Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

Saejima Toshiyuki opened his blood-soaked mouth, roared, and with all the remaining strength in his body, swung his fist.

However, he had not yet fully thrown his fist.

Wu Jiujiangcheng's fist had already landed on his chin, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Saejima Toshiyuki takes another heavy punch from Takehisa Eki.

Before he could even utter a complete groan of pain, his body felt as if all his bones had been removed, and he slumped backward, crashing heavily onto the cold floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A huge gap exists.

Even though Toshiyuki Saejima was already exhausted, he couldn't change the outcome, no matter how unwilling he was.

After confirming that Toshiyuki Saejima was completely unable to get up.

Wu Jiujiangcheng once again embarked on the journey to Tiantai.

...

Ryuji Kurosaki, Taiga Narumi, and Hayato Shibayama had just led their men up to the third floor.

Although there were quite a few elderly bald men near the stairwell, they were quickly cleaned up by working together.

"The rooftop is up there!"

Narumi Taiga wiped the blood and sweat from his face, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

However, just as they were preparing to rush towards the last set of steps, two groups of older bald men surged towards them like a tide from the passageway and stairs not far away.

Leading the group were two senior cadres with calm demeanor and sharp eyes, their faces bearing a faint, confident smile of certainty.

"So, who among you will be our opponent?"

One of the officers, who was slightly tall and thin, scanned the three of them like a scanner, finally fixing his gaze on Ryuji Kurosaki, who was standing at the very front.

A playful smile curved his lips as he pointed his index finger defiantly at Ryuji Kurosaki: "So what if it's you?"

"I?"

Ryuji Kurosaki raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that he had been chosen.

"puff..."

Hayato Shibayama, standing nearby, couldn't help but nudge Narumi Taiga with his elbow, lowering his voice and muttering incredulously, "Hey, Narumi, that senpai...did he get his head stuck in a door? He actually called out the boss by name? Doesn't he know what kind of monster he picked?"

He was quite aware of the strength of his boss, Ryuji Kurosaki.

After all, he had been beaten up badly before.

Unexpectedly, the executive on the other side specifically named Ryuji Kurosaki as his opponent.

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Narumi Taiga's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, only staring intently at the person opposite him.

Regardless of whether the other party is out of their mind, they dare to take the initiative to challenge Ryuji Kurosaki.

He expressed his approval and respect for this courage.

"It seems we have no choice but to take them out first."

Ryuji Kurosaki surveyed his surroundings. He knew there was no way to get to the rooftop unless he took care of these guys.

"Up!"

The next second, without the slightest hesitation, Ryuji Kurosaki suddenly sprang up.

Narumi Taiga and Shibayama Hayato followed closely behind with the rest of the lower-grade students.

The two sides then clashed in the corridor on the third floor.

The two Housen executives spoke arrogantly, but instead of making a move immediately, they had the older, bald men behind them take the lead in facing Kurosaki Ryuji and his group.

It was clearly a strategy of fighting first to wear them down.

Ryuji Kurosaki wasn't too concerned. After all, with his brothers protecting him, he had charged all the way up. Although he had consumed some energy, it wasn't much. He could warm up a bit before the final battle. At least in terms of energy, he had enough for now.

Faced with the surging onslaught of soldiers, he was like a reef standing in a raging storm.

His steps were steady, and his body remained almost still.

A bald, upperclassman charged at him, yelling and throwing punches. Kurosaki Ryuji raised his hand and delivered a punch.

boom! ! !

The older, bald man was hit like a high-speed baseball; his face instantly deformed, and he screamed as he flew backward, knocking down three or four people behind him.

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However, Hayato Shibayama, standing next to him, was not so composed.

He was quite strong, but when faced with enemies coming from all directions, he was still no match for them.

Although he roared and took down several older bald men in succession, he was also pushed and shoved by the surging crowd, involuntarily leaving his position at the stairwell and being forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Go away!"

Hayato Shibayama roared and delivered a vicious punch that left one of the men in front of him dazed and disoriented.

But then punches and kicks came from the side and behind.

With several muffled thuds, Hayato Shibayama was hit in the face and ribs.

The pain made him even more irritable, but there were simply too many enemies.

He was like a beast trapped in a swamp, each swing bringing down an opponent.

But his wounds kept increasing, and he was pushed further and further away from the main battlefield.

"hateful!"

Hayato Shibayama felt a surge of frustration.

He seized the opportunity, grabbed the collar of an older, bald man in front of him, and pulled him in front of him to act as a shield.

At the same time, it unleashed all its power, roaring as it tried to smash open a bloody path.

"Get out of my way!!!"

However, his view was blocked by the chaotic crowd and the "human shields," and he couldn't see where he was going at all.

Instead of breaking out of the encirclement, during the pushing and shoving, he tripped over something and, along with the "shield" he was holding, lost his balance and stumbled into a room with an open door next to him!

Pfft!

The two fell heavily to the ground, knocking over several chairs and making a jarring noise.

"Kill him!"

The older, bald guys outside the door naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and they shouted as they tried to rush into the room.

Just then, a voice, languid yet undeniably authoritative, echoed in the room like a cool spring:

"Hey."

The bald men who were about to pour in froze at the doorway as if a pause button had been pressed.

Hayato Shibayama struggled to lift his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Deep inside the room, by the window, a man with signature long blond hair was sitting leisurely in a chair.

He crossed his legs, a lit cigarette between his fingers, wisps of smoke curling around his rugged face.

The light from the window outlined his tall and imposing figure, and also illuminated his dark eyes that gleamed with a dangerous light.

It was none other than Mito Makio!

He slowly took a drag of his cigarette, then gestured towards the door, his tone casual yet carrying an unspoken command:

"Leave this guy to me, you guys... get out."

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise, carrying an undeniable force.

Upon hearing this, the older, bald students at the entrance immediately retreated like a receding tide.

In the room, only Hayato Shibayama, struggling to get up, and Masao Mito, leisurely smoking, remained.

Chapter 117 Narumi Taiga Takes Over

Inside the room, the air seemed to have solidified into heavy blocks of lead.

Hayato Shibayama struggled to get up from the cold floor, shook his buzzing head, and wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He stared warily at Mito Makio, who sat by the window, seemingly detached from the situation.

The other person's languid posture and the smoke rings he casually exhaled seemed like a silent mockery, deeply wounding Hayato Shibayama's pride.

"Hey! Mito-senpai!"

Hayato Shibayama growled, assuming a fighting stance with a fierce look in his eyes: "If you're going to make a move, then hurry up and do it!"

Mito Makio seemed not to hear, and took another deep drag on his cigarette, the scarlet tip flickering in the dim light.

He slowly exhaled the smoke, then slightly turned his head, his black eyes, as deep as a pool in the shadows, finally landing on Hayato Shibayama.

There was no anger or contempt in his eyes, only an almost indifferent scrutiny, like a butcher eyeing a lamb to the slaughter.

"The momentum is good, but unfortunately... it's too weak!"

Mito Makio casually flicked the cigarette butt off his hand.

The cigarette butt was still tracing a path through the air when the other person had already moved!

He appeared in front of Shibayama Hayato in an instant, and with a smooth low sweep, kicked "240" at the side of Shibayama Hayato's front knee as he had just regained his footing.

"Ugh!"

Caught off guard, Hayato Shibayama felt a sharp pain explode from his knee, his entire leg went numb, and he screamed as his body uncontrollably collapsed forward to his knees.

But this is just the beginning!

Mito Makio raised his leg and delivered another side kick, which landed heavily on his chest like a hammer.

boom!

The dull, deafening sound was like a heavy hammer striking a drum!

Hayato Shibayama felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His massive body slid backward along the ground as if hit by a speeding truck.

Boom!

Hayato Shibayama crashed heavily into the wall on the other side of the room before coming to a stop.

The immense impact caused his vision to go black, and his body slid against the wall like mud to the ground, curling up in a ball, coughing violently in pain, each cough bringing up large mouthfuls of bloody froth.

gap!

A devastating gap!

In just two blows, Hayato Shibayama felt as if his bones had been broken apart.

Mito Makio slowly withdrew his leg, looking relaxed and carefree, giving the impression that he hadn't exerted any effort at all.

"Cough...cough cough...you...bastard..."

Hayato Shibayama felt like every bone in his body was screaming in agony; his chest was burning with pain, and his knees were in excruciating agony.

But his inherent stubbornness and unwillingness to accept defeat burned like a raging fire.

"It's not over yet!"

Hayato Shibayama roared, veins bulging on his forehead, and with astonishing willpower, he managed to stand up inch by inch again!

His eyes burned with an indomitable flame as he stared intently at Mito Makio.

Mito Makio's eyebrows twitched very slightly.

They seemed somewhat surprised by this tenacious vitality.

Then a smirk appeared on his lips: "Not bad, but unfortunately you have absolutely no chance of winning!"

"so what!"

Shibayama Hayato sneered.