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Ryuji Kurosaki's block was as steady as a rock, and his eyes were frighteningly calm.

He stood firm like a rock amidst Katagiri Tomoji's barrage of punches, precisely blocking each attack while calmly searching for an opening in the storm.

soon.

In the instant that Katagiri Tomoji threw a right straight punch with slightly depleted power, the old force was exhausted and the new force had not yet been generated.

Kurosaki Ryuji's left hand, which had been blocking, swiftly grabbed Katagiri Satoshi's wrist and pulled him sharply to his side.

The immense force caused Katagiri Satoshi's center of gravity to shift forward instantly.

At the same time, Kurosaki Ryuji's right fist, like a battering ram brimming with power, slammed into Katagiri Satoshi's unprotected chin from below with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

boom! ! !

The sound of this punch was heavier and louder than any of the previous collisions, as if an invisible hammer had slammed into solid steel!

Katagiri Tomoji's burly body seemed to have all its bones removed by this punch, and his feet instantly left the ground.

His massive body was thrown high backward, tracing a chilling arc, before crashing heavily onto the dusty, blood-stained ground.

The smoke and dust lingered for a long time.

The entire battlefield seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, all the remaining Kaijiu bastards, felt a chill run down their spines.

To everyone's surprise, Katagiri Tomoji was knocked down so easily, and was even blasted away.

Katagiri Tomoji lay there, his consciousness fading, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

But he continued to struggle, letting out a beast-like growl, his arms braced against the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, trying to stand up again with his indomitable will.

He swayed and actually knelt down, his pupils unfocused, yet he still stared intently at Ryuji Kurosaki, his expression full of defiance.

How could I possibly fail?!

"Ah~~¨々~"

With a roar escaping his throat, Katagiri Tomoji managed to stand up again.

The next second, he used all the remaining strength in his body to launch a final attack like a dying beast. With a tragic aura, he lunged at Kurosaki Ryuji again, throwing out his right fist with the last bit of strength.

This punch was completely unorthodox, yet it contained all his anger, humiliation, and indomitable will!

However, he was met with a faster, colder, and more deadly counterattack!

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes remained completely unmoved, as if he had expected this all along.

Just as Katagiri Tomoji lunged forward, he pushed off the ground with his right foot as he retreated, his body releasing like a spring that had been compressed to its limit.

His right fist, with a trajectory that was faster, more ruthless, and more precise than Katagiri Tomoji's, arrived first despite being the one who struck later.

boom! ! !

The punch landed squarely on the center of Katagiri Tomoji's cheek, which was completely exposed from his lunge.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Katagiri Tomoji's forward-leaning body suddenly froze, and all the roars abruptly ceased.

His head was violently thrown backward by the enormous impact, and his cervical spine groaned as if it could not bear the strain.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose like splashed ink, as if a bright red flower bloomed in mid-air.

The powerful counter-punch completely drained his momentum, and he flew off the ground like a sandbag thrown by a huge force, before tumbling heavily and crashing onto the ground several meters away.

A glaring stain of blood and dust was left on the path of the rolling wreckage.

He was curled up there, his body twitching unconsciously. Each twitch brought out more blood and foam, and the blood overflowing from his mouth and nose quickly stained the ground below.

Even so, Katagiri Tomoji kept his hands on the ground, trying to continue struggling and trying to get up again.

Even though his body was nearing its limit, he still did not choose to give up.

Ryuji Kurosaki stepped forward, his steps steady, and slowly returned to Tomoji Katagiri's side.

Without a shred of pity, he bent down and, with his left hand like an iron clamp, grabbed Katagiri Tomoji's blood-stained collar, forcefully lifting his heavy body off the ground.

At the same time, Ryuji Kurosaki pulled his right fist back sharply, the muscles in his arm tightening like steel wire, accumulating power.

then!

boom! ! !

Like a cannonball being fired! The right fist, brimming with power, slammed solidly into Katagiri Tomoji's cheek once again!

The dull thud of fists colliding with flesh and bones soared into the sky, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the battlefield.

Katagiri Tomoji's body, which was being lifted up, was slammed back to the ground by the force of this final punch, like a puppet with its strings cut.

His head bounced up briefly upon hitting the ground before going completely limp and falling silent.

Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Ryuji Kurosaki shook the blood and debris off his fist, his gaze not lingering for even a second on Kaiju, the boss who was completely incapacitated at his feet.

His gaze, like a cold searchlight, once again precisely locked onto the target window on the third floor of the teaching building. He took a step forward and walked resolutely in that direction.

Chapter 200 Three Members of the Sannoh Alliance

Ryuji Kurosaki disappeared at the entrance of the Kaiku School Building, leaving behind a desolate battlefield.

Where Katagiri Tomoji fell, bloodstains spread a glaring red glow in the dust.

Kaijiu's last remaining fighting spirit completely collapsed with the dramatic fall of their leader's burly body.

Fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed the remaining delinquents.

As they watched the figure walk into the teaching building like a demon, and listened to the suppressed groans of their companions, their last remaining will to resist vanished.

"Chi...Chi-ji, brother!"

"Boss Tomokazu, he was just taken down like that!"

"It's over... Kaijiu... It's over!"

Panic whispers spread among the few survivors. Some dropped their weapons, some collapsed to the ground, and many more instinctively began to retreat, their eyes darting away, unable to look at the center of the battlefield.

As the saying goes, a defeated army collapses like a landslide. Under the continued bulldozing attacks of the Godslayer Legion, the battlefield fell silent at an eerie speed.

At the same time, a window on the third floor of the Kaijiu teaching building was suddenly pushed open.

A figure with spiky hair and a face full of fear peeked out; it was none other than Kurosaki Ryuji's target: Kishimoto.

He witnessed firsthand the entire process of Katagiri Tomoji being utterly defeated, and the supernatural power he witnessed terrified him.

He glanced one last time at 317, at Katagiri Tomoji lying motionless like a dead dog downstairs, and at Sagara Takeshi lying on the ground, unable to move. His strong will to survive instantly overwhelmed all other thoughts.

"No... I have to escape! I must get out of here, or I might die here today!"

Kishimoto roared inwardly.

Without further hesitation, he used both hands and feet to climb out of the window. Relying on his familiarity with the school's layout, he quickly scrambled down the protruding water pipes and window sills along the side wall of the teaching building, like a startled gecko.

He stumbled upon landing, but without stopping, he ran wildly toward a relatively low gap in the school's side wall without looking back.

Just as Kishimoto scrambled over the Kaiku side wall and his feet touched the cold concrete outside the school, before he could even catch his breath...

"stop!"

"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"

Two sharp shouts rang out behind him like thunderclaps.

Kishimoto turned around in alarm, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A group of people rapidly approached from the shadows of the Kaijiu side gate. The two leaders, with imposing presence, were none other than Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima.

They were ordered by Ryuji Kurosaki to seal off the outer perimeter in order to prevent the target from escaping.

Kishimoto's sudden appearance ran right into their encirclement.

Kishimoto's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

There were obstacles in front and that terrifying monster behind.

Almost instinctively, like a startled rabbit, he darted away and ran for his life toward a dimly lit alleyway piled with clutter.

"Chase!"

Kamata Jun's eyes turned cold, and he waved his hand without hesitation.

Saejima Toshiyuki, like a cheetah, accelerated instantly, chasing closely behind Kishimoto's back as he rushed into the alley.

The other bald men from Fengxian followed closely behind.

The alley was narrow and winding, filled with the mixed smells of garbage and rust.

Kishimoto panicked and stumbled along, nearly tripping over debris on the ground several times.

The footsteps behind him were like a death knell, growing ever closer. Saejima Toshiyuki's figure in the dim light resembled a grim reaper.

"Damn it... I can't shake him off, what should I do? Can anyone tell me what to do?"

Kishimoto thought desperately, because of the strenuous exercise, he had begun to feel a burning pain in his lungs.

Just as he turned a corner piled with discarded cardboard boxes, and saw Saejima Toshiyuki's large hand about to grab him by the back of his collar.

Suddenly, three hands reached out from the side.

A strong, powerful arm grabbed Kishimoto's raised arm as he ran, forcefully pulling him to a stop.

A carefree, nonchalant gesture landed on Kishimoto's other shoulder!

Another arm with distinctive dreadlocks was cleverly positioned between Kishimoto and the pursuers.

"Wow! You run pretty fast, friend?"

A voice, tinged with both mockery and wariness, rang out.

Kishimoto looked up in shock, only to see three figures appear out of nowhere, blocking his path and cutting off the pursuit route of Saejima Toshiyuki and the others (bdcd).

The man at the head of the group was exceptionally tall and robust, almost the same height as Katagiri Tomoji. He wore a simple white vest and cargo pants, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a resolute face with a touch of natural gentleness.

But at this moment, his eyes were sharply fixed on Kamata Jun and the others who were chasing after him. He was Yamato, the second-in-command of the Sannoh Association in the SWORD district of the neighboring prefecture.

Standing to Yamato's left is a young man, Chiharu from the Sannoh Association.

Standing to the side of the main body, with striking dreadlocks, wearing loose street-style clothing, and with a scrutinizing and wary look in his eyes, was one of Sannoh's capable subordinates: Atetsu.

The three of them were also following the lead of the "Red Ram" trafficking, and their target was also Kishimoto with the spiky hair who had been around for a long time.

"Hey, hey, hey, we're taking this guy with us, no objections? Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Chiharu raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and the few bald men from Housen who had caught up with them.

Because the Housen uniforms worn by Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and others are almost identical in style and color to Kaiku's uniform.

They clearly mistook Kamata Jun and his group for Kaijiu's men.

Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima abruptly stopped in their tracks, looking warily at the three men who had suddenly appeared.

"Step aside!"

Saejima Toshiyuki, hot-tempered, saw his target right in front of him being blocked, and his voice was as cold as ice: "We're taking this guy with us!"

"Huh? You think you can just take it away like that?"

Ah Tie flicked his dreadlocks, took a step forward, and his eyes turned dangerous: "Listen up, we have something to discuss with this guy. If you don't want to suffer, get lost and don't get in our way!"

Jun Kamata's gaze grew even colder.

He noticed that the three opponents were positioned in perfect harmony, forming a defensive formation, with the tall man (Yamato) exuding a particularly heavy and imposing aura.

Jun Kamata then said in a deep voice, "No matter who you are, get out of the way, or you will bear the consequences."

"At your own risk?"

Qian Qing scoffed and shrugged: "Sorry, it's not that I look down on you, but you really aren't good enough for us!"

"okay!"

Yamato suddenly shouted, interrupting Chiharu and Atetsu's provocation and disdain.

Then he said to Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima, "Anyway, we don't want to bully you or make enemies with you. We do have something to ask this guy. Once we get what we want, I'll send him back to you!"