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Only the airbag, which had burst open, continued to inflate in vain, as if mourning its owner's tragic end.

Dead!

Absolute silence enveloped the area in front of the Lily of the Valley gate!

The dozens of members of the Silver Dragon Society were frozen in place as if they had been collectively petrified, their mouths agape and their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Their minds went blank; they couldn't comprehend the nightmarish scene unfolding before them.

Their proud, unfathomably powerful young master... was... thrown out like trash, his car door smashed flat?!

Is this...is this really something a human could do?!

fear!

The deep-seated fear, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around the heart of every Silver Dragon Society member.

As they watched Kurosaki Ryuji slowly turn around, still looking indifferent, as if he had just casually tossed away a piece of trash, their legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground!

Meanwhile, on the Lily of the Valley side, after a brief silence, an even more fervent cheer and roar erupted, like a landslide and a tsunami!

"Long live the boss!!!"

"That's incredible!!! Did you see that? That's our boss!!!"

"Crush them! Crush those rubbish people in black clothes too!"

"Rush!!!"

Tamao Serizawa was the first to let out a battle roar like a wild beast: "Brothers! Dinner's ready!!!"

With his roar, the restless delinquents of Lily of the Valley, who had been unable to contain themselves for so long, erupted into a thunderous roar, like a powder keg that had been lit or a flood that had burst its banks.

Like a pack of hungry wolves spotting plump lambs, they surged forth from the steps of the teaching building and from both sides of the main gate like a black tide, sweeping towards the terrified Silver Dragon Society members!

"kill!!!"

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even glance at the wrecked luxury car and the Tsukikawa inside. He slowly put his right hand back into his uniform pocket, as if he had just dusted it off.

Facing the surging Suzuran army like a tsunami, he merely turned his head slightly and spoke calmly to Serizawa Tamao, Tatsukawa Tokio, Nakai, Kawanishi Noboru, and others beside him:

"Clean it all up."

These words were tantamount to giving final permission to this "feast" that was about to begin.

Serizawa Tamao grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, like a raging lion, and charged into the enemy ranks first.

His massive fist was like a battering ram; with a single punch, he sent a man in a black suit, along with his stick, flying as he tried to draw his sword.

Nakai, Kawanishi Noboru, and Tatsukawa Tokio worked together seamlessly, advancing back-to-back, and each block and counterattack precisely crippled an enemy!

Takashi Makise screamed and, like a human tank, smashed into one black-suited man after another!

Shun Izaki specializes in attacking the bottom lane, and his vicious sweeping kicks leave the enemies clutching their broken legs and howling in agony!

Meanwhile, the majority of ordinary delinquents from Suzuran, like a pack of wolves, used their overwhelming numbers to surround a man in a black suit, punching and kicking him.

The scene instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Although the members of the Silver Dragon Society were well-trained, each of them was much stronger than ordinary delinquents.

But the miserable state of Tsukikawa and the monstrous crushing power of Kurosaki Ryuji had already destroyed their fighting spirit.

Faced with a pack of lily wolves that outnumbered them tenfold and were in a frenzy, their so-called resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Screams, cracking bones, pleas for mercy, excited roars, and the clanging of metal—all these sounds mingled together, creating a violent symphony!

The black suit was torn to shreds, the expensive sunglasses were smashed, and the baton and dagger were knocked to the ground and then trampled underfoot.

The members of the Silver Dragon Society were like fallen leaves in a storm, completely submerged in the turbulent tide of lily of the valley's blackness.

They were knocked to the ground, trampled on, dragged, and thrown to the roadside like trash, alongside their companions who had been thrown out earlier.

Just a few minutes.

When the "wave" of Lily of the Valley receded, not a single Silver Dragon Society member could be seen standing in the open space in front of the Lily of the Valley gate.

Only a few dozen figures dressed in tattered black suits lay sprawled on the ground like discarded garbage bags, groaning and writhing in pain, or completely unconscious.

Blood stained the ground, and broken glass and deformed metal parts were scattered everywhere.

Those once imposing black Mercedes-Benz cars are now covered with footprints, dents, and shattered glass, looking like abandoned scrap metal.

The delinquents of Lily of the Valley stood on the "battlefield," panting heavily, their faces flushed with excitement and the fervor of victory, like a pack of wolves that had just had a hearty meal.

They looked at the black figure at the entrance of the teaching building, still with his hands in his pockets, as if nothing concerned him, and their admiration and awe reached their peak.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept calmly across the messy doorway, like a king surveying his territory.

He made no comment, but simply turned around and walked back towards the dark doorway of the teaching building.

The black uniform hem left a cold and absolute trail behind him.

The sun still shone brightly, but in front of Suzuran High School, only the wails of the losers and the silent declaration of the victors remained.

Chapter 213 Two Members of the Black Knife Society

The commotion and bloodshed in front of Suzuran High School had not yet subsided, but the Silver Dragon Society headquarters building on the other side of the neighboring prefecture was shrouded in a depressing silence.

The news that the young leader, Yuechuan, and dozens of members had been utterly defeated at the entrance of Suzuran and thrown back like trash struck the entire organization like a bolt from the blue.

Anger and disbelief filled the air.

In the oppressive silence, two figures appeared silently, as if solidified from the shadows, before the imposing glass doors of the Silver Dragon Society headquarters.

Both were dressed in sharp, pure black suits.

The person on the left is tall and slender, with a seemingly gentle face, even carrying a faint smile, but his eyes are always slightly narrowed, as if they have never truly opened, making it impossible to see his true emotions.

A dangerous aura, like a venomous snake, coiled beneath his seemingly harmless exterior. At his waist hung an ancient samurai sword with a dark scabbard.

The person on the right stands like an iron tower, nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles that make his black uniform bulge, exuding an explosive sense of power.

His face was as resolute as a rock, his eyes cold and numb, devoid of any extra emotional fluctuations, like a silent war machine. His hands hung casually at his sides, but his knuckles were thick and large, as if cast in iron.

These two individuals exuded no murderous aura, yet they possessed a chilling and deathly stillness that was more chilling than mountains of corpses and seas of blood, penetrating to the bone.

They ignored the Silver Dragon Society members guarding the entrance and walked straight toward the gate.

"stop!"

The guard on the left suppressed his unease and shouted sharply, reaching out to stop them: "Who are you? This is the Silver Dragon Society headquarters! Get lost if you don't want to die!"

The tall man did not pause in his steps, nor did he even glance at the guard.

Just as the guard's hand was about to touch his shoulder.

The tall man's right fist, hanging by his side, suddenly awakened like a lurking venomous dragon!

Without any preparatory movement, the arm muscles simply tensed instantly, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, drawing a blurry afterimage from bottom to top!

boom! ! !

Click! ! !

A deep, chilling thud was accompanied by the clear sound of bones cracking.

The guard's chest felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, his body slamming hard against the heavy glass door!

boom!

The glass door shattered inwards with a deafening roar, and countless shards of glass poured down like a torrential rain!

The guard's body, streaked with shards of glass, tumbled and crashed into the headquarters lobby, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor. His fate was unknown.

The other guard was completely stunned!

His mouth was agape, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his mind went completely blank.

The towering man before him, who resembled a ferocious humanoid beast, possessed such terrifying power that he instantly lost all ability to think!

Just as he was horrified and stood there dumbfounded.

Clang!

A crisp, cold, dragon-like cry of a blade suddenly rang out!

The man, who had been squinting, had his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

The action of drawing the sword was extremely fast, like a black lightning bolt slicing through the air!

The sword flashed!

It's so fast that the naked eye can't even capture its trajectory!

puff!puff!

Two soft, crisp sounds, like a hot knife slicing through butter!

The guard felt a slight chill on his neck, followed by a gush of warm liquid.

He tried to look down, but found that his body was no longer under his control.

He was horrified to see that his companion had also developed a thin red line on his neck, which then widened, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

His own consciousness, like a power source cut off, quickly sank into boundless darkness.

The two remained standing for a moment, stiff, before collapsing to the ground, their blood staining the polished marble floor like a fountain.

The squinty-eyed man flicked his wrist, and the blood droplets on the blade were easily shaken off like dew, returning to the scabbard.

The entire movement was fluid, elegant, and deadly.

The gentle smile on his face remained unchanged, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Let's go."

The man with narrowed eyes spoke softly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The tall man nodded silently, like a moving mountain, stepping over shards of glass and blood, over headless corpses, and leading the way into the magnificent hall of the Silver Dragon Society headquarters, which was now filled with the stench of blood.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Who goes there?! Kill them!"

The loud sound of shattering glass and the stench of blood finally alerted the Silver Dragon Society members inside.

The piercing alarm blared mournfully.

A large number of men in black suits poured out from various passages and stairwells like wasps whose hornet nest had been disturbed.

Armed with machetes, steel pipes, and some even pulling out pistols, they charged at the two men who had stormed into the hall with expressions of shock and rage on their faces!

"kill!!!"

Shouts of battle instantly filled the entire space! Dozens of Silver Dragon Society members, like a black tide, swept towards the two lone black figures with anger and a hint of fear!

Faced with the surging crowd, the tall man finally made his move.

He didn't shout anything, he just took a big step forward!

Boom!

The heavy footsteps seemed to shake the ground!

He spread his arms wide, like two giant battering rams, ignoring the stabbing cleavers and smashing steel pipes, and crashed directly into the crowd!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack! Crack!

A dull thud and a tooth-grinding cracking sound erupted instantly!

A man in a black suit, brandishing a machete and charging at the front, was grabbed by the face by a tall, large man with a fan-like hand. He was slammed to the ground, machete and all, as if crushing an egg.

The dull thud of a head hitting the marble floor was terrifying!

He grabbed the two steel pipes that were about to hit his back.

Then he swung his arms violently, and the two guys holding steel pipes were flung away like rag dolls, knocking down a bunch of their companions!

He was like a human bulldozer, leaving people flying wherever he went!

Where the fist strikes, tendons break and bones fracture!

There are no tricks, only pure, overwhelming power!