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How...how is this possible?!

An unprecedented chill instantly swept over the two of them.

The enemy before them was far more powerful than they had anticipated.

Chapter 205 Done!

Yamato and Atetsu's all-out combined attack was effortlessly blocked by Kurosaki Ryuji with a single hand, the impact of that inhuman strength and speed was truly astounding.

Like ice water poured over their heads, it instantly extinguished the flames of anger that had burned in their hearts, leaving only a bone-chilling cold and unbelievable horror.

"impossible..."

Ah Tie looked at his slightly trembling fist, the sharp pain from his knuckles reminding him that what had just happened was no illusion.

"This guy..."

Yamato's brows were furrowed deeply; it was as if he had kicked a telephone pole with that powerful sweep.

But the fighting spirit in his eyes did not die out; instead, it was completely ignited by his comrade's serious injury and the desperate situation before him.

He abruptly pulled back his right leg, his tall frame forcibly regaining its balance, and let out a deafening roar.

"Ah Tie! Don't stop!!"

Yamato roared, abandoning his probing and transforming all his distracting thoughts into a burst of primal power.

His fists, like two heavy battering rams, whistled through the air as they relentlessly and brutally pounded at Kurosaki Ryuji's upper body with the simplest and most direct straight-line trajectory.

Each punch embodied the full power and weight of his muscles, causing the air to explode as it was compressed.

Despite the ferocious barrage of attacks, Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes remained as cold as ever.

His steps remained as steady as a rock, without even taking a single step back.

His arms were like precision machines operating at high speed, so fast that you could see some blurry afterimages!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A dense, muffled thud, like raindrops, echoed wildly through the alley.

Yamato's heavy punches fell like a storm, but they were all blocked and deflected with unparalleled precision by Kurosaki Ryuji's seemingly casually raised forearm and forearm!

Each collision made Yamato feel as if his fist had struck steel encased in rubber, the force being directly dissipated and absorbed.

The force of the recoil made my arms and fists feel numb.

"Ugh!"

Yamato let out a furious roar of resentment, and his attacks became even more frenzied, but Kurosaki Ryuji's defense was like an iron wall, unmoved.

Just as Yamato had captured most of Kurosaki Ryuji's attention, Atetsu made a move.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

The sight of his companion Chiharu in such a terrible state, Yamato's roar, and the suffocating feeling brought on by the terrifying enemy before him made him cast aside all his fear.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, he kept his body extremely low, using the gaps created by Yamato and the debris scattered on the alley as cover, and silently cut into Kurosaki Ryuji's side and rear again.

This time, A Tie's target is no longer a weakness, but a more fatal joint.

He spotted the slight stiffness in Kurosaki Ryuji's arm as he blocked Yamato's punch, and his body sprang up like a spring compressed to its limit.

His dreadlocks drew an arc in the air, and his hands, like eagle claws, swiftly and viciously grabbed at Kurosaki Ryuji's right elbow joint, which had not yet fully retracted after blocking.

"Secure them!"

A-Tie roared inwardly, preparing to lock Kurosaki Ryuji's arm tightly.

However, just as Atetsu's fingertips were about to touch Kurosaki Ryuji's elbow joint...

It was as if Ryuji Kurosaki had eyes in the back of his head.

His left arm, which blocked the Yamato fist, moved without the slightest hesitation, but his entire body slid half a step to the left and back as if it were a weightless ghost!

This half-step is exquisitely perfect!

This just so happened that Atie's sure-fire method failed him.

A chilling aura of death instantly enveloped A-Tie.

Before he could react, Kurosaki Ryuji, who had just retracted his right hand as if it were just hanging down casually, suddenly thrust it back like a scorpion's stinger with a speed that surpassed even Atetsu's reflexes.

Not a fist! It's a claw!

The five fingers were like five cold steel hooks, which precisely gripped A-Tie's exposed throat as he lunged forward!

"Uh?!"

All of A-Tie's movements froze instantly.

He felt an irresistible force instantly choke the source of his life.

The feeling of suffocation and the excruciating pain of my neck bones about to shatter came at the same time!

Without even glancing back at him, Kurosaki Ryuji tightened his grip on Atetsu's throat with his right hand, slamming him down to the side as if discarding a nuisance.

boom! ! !

A-Tie's body was slammed hard onto the cold, hard cement floor by this irresistible and terrifying force.

It landed on its back with a dull thud that sent chills down your spine.

The immense impact caused his vision to go black, and it felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

The hand gripping the throat did not loosen; instead, it tightened further like a hydraulic clamp!

"Crack...crack..."

A-Tie's face instantly turned purplish-red from lack of oxygen, his eyes bulged out, his hands futilely gripping Kurosaki Ryuji's arm, which was as immovable as steel, and his legs kicking wildly and unconsciously on the ground, but he couldn't budge it an inch! The shadow of death instantly engulfed him.

"Ah Tie!!!"

Yamato's eyes were bloodshot! Seeing his comrade in dire straits, he went completely insane!

Completely abandoning its defenses, it charged at Kurosaki Ryuji once again like a mad bull that had lost its mind.

He was going to use his body to knock Kurosaki Ryuji aside and save Atetsu.

But Ryuji Kurosaki seemed to have anticipated his move.

Just as Yamato lunged forward, he suddenly swung his right hand, which was gripping Atetsu's throat, to the side.

Ah Tie was flung away like a broken sack, crashing heavily against the alley wall with a dull thud before slamming onto the ground.

At the same time, Kurosaki Ryuji's freed right hand, like a venomous snake waiting for its prey, brought together its five fingers the instant Yamato lunged forward, and with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, it struck Yamato's chest, which was wide open due to its furious charge, with perfect accuracy right in the middle.

puff!

A sickening, dull thud, as if piercing through leather.

Yamato's frantic running body seemed to be paused, suddenly freezing in place.

He felt an indescribable pain and intense numbness, like a high-voltage electric current exploding from his chest and sweeping through his entire body.

His heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He shuddered violently, and the violent force receded like a tide. His tall body swayed, and he staggered backward, blood uncontrollably spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Ryuji Kurosaki immediately followed up with another combination of punches, continuing to strike Yamato's cheeks and chest rapidly.

The resounding thuds of blows echoed continuously through the alley at that moment.

Another powerful punch landed on Yamato's face.

He staggered backward again, each step leaving drops of blood from the corner of his mouth on the ground.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly withdrew his fist, as if he had only done something insignificant.

He looked at the Yamato on the verge of collapse before him, his cold eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Uh...uh..."

Yamato's massive body trembled violently as he tried to raise his arm, but all his strength seemed to have been drained away by that single finger.

His legs buckled, and he could no longer support himself. Like a giant tree that had been felled, he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The sound of knees hitting the ground was dull and desperate.

He struggled to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ryuji Kurosaki, filled with resentment, anger, and disbelief.

He wanted to roar, to question, but only a hoarse sound came from his throat as blood continued to gush out.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly stepped forward and delivered another heavy kick, sweeping across Yamato's cheek.

boom! ! !

Yamato was sent flying, crashing into the wall before falling heavily to the corner.

"asshole!!!"

Just then, Atie, who had not yet lost consciousness, was cursing as he struggled to get up from the ground.

Ryuji Kurosaki turned around, took a step, and came back to Tetsuya.

He looked up at Kurosaki Ryuji's sharp eyes.

For a moment, Atie regretted it; why did he scold him?

Kurosaki Ryuji didn't care what he was thinking. He grabbed Atetsu by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and then delivered another heavy punch to his face.

With blood gushing from his mouth, Atie traced an arc in mid-air before crashing to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

That's when.

Buzz... Buzz!

Ryuji Kurosaki's cell phone vibrated slightly in his pocket, breaking the deathly silence of the alley.

He paused slightly, his cold gaze shifting from Yamato, and expressionlessly pulled out his communicator, pressing the answer button.

Nakai's calm yet slightly excited voice came through the communicator, clearly echoing across the battlefield filled with bloodshed and despair:

"Boss, we've caught that spiky-haired guy, Kishimoto. He tried to escape through the back alley of the 'Bluebird' bar, but we caught him red-handed and have him under control now."

Ryuji Kurosaki glanced at Yamato, Tetsuya, and Chiharu, and after confirming that they had been taken care of, he continued speaking to the other end of the phone.

"Okay...send me the exact location as soon as possible. I've got everything sorted out here and I'll be there soon!"

Ryuji Kurosaki spoke concisely, his voice remaining completely flat.

"I've sent you the exact location of Bluebird Back Alley, boss."

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Ryuji Kurosaki hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.

He stopped looking at the three people lying there motionless: Yamato, Chiharu, and Atetsu.

He then strode confidently past the three men, heading straight towards the location Zhongjing had reported, deep within the alley.

Chapter 206 New Clues

The back alley of Bluebird Bar was dark and damp, filled with the mixed smells of cheap alcohol and garbage.

The spiky-haired Kishimoto was pinned against the cold, damp wall like a dead dog by two delinquents from the God-Slaying Legion, his body trembling like a leaf.

His face was covered in terrified tears and snot, and there was a wet patch on his crotch; he was clearly terrified.

Ryuji Kurosaki's figure, like a demon god merging into the shadows, slowly approached.

He didn't look at Kishimoto, his sharp gaze sweeping over Nakai: "Ask."

Nakai nodded, stepped forward, grabbed Kishimoto's hair, and forced him to raise his head to face Kurosaki Ryuji's cold gaze.

Zhong Jing's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge: "Hey, you bastard, I'm only giving you one chance. Where did those 'red Rams' come from? Who gave them to you?"

When Kishimoto met Kurosaki Ryuji's gaze, he felt as if his soul was frozen; it was an indifference more terrifying than death.

Having already been brutally beaten, he trembled with fear, his mental defenses completely crumbling. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed incoherently, "I...I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! It was...it was Sakumoto-nii! It was Sakumoto Kazuo who gave it to me. He said...he told me to try selling it around here, and if it sold well...there would be more..."

"Kazuo Sakumoto?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's icy voice rang out, interrupting Kishimoto's wailing like an icicle piercing the air: "Where is he?"

"I...I don't know exactly where he is!"

Kishimoto trembled with fear, afraid that if he answered too slowly, his hand would be crushed: "He...he seems to have his own agency, affiliated with the Silver Dragon Society, specifically located in the shopping street behind 'Ginza Street'...it's called...it's called 'Sakumoto Agency'! Yes! That's it! He...he usually goes there!"