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The immense impact caused him to lose his balance, and he staggered back several steps until his right knee buckled and he collapsed to his knees!

"cough!"

A mouthful of scalding blood mixed with gastric juices gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, splashing onto the ground in front of him, forming a small, glaring patch of crimson.

He was breathing heavily, each breath aggravating his injuries. His body felt like it was falling apart, and sweat dripped from his drooping head like a stream.

On the other hand, the cobra was only breathing slightly, and apart from a few minor bruises on its face and a trace of blood at the corner of its mouth, it was not in any major condition.

He stood there, as if he had just finished warming up, his eyes coldly looking down at his kneeling opponent.

Sit down!

"Cough...cough cough..."

Serizawa Tamao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes still burned with an indomitable flame.

He glanced at the cobra a few steps away, a blood-frozen smile spreading across his face. His voice was hoarse but carried a hint of genuine admiration: "Heh... no wonder he's the boss of the Mountain King... he really is... formidable!"

Cobra frowned slightly, looking at his opponent who was clearly seriously injured but still full of fighting spirit, and said in a deep voice: "Now you should understand, this is not a place for brats like you to run wild. Take your men and get out of here right now!"

"roll?"

Serizawa Tamao seemed to have heard something amusing; the mocking smile on his lips widened suddenly, and his eyes became unusually sharp: "What? You think that just because you defeated me, Sannoh is guaranteed to win? You can rest easy now?"

"Ok?"

Cobra felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition instantly arose within him.

This reaction!

Something is wrong!

"Hey, Cobra..."

Tamao Serizawa's voice carried a hint of mockery, yet also a hint of seriousness: "Did you... make a mistake about something important?"

He endured the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his entire body apart, and with his left hand, which wasn't supporting him, he braced himself against his throbbing knee. With all his might, he shakily and slowly managed to stand up again.

Despite swaying violently, he maintained his upright posture, his eyes fixed intently on the cobra.

"I'm not the boss!"

"what?!"

The cobra's pupils suddenly contracted, as if struck by lightning.

He stared in disbelief at the imposing and powerful man before him.

Not the boss?

How can this be? !

With his abilities and magnanimity, how could he not be the leader?!

"of course not!"

Tamao Serizawa's voice was resolute, carrying an undeniable force: "Your victory over me doesn't represent any outcome! Besides..."

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood, and his eyes turned incredibly fierce: "I haven't lost yet!"

"Humph!"

The cobra's doubts and unease were instantly replaced by icy rage.

Regardless of whether the other party is the boss or not, deal with the immediate threat first.

"Since that's the case, then let's get rid of you completely first!"

His eyes flashed with cold light, and he took a step forward with his right foot, his fist, brimming with power, about to smash into the swaying Serizawa Tamao once again!

At this critical moment.

call!

A dark shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound, flew suddenly from the side like a boulder launched by a catapult.

boom! ! !

A heavy muffled sound!

The dark figure crashed heavily into the open space between Cobra and Serizawa Tamao, sending up a cloud of dust!

The cobra abruptly stopped its forward charge and took a closer look.

It's a crab!

He lay on the ground like a dead dog, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body twitching slightly, clearly having completely lost consciousness.

"Crab!!!"

The cobra's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a cold, giant hand!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze like a poisoned arrow, instantly piercing through the billowing smoke and dust, fixing on the tall, indifferent figure not far away, a cigarette dangling from his lips: Kurosaki Ryuji!

Their gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air!

In the cobra's eyes burned a raging fury.

···Requesting flowers·· ···

His eyes seemed to want to devour Kurosaki Ryuji alive, the veins on both sides of his temples throbbed violently like earthworms, and his clenched fists made a "crackling" sound from the excessive force.

At that moment, Cobra was like a volcano about to erupt.

Ryuji Kurosaki, however, still had that faint, slightly mocking smile on his lips.

He leisurely exhaled smoke, his eyes eerily calm.

"You are no match for him."

Ryuji Kurosaki finally looked away from the scene and gazed at Tamao Serizawa, who was covered in blood but still struggling to stand. His voice was calm and unwavering: "Leave the rest to me."

"Yes!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Serizawa Tamao let out a long sigh of relief and immediately dragged his heavy body backward, completely relinquishing the battlefield.

....... ....

Cobra did not stop Serizawa Tamao from retreating; all his attention was focused on Kurosaki Ryuji.

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, laced with the taste of blood: "You...you're the ringleader?!"

"His expression is really quite terrifying."

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly flicked his cigarette ash, his tone slightly mocking, as if he were discussing the weather or chatting about family matters: "What? You're only allowed to cause trouble in Kaiku and beat people half to death, but we're not allowed to come and help Kaiku's friends get revenge?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, even if I hadn't come today, you would have come to my territory to cause trouble!"

At this point, Kurosaki Ryuji paused, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield, the Sannoh members lying on the ground groaning in pain or unconscious. The corner of his mouth seemed to deepen slightly:

"Look, now, it seems like you're the only one left standing in your Sannoh Association."

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice carried a calmness that conveyed a sense of complete control: "I won't take advantage of you. You just had a fight, and you must have been quite exhausted. Take a good rest and recover your strength, so that if you lose later, you won't have to find an excuse to say that my victory was unfair. That would be so pointless."

Before he finished speaking, Kumakiri Rikiya and Tomoyuki Matoba squeezed out of the crowd, and the two of them together lifted a rather sturdy-looking wooden chair and placed it behind Kurosaki Ryuji with a "thump".

Ryuji Kurosaki sat down as if no one else was there, crossed his legs, and continued to leisurely smoke, his posture as if he weren't in the middle of a bloody battlefield, but rather sitting in his own backyard basking in the sun! Again.

Chapter 237 Facing the Cobra

As he took his seat, the members of the Godslayer Legion who had been scattered around him quickly and silently regrouped, as if receiving a silent command.

Fengxian, Kaijiu, Linglan and the others... layer upon layer, densely packed.

Like a silent tide, they instantly surrounded the cobra in the center and Ryuji Kurosaki sitting in the chair, leaving only a circular open space in the middle with a diameter of less than ten meters.

The cobra's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly looked around.

As far as the eye could see, besides the brothers of the Mountain King lying on the ground, their fates unknown, there were only cold and hostile gazes.

His comrades, who had fought alongside him for many years, were now all lying on the cold ground, some unconscious, others rolling on the ground and groaning in pain.

At that moment, an unprecedented, chilling anger and despair instantly swept over the entire body of "347" Cobra.

The Sannoh Federation... has actually been forced into such a predicament!

"As long as I can kill you!"

Cobra's voice trembled slightly with extreme rage, each word seemingly dripping with blood: "You bunch of bastards...you just want to get out...right?!"

"roll?"

Ryuji Kurosaki exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes turning cold and dangerous: "You're certainly being rude, but..."

He leaned forward slightly, casually flicking the ash from his cigarette, his gaze like a sharp blade piercing the cobra: "You don't have that chance."

Is there any chance...?

The cobra's eyes were instantly filled with a violent, bloodthirsty light; all reason was consumed by the sight of its fallen comrade and by its overwhelming rage: "It's not up to you!!!"

The last word was roared out like a thunderclap.

At that very moment, the cobra moved.

He did not hesitate at all, nor did he heed Kurosaki Ryuji's so-called advice to "rest and recover his strength".

The power within his body erupted like ignited explosives.

He pounced like a cheetah, with a resolute determination to destroy everything, charging towards Kurosaki Ryuji, who was sitting upright in the chair!

speed!

Almost reaching the extreme!

They quickly covered a distance of over ten meters!

near!

Fist!

The target was Ryuji Kurosaki's indifferent face!

The fist, imbued with all of Cobra's rage, power, and will to die, tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek!

however.

boom! ! ! !

A deafening, muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a thick cowhide drum, suddenly exploded on the deathly silent battlefield.

The violent airflow even stirred the stray hairs on Kurosaki Ryuji's forehead!

Time seems to freeze at this moment!

The hearts of all the onlookers were in their throats!

Just then, Cobra's deadly punch, powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, was only inches away from Kurosaki Ryuji's face.

It was caught easily and completely by a steadily raised hand.

Ryuji Kurosaki remained seated steadily in the wooden chair.

The body didn't even shake from the enormous impact.

He spread his right hand, his five fingers gripping the cobra's fist like an iron clamp.

The force of that punch, powerful enough to repel Tamao Serizawa, was effortlessly neutralized by him with one hand while seated!

The ash didn't even fall off the cigarette butt!

"Hey Hey hey..."

Ryuji Kurosaki tilted his head slightly, looking at the cobra so close to him, its face filled with astonishment and disbelief. The mocking curve at the corner of his mouth became more pronounced, and his voice carried a hint of helplessness, as well as a cold, playful tone.

"Didn't I tell you to rest and recover your strength? Why did you rush up here so impatiently?"

He gently shook the fist he was gripping, as if weighing a toy: "Even if you're very confident in yourself, at least... let me finish my cigarette, okay?"

The cobra's pupils contracted violently due to extreme shock.

He could clearly feel that his fist was welded to the other person's palm.

No matter how much he exerted his strength or flexed his muscles, that hand remained as still as a mountain.