as the baseball bat slipped from his hand.

Ryuji Kurosaki thrust his right elbow back like a battering ram, slamming it heavily into the chest of another thug who was trying to sneak up on his ribs.

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"Uh!"

The scoundrel's eyes bulged out, and he clutched his chest, kneeling on the ground, instantly losing his fighting ability.

The steel pipe whistled as it struck the back of Kurosaki Ryuji's head. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he suddenly ducked, and the steel pipe grazed his scalp.

Ryuji Kurosaki followed up with a low sweeping kick, striking the attacker's supporting leg shinbone like a steel whip.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound filled the air as the attacker clutched his twisted leg and collapsed to the ground with a piercing scream.

Ryuji Kurosaki's movements were all precise and ruthless, each strike aimed directly at vital points. There was no aesthetic appeal, only the most direct killing efficiency!

One of the thugs was hit hard in the stomach with a vicious front kick, and flew out like a shrimp, crashing into the wall and foaming at the mouth.

A sharp right straight punch landed on the face of another thug, who collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

Ryuji Kurosaki was like a tiger among sheep; wherever he went, men and horses fell over.

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The sheer number of people and equipment that the delinquents of Kurosaki Industries were so proud of appeared laughable and fragile in the face of Kurosaki Ryuji's absolute strength.

Screams, the sound of bones cracking, and the clanging of instruments hitting the ground filled the air.

The girl named Mika was already terrified, her face pale, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling like a leaf as she looked at Kurosaki Ryuji, who was like a demon.

The last remaining thug, Kurosaki, looked at his companion writhing and screaming on the ground, and then at Kurosaki Ryuji approaching step by step with cold eyes. His mental defenses completely collapsed. He let out a strange cry, dropped the iron chain in his hand, and tried to run away.

Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes flashed, and he caught up in one stride. His right hand grabbed the back of Kurosaki's collar like an iron claw and pulled him backward sharply, while his left knee slammed upward like a cannonball!

"Boom!"

His knee slammed solidly into the thug's lower back and spine.

The thug's body stiffened instantly, his eyes widened, and he spat out a mixture of gastric juices and filth. His body went limp and slid to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

In less than a minute.

The dozen or so Kurosaki Industrial delinquents who had been so aggressive just moments before were now all lying on the ground, groaning and writhing in pain, or simply unconscious.

The entire open space was filled with a strong stench of blood and a chilling atmosphere.

Ryuji Kurosaki stood amidst the chaos, flicking a few drops of blood from the back of his right hand.

His black school uniform remained impeccably straight even after the fierce fight, and his eyes remained as cold as ever, as if he had merely swept away a pile of unsightly trash.

Makise Takashi stared blankly at the scene, his mouth slightly agape, his mind a complete blank.

The scene before him was too shocking; the overwhelming power displayed by Ryuji Kurosaki far exceeded his previous expectations.

It seems he held back when dealing with his own Group C.

"You...why are you here?"

Takashi Makise finally came to his senses, his voice filled with shock and a barely perceptible wariness.

He turned around abruptly and saw Yuji Tokaji, Nakai, the Mikami brothers, and Tadata Tamura peeking out from a corner in the distance.

In an instant, countless question marks appeared in Takashi Makise's mind.

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Looking at the five people who appeared: Yuji Tokaji, Nakai, the Mikami brothers, and Tadata Tamura.

An absurd yet infuriating thought instantly rushed into Takashi Makise's mind.

Was all of this arranged by Ryuji Kurosaki?

He used Meixiang as bait to set this trap, then intervened to save her, making her owe him a favor and forcing her to submit?!

Makise Takashi instantly flew into a rage, pointing at Kurosaki Ryuji, his voice trembling with anger: "Kurosaki! Was it you?! Did you orchestrate all of this?! You..."

"boom!"

He hadn't finished speaking!

A dark shadow instantly closed in.

Takashi Makise didn't even see how Ryuji Kurosaki moved; he only felt an unimaginable pain in his left cheek as an irresistible force slammed into his face!

Ryuji Kurosaki's fist landed squarely on Takashi Makise's left cheek!

Takashi Makise was knocked back several steps by the punch and finally sat down on the ground.

He clutched his face, which had suddenly swelled up and was burning with pain, a trickle of blood even seeping from the corner of his mouth. His mind was buzzing as he stared in disbelief at Kurosaki Ryuji, who had suddenly made his move.

"You idiot! You pestered someone relentlessly, causing me to be called a fool, and you're blaming me for it!"

As Kurosaki Ryuji said "300", he raised his leg and kicked Makise Takashi, sending him flying.

"Boss... calm down, calm down!"

"Mukase is always a bit slow-witted. He didn't mean it, so don't take it to heart!"

Seeing that Kurosaki Ryuji was about to continue walking towards Makise Takashi, Nakai, worried that he might kill him, hurriedly came up to persuade him.

"Humph!"

Ryuji Kurosaki snorted coldly, not even glancing at Takashi Makise again, and too lazy to pay attention to the groaning Kurosaki and the girl who was paralyzed with fear on the ground.

He turned around and walked straight back the way he came without looking back, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Takashi Makise clutched his stomach, coughing up blood. He watched Ryuji Kurosaki leave without a second glance, then looked at the horrific battlefield on the ground. Recalling the cold eyes and vicious curses of the girl named Mika, a wave of immense shame, anger, and lingering fear washed over him.

There was also a trace of gratitude that he himself was unwilling to admit, surging through his heart like a complex tide.

Kurosaki Ryuji's punch and kick were heavy and painful, but they were also like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking him up.

Nakai then strode over, looked at Makise Takashi's disheveled appearance and the injuries on his face, sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said with certainty, "Makise, I can assure you, he wouldn't stoop to such tricks. These guys and that woman have nothing to do with us."

Takashi Makise looked at Nakai, his former older brother, with a complicated expression.

He knew that Zhongjing wouldn't lie to him.

After a moment's thought, Makise Takashi suddenly raised his head and looked at Kurosaki Ryuji's back as he disappeared into the alley. The anger and suspicion in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a complex and incomprehensible emotion.

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, struggled to get up from the ground, and staggered after him.

"Ryuji Kurosaki! Wait!"

Ryuji Kurosaki paused slightly, but did not turn around.

Takashi Makise caught up to him a few steps behind and suddenly stopped.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and then bowed deeply to Kurosaki Ryuji's back.

The white top hat fell to the ground due to the violent movement and rolled twice.

"sorry!"

Takashi Makise's voice was loud and sincere, carrying an unprecedented seriousness: "I was out of my mind just now! I misunderstood you! Thank you for your help! I, Takashi Makise, will remember this favor, and I will repay it even if it costs me my life!"

Ryuji Kurosaki remained with his back to him, offering no response.

A few seconds later, he took a step forward and continued walking, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Makise Takashi stood up, picked up the dusty white top hat from the ground, watched Kurosaki Ryuji's departing figure, and then looked at Nakai beside him with a look of relief. The confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by a new light.

He casually tossed the white top hat, a symbol of ridiculous fantasy, into the nearby trash can with a loud thud.

His white suit was covered in dust and wrinkles, but he stood ramrod straight.

..........

Dusk was falling on the overpass.

Shun Izaki leaned alone against the cold railing of the overpass, the cigarette between his fingers burned to the end, the long ash about to fall.

He gazed at the endless stream of car lights below, like a flowing galaxy, but his thoughts were like turbulent water in a pond.

Yuji Tokaji's words were like a cold pebble thrown into the water, creating ripples.

"Only by following Ryuji Kurosaki can we possibly reach the top."

"The appearance of Ryuji Kurosaki is the only chance!"

These words kept swirling in his mind.

Ryuji Kurosaki's strength is beyond doubt.

But is he really worth following?

Is Ryuji Kurosaki... worth risking everything on?

Just as his thoughts were in turmoil, a figure stepped onto the other side of the overpass and walked towards him.

He was a man who wasn't particularly burly, but whose steps were steady and whose demeanor was reserved.

He was wearing a black uniform made of lily of the valley, his head slightly lowered, as if he were thinking about something, and he exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

Shun Izaki's pupils suddenly contracted!

He recognized the face! Although he had only seen it in some circulated photos and fleeting glimpses from afar, he was certain that the unique aura and imposing presence were genuine.

The Grand Minister of Suzuran Main Campus, who is also the man who easily defeated everyone in the Nakai faction and the Kawanishi Noboru faction.

The distance between the two people rapidly shortened in silence.

Just as we were about to pass each other by.

Shun Izaki's heart clenched suddenly.

An indescribable, bone-chilling cold, like a cold, venomous snake, suddenly and without warning spread throughout my body up my spine.

It wasn't a physical cold, but an absolute sense of oppression, as if a sleeping beast had inadvertently revealed a trace of its breath, enough to make any small creature that approached instinctively feel suffocated and terrified.

Shun Izaki's breath caught in his throat, his body tensed instinctively, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

But he maintained a calm demeanor and passed by the head of the university.

However, the moment their bodies parted, the chilling sensation receded like a receding tide, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

But Shun Izaki knew that it was not an illusion.

That was the aura that the other person unconsciously exuded.

Just then, Shun Izaki frowned, abruptly stopped, turned around, and called out to the figure about to walk off the overpass:

"Hey! You over there! You must be the Grand Minister of the Sky from the main campus?!"

Minister Osaka stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around. His sharply defined, somewhat cold face was expressionless, his eyes calm and still, like a deep pool.

He looked at Shun Izaki, his eyes showing neither displeasure at being disturbed nor interest in the challenger, but only a pure, almost indifferent scrutiny.

"you are?"

Minister Osaka's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

That calm tone stung Shun Izaki more than any provocation.

The other party didn't even know him.

Shun Izaki took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, straightened his back, and announced his name: "Shun Izaki, Suzuran Southwest Branch School!"

"Izaki Shun..."

Minister Osaka repeated the name, his tone flat and his eyes still indifferent: "Never heard of it."

Three words, light and airy, yet like three cold awls, pierced deeply into Shun Izaki's pride.

Shun Izaki's cheek muscles twitched slightly, a surge of heat rushing to his head. He suppressed it and continued, "It's okay if you haven't heard of me. You'll remember this name! Because soon, I will defeat you!"

However, what responded to him was the Minister of the Sky's slightly upturned lips.

That was a disdainful laugh.

It was as if I had heard an extremely childish, absurd, and utterly worthless joke.