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Wu Jiujiang felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy object, and he saw stars before his eyes.

The immense impact sent his feet off the ground, his body flying backward in a twisted posture.

Boom! ! !

Another heavy impact!

Wu Jiujiang City slammed back into the pile of debris that had just been scattered, stirring up even more dust and debris.

This time, he lay there, his body convulsing violently a few times, and large mouthfuls of blood mixed with saliva gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, staining the tattered cloth beneath him.

"Hey! Senior Takehisa! Can you still move?"

Ryuji Kurosaki stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly, and shouted into the ruins.

A brief moment of dead silence.

Then, the ruins moved.

A hand stained with blood and dust trembled as it pushed aside the wooden board pressing down on his back.

Wu Jiujiang slowly propped himself up, trying to stand up.

"Come again..."

A faint yet incredibly clear sound, tinged with the heavy stench of blood, escaped from Wu Jiujiangcheng's mouth.

Clearly, as the head of the Housen branch, she would never give up or fall so easily!

Chapter 121 Don't Die, Senior Wu Jiu

"as you wish!"

The last trace of hesitation in Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes faded.

Without further hesitation, he strode closer.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure, Wu Jiujiangcheng let out a beast-like roar from deep in his throat, and with all his remaining willpower, he swung his arm and threw a punch.

But this punch was no longer as fierce and swift as it had been at the beginning; its trajectory was slow and clear, and the entire arm seemed to move as slowly as if it were filled with lead.

Ryuji Kurosaki merely tilted his head slightly, and the feeble fist grazed his ear and missed its mark.

Without the slightest pause, his counter-punch, accompanied by a muffled whistling sound, landed with pinpoint accuracy on Wu Jiujiangcheng's jaw.

boom!

It was accompanied by a heart-stopping sound.

Wu Jiujiangcheng's body stiffened as if struck by lightning, then lost all support and fell heavily to the ground again!

A large amount of blood spurted from his mouth, staining the gray cement ground in front of him a bright red.

"Again..."

Blood and foam kept gushing from the cracked corner of his mouth. His consciousness was as fragile as a candle in the wind, and his body felt like it was falling apart. Every tiny twitch caused excruciating pain throughout his body.

However, those two words, like an obsession etched into his bones, stubbornly squeezed out from his clenched teeth.

With trembling hands, he braced himself against the ground again, his forehead pressed against the cold cement, using all the remaining strength in his body to try to lift the battered body from the dust.

At that moment, his face, distorted by swelling and blood, was filled with an indomitable ferocity.

"Senior Wu Jiu! That's enough! You'll die if you keep fighting!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice carried a hint of warning.

He could tell that the other person's body was nearing its limit and that they were only holding on by sheer willpower.

"Don't worry... I'm tough..."

Wu Jiujiang spoke haltingly, each breath bringing forth more blood foam.

He finally managed to prop himself up with his hands again, though he was swaying precariously, like a withered blade of grass that could break at any moment in a storm.

"is it?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes instantly turned cold and resolute, the last trace of hesitation replaced by pure respect for his opponent: "Then... don't die, Takehisa-senpai!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of Wu Jiujiangcheng.

Without giving the other party any further chances, he clenched his right fist, conveying a sense of finality and a complex respect for this tenacious will.

It slammed down hard on the head that was still trying to raise its head.

boom! ! !

The dull thud of a fist striking a skull was so heavy it was suffocating.

Wu Jiujiangcheng's head accelerated violently under the force of the punch, slamming back hard onto the cold, hard cement ground!

The sound of the impact echoed on the empty rooftop, only to be dispersed by the wind.

Deathly silence descended.

Ryuji Kurosaki gasped for breath as he looked at Takehisa Eki, who lay motionless on the ground.

ended?

Just when Kurosaki Ryuji thought the dust had settled.

Wu Jiujiangcheng's fingers, stained with blood and dust, twitched very slightly.

Immediately afterwards, those fingers tensed up sharply, digging deep into the cold, rough cement cracks, their knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

"Heh...heh heh..."

He forced out muffled, dying sounds from his throat, like a broken bellows, mixed with blood and foam, as he tried to prop up his broken body again.

The muscles in my arm spasmed, like a red-hot iron rolling under my skin. Every tiny tremor brought a tearing pain, and my vision was constantly being eroded by blood and darkness.

That indomitable will, that soul burning to the very end, could no longer drive this body that had reached its limit.

"Uh-huh..."

A suppressed growl, filled with endless resentment, squeezed out from his clenched teeth.

immediately.

The supporting arm suddenly went limp.

His forehead slammed heavily against the cold ground with a dull thud.

He was completely limp, as if all his bones had been removed, lying amidst the cold, cluttered objects, with only his chest rising and falling very faintly, proving that his life had not yet been completely extinguished.

......

"It's...over?"

Not far away, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto and the rest of the students from the Housen Tohoku branch school, including Sashio Ueda, stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and solemnity.

Wu Jiujiangcheng's posture of fighting to the very last moment, until he was completely exhausted.

And Ryuji Kurosaki's overwhelming physique.

It is deeply imprinted in everyone's pupils.

"He... he really did collapse..."

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.

Looking at his fellow branch office manager, who was just like him, lying there like a broken doll, he felt a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

"I never expected that the head of a branch school would be defeated by a freshman."

"It's not so much that Takehisa Eijo is weak, but rather that Kurosaki Ryuji is too strong."

"Indeed... he's so strong it's like he's not human. In the end, I think Wu Jiujiang City will at most only be able to inflict a minor injury on him!"

Just as everyone at the Northeast branch campus was sighing with emotion.

Bang!

The heavy iron gate leading to the rooftop was once again violently pushed open.

The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound instantly drew everyone's attention.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway, backlit, making his outline somewhat blurry.

But as he stepped into the light on the rooftop, the figure became clearer.

It is Makio Mito.

His blond hair was somewhat disheveled, with several obvious bruises on his forehead and cheekbones, and his mouth was also cut and bleeding.

Sweat soaked through his white vest, clinging tightly to his muscular chest and arms. Especially around his collar, dark sweat stains mixed with not-yet-dry dark red bloodstains spread out in a large patch, emitting a strong smell of sweat and a faint stench of blood.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, only a trace of the grimness that remained between his brows after a fierce battle.

On his shoulder was a figure, none other than Narumi Taiga.

Narumi's eyes were closed, his face was also covered in bruises, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

She slumped limply against Mito's shoulder, clearly unconscious.

His injuries and disheveled state were no better than Wu Jiujiang's.

Mito Makio carried Narumi and walked steadily to the middle of the rooftop, not far from where Kurosaki Ryuji and Takehisa Eki had fallen.

···Requesting flowers·· ···

His gaze swept over Wu Jiujiangcheng, who was slumped on the ground, and a faint ripple seemed to pass through the depths of his eyes, but it quickly returned to silence.

Then, he calmly looked at Kurosaki Ryuji, the only one standing in the arena.

There was no provocation, no fear, just a confirmation of a predetermined goal.

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at Taiga Narumi, who was being carried up by Makio Mito, without much surprise on his face.

Slightly out of breath, his chest heaving, the fierce battle with Wu Jiujiang had taken a toll on his strength, and sweat dripped down his sharply defined jawline.

Ryuji Kurosaki twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered, "As expected... I still lost to this guy."

His tone carried a sense of understanding.

Narumi Taiga is very strong, as Kurosaki Ryuji, who has fought him, knows very well.

But Mito Makio is the strongest at the Housen Northwest Branch School.

The two were a year apart in age, and their combat experience and strength differed, so it was not surprising that Narumi Taiga lost to him.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze refocused on Makio Mito.

Just then, a faint but clear sound came from the ruins, intermittent, with heavy breathing and the gurgling sound of churning blood foam.

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"Ma...Maki..."

It was Takehisa Jiangcheng. He hadn't completely lost consciousness yet. With his last bit of strength, he turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of Mito Makio. His eyes were filled with complex emotions: resentment, entrustment, and a hint of pleading!

"I'm entrusting...the...next...to...you!"

Each word seemed to be squeezed out from a shattered lung, exhausting Wu Jiujiangcheng's last bit of strength.

After saying this, his head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness; only his faint breathing proved that he was still alive.

Ryuji Kurosaki watched Takehisa Eki's last glance at Mito Makio, and listened to his fragmented entrustment.

And I still haven't seen any notification that the task is complete.

He understood that Mito Makio was likely his final opponent.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly straightened up, took a deep breath to suppress the slight fatigue in his body, and fixed his sharp gaze on Makio Mito, who was standing not far away.

Mito Makio seemed not to have heard Takehisa Eki's words, or perhaps he had heard them but didn't care.

He turned slightly to the side, his movements anything but gentle.

However, he didn't act roughly; he gently laid the unconscious Narumi Taiga on his shoulder onto the relatively flat ground at the edge of the rooftop.

After doing all this, he turned around completely to face Kurosaki Ryuji, stretched his neck, and made a slight clicking sound.

He raised his hand, casually wiping away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and calmly met Kurosaki Ryuji's gaze, which burned with fighting spirit.

On the rooftop, even the wind seemed to freeze.