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Only two figures remained, silently facing each other.

The air was thick with the smells of sweat, blood, and gunpowder.

"Don't waste time, let's begin!"

Ryuji Kurosaki grinned, revealing a smile that was a mixture of excitement and cruelty. His deep, clear voice broke the deathly silence.

"it is good!"

Mito Makio nodded, slowly taking a fighting stance, and a burning fighting spirit began to rise in his calm eyes.

This civil war, the final clash, is about to erupt.

Chapter 122 The Final Opponent

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Ryuji Kurosaki and Makio Mito's fists clashed wildly on the rooftop like two heavy iron hammers.

Each collision produced a dull, solid thud, as dense as a sudden storm, that carried far and wide.

Without any probing or detours, the two immediately engaged in the most primal and brutal head-on confrontation.

Fists flew, each strike aimed straight for vital points, and the panting of the two fighters could be clearly heard amidst the whistling wind of their punches.

This ferocious rhythm is so intense it's suffocating, leaving no room for even a moment to catch your breath.

In the distance, the spectators at the Fengxian Northeast Branch School, despite being some distance away, were still awestruck by this pure, violent clash.

Seeing the two figures locked in a fierce, rabid fight, many people instinctively held their breath, their brows furrowed, their faces filled with fear.

"That blond guy... is that Mito Makio? His aura... is like that of an enraged lion!"

"A cadre from the Northeast branch campus said in a low, hoarse voice."

"Rumor has it he's the strongest at the Northwest branch, and it seems it's true... those skills..."

"What's even more outrageous is that Ryuji Kurosaki. He just defeated Ekiji Takehisa, and now he's facing Makio Mito, and he's actually holding his own without being at a disadvantage!"

"When Mito Makio came up, he must have used up a lot of energy... This situation may be another evenly matched battle."

Amidst the discussions among the students at the Northeast branch school.

On the rooftop, Ryuji Kurosaki and Makio Mito had several more fresh bruises and abrasions on their bodies.

Sweat mixed with blood slid down their cheeks and mouths, soaking their clothes.

　"240" Kurosaki Ryuji's expression was unusually calm.

Each time a heavy punch landed on him, his expression remained extremely calm, as if he wasn't the one being attacked.

He knew perfectly well that Mito Masao's strength surpassed that of Takehisa Ekijo.

Taking it down will not be an easy task.

On the other hand, Makio Mito was experiencing a surge of turmoil in his heart.

He was shocked to discover that no matter how much force he threw at his opponent, Kurosaki Ryuji's movements did not falter in the slightest.

That body seemed to have no pain receptors, and its physical strength seemed bottomless, continuously outputting fierce attacks like a perpetual motion machine.

This situation is more unsettling than mere force.

In his eyes, Ryuji Kurosaki was like a bottomless abyss.

"We can't afford to waste any more time!"

After another round of fierce punches, Mito Makio clearly felt the soreness and numbness in his arms and the burning pain in his lungs.

The effects of his hard-fought battles were beginning to show, while his opponent's condition remained strangely stable.

If we keep fighting like this, we're likely to be the ones who fall first!

Ryuji Kurosaki caught a fleeting glimpse of retreat in Makio Mito's eyes, as well as a slight backward movement in his feet.

He burst forth like a cheetah that had been waiting for a long time.

He took a big step forward, and his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Mito Makio's sweaty collar!

The immense force tugged at Mito's body, and then, Kurosaki Ryuji's right fist, brimming with power, slammed into his cheek like a battering ram, accompanied by a whistling sound!

boom!

A particularly loud blow!

Mito Makio's head snapped back, and the force of the impact sent him staggering backward, his feet scraping the ground with a screeching sound.

That punch was quite damaging, but not enough to break him.

Mito Makio forced himself to steady himself, shook his buzzing head, and wiped away the blood that was welling up from the corner of his mouth again.

He looked up at Kurosaki Ryuji, who was standing still, panting heavily, and had not pursued them.

"Ryuji Kurosaki... Your strength is truly terrifying. I haven't encountered an opponent like you in a long time. It was exhilarating!"

Mito Makio was panting heavily, but a smile that was almost ferocious, a mixture of pain and extreme excitement, stretched across his face.

"You're not bad either, but... I'll win. Admit defeat, senior, and you'll suffer less."

After spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, Kurosaki Ryuji also said with a smile.

"Admit defeat?"

Mito Makio's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his voice was resolute: "I promised Takehisa-senpai... today, I must finish you off here!"

"Then Senior Wu Jiu is likely to be disappointed."

Ryuji Kurosaki's smile turned cold, and his eyes became even sharper.

After he finished speaking, the two fell into a deathly silence.

His chest heaved violently as he greedily sucked in the thin air, and sweat dripped down his taut jawline.

Four pairs of gazes, like tangible blades, locked in a fierce struggle in mid-air. Their minds were highly focused, and no slightest movement could escape the other's perception.

call!

A sudden gust of wind swept across the rooftop without warning, stirring up dust from the ground.

Moved!

"Come on, Mito-senpai!"

"Ryuji Kurosaki! Let me see your limit!!"

Two loud shouts tore through the gale almost simultaneously, and two figures shot towards each other like arrows released from a bow.

Just as they were about to collide again, a sharp glint flashed in Mito Makio's eyes.

He suddenly pushed off the ground, his entire body leaping into the air, a powerful whip kick tearing through the air with a whistling sound, fiercely sweeping towards Kurosaki Ryuji's temple.

At the same time, his clenched right fist was poised to strike. If this kick landed, the subsequent killing moves would pour down like a storm, giving Kurosaki Ryuji no chance to breathe!

However, Mito Makio's desperate, high-amplitude jump was a gamble.

Under Ryuji Kurosaki's highly focused mind, it was as clear as slow motion!

No retreat! No dodge! No block!

Faced with this powerful kick, Kurosaki Ryuji did something that surprised everyone from the Tohoku branch campus who was not far away.

Instead of defending himself, he accelerated to the limit once again.

He hurtled towards Mito Makio, who was still in mid-air, like a cannonball.

The distance was instantly compressed to its limit.

Mito Makio's fierce whip kick, because the target was too close, lost its optimal point of force and angle of attack. His shinbone even grazed Kurosaki Ryuji's shoulder, all in vain.

Meanwhile, Ryuji Kurosaki was like a giant python coiled around Makio Mito's waist and arms.

"Varied...?!"

Mito Makio's alarm bells rang loudly; before his feet even touched the ground, his body was completely under his control.

Ryuji Kurosaki gave his opponent absolutely no chance to adjust.

He let out a low roar, his waist and legs bursting with terrifying power. Holding onto Mito Makio's heavy and muscular body, he pushed the truck out of control, accelerating wildly toward the cold, hard concrete wall to the side.

"Uh!"

Mito Makio instantly understood the other party's intentions, and was filled with shock and anger!

He struggled desperately, but his bound arms made it difficult to exert any force. He could only use his right elbow, the only part of his body that he could move freely, to smash wildly and recklessly against Kurosaki Ryuji's back like a pile driver.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The heavy, rapid elbow strikes rang out like muffled drumbeats!

Each impact caused Kurosaki Ryuji's body to shudder violently.

But he clenched his teeth and, instead of slowing down, he put all his strength and weight into it, making his sprint even faster!

Boom! ! !

A deafening roar shook the very air around them!

Mito Makio's back slammed solidly and without any cushioning against the indestructible concrete wall!

The enormous impact was like a heavy hammer slamming into my internal organs!

His vision went black, his chest tightened, and the next second, a stream of scalding blood gushed from his throat, forming a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

The enormous reaction force also sent Kurosaki Ryuji flying backward.

He staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

After only a few rapid breaths to suppress his churning blood, a fierce glint returned to Kurosaki Ryuji's eyes.

He suddenly straightened up and, like a wounded beast, pounced on Mito Makio, who was slumped against the wall and in a daze.

He raised his right foot and slammed it hard into his chest.

Having barely regained a sliver of consciousness from the excruciating pain and dizziness that had nearly suffocated him, Mito Makio caught a glimpse of Kurosaki Ryuji rushing toward him with murderous intent out of the corner of his eye, and his strong survival instinct kicked in.

He didn't care about his image at all, and suddenly lunged to the side with all his might, rolling in an extremely disheveled manner, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow!

boom!

Ryuji Kurosaki delivered a powerful kick, slamming it hard into the wall where Makio Mito had just been leaning.

Loose cement chunks fell down along with dust.

"Tsk, they got away quickly."

Ryuji Kurosaki withdrew his leg, shook his numb ankle, and turned to look at Makio Mito, who had rolled to the side and was struggling to get up. His tone was icy.

"Cough...cough...that was close..."

Mito Makio knelt on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other clutching his aching chest, breathing heavily with lingering fear.

He knew that in his current state, if he were to be kicked, a broken bone would be the least of his worries.

"It's not over yet... Ryuji Kurosaki!"

After forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his throat, Mito Makio roared and used all his strength to stand up from the ground. He swayed, but still carried an indomitable fighting spirit, and took another step towards Kurosaki Ryuji.

Ryuji Kurosaki wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes icy, and went to meet him.

In an instant, the two threw punches again.

The fist tore through the air and smashed towards the opponent!

However, at this crucial moment that would decide the outcome, Mito Makio's movements suddenly froze.

A tearing pain shot through his internal organs, causing his core abdominal muscles to twitch uncontrollably.

The speed and power of the punch were immediately reduced.

He underestimated the damage the impact had caused him.

boom!

In that split second of hesitation, Ryuji Kurosaki's powerful fist, arriving late but arriving early, slammed solidly into Makio Mito's face.

"Pfft~~~"