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

"Senior! We heard that you led the Housen branch to defeat the Southwest Branch of Suzuran. That was so awesome!!"

"Yes, yes, you've defeated all those legendary guys from Lily of the Valley!"

"You're our idol! Everyone in our middle school is talking about you!"

The boy in the lead was so excited he was incoherent. He suddenly bowed deeply to Kurosaki Ryuji at a ninety-degree angle: "Senpai! Please...please take a picture with us, please!!"

The other two quickly followed suit, their eyes filled with fervor and pleading.

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at the three middle school students in front of him who were a little too excited, and then glanced at Ruka Aizawa, who was standing next to him with a somewhat amused expression. He frowned slightly, but still nodded.

He wasn't used to this kind of pure worship, but he was too lazy to refuse it.

"That's great! Thank you so much, senior!!"

The three boys were overjoyed.

One of them immediately took out his phone and respectfully handed it to Ruka Aizawa: "Sister! Could you please take a picture for us? Thank you!"

Ruka Aizawa smiled helplessly and took the phone.

The three middle school students immediately crowded around Ryuji Kurosaki, standing up straight with a mix of nervousness and excitement, trying to make themselves look more "delinquent".

Ryuji Kurosaki remained seated expressionless, only slightly turning his body to the side.

Click!

The phone shutter clicked.

"Thank you, senior! Thank you, sister!"

The three boys received the phone and looked at the photo of themselves with their idol on the screen. They were so excited, as if they had found a rare treasure, that they danced with joy and bowed deeply to Kurosaki Ryuji once again.

Overjoyed, he ran out of the shop, turning back every few steps, constantly shouting that he wanted to show off.

A brief moment of tranquility returned to the store.

"Looks like you have quite a few 'fans,' even middle school students know you."

Ruka Aizawa looked at Ryuji Kurosaki with a grin and teased him.

Ryuji Kurosaki shrugged and drank his cola with a rather helpless expression.

He never expected that he would gain more fans after that battle.

Just then, the wind chimes at the shop entrance rang out crisply once again.

A figure walked in.

The man was tall and thin, wearing an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans, but what was most striking was his short blond hair in the sunset.

He has handsome features and bright, sharp eyes.

The person who came was clearly there to buy groceries, and their gaze habitually swept over the fruits and vegetables in the store.

But when he saw the figure sitting in front of the counter, his gaze froze instantly.

Ryuji Kurosaki also raised his head at almost the same time.

Eyes facing each other.

That blonde hair!

A photo flashed through Kurosaki Ryuji's mind—a picture of him tucked in Mito Makio's wallet.

The boy in the photo has a bright smile, but his eyes, like the person in front of him, have an undisguised sharpness.

It seems to be Makio Mito's younger brother!

Tatsuya Mito!

After confirming Kurosaki Ryuji's appearance, Mito Ryuji's bright eyes suddenly lit up, like a hawk spotting its prey.

The casual look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an expression that mixed surprise, confirmation, and an extremely strong fighting spirit.

He stopped looking at the vegetables and walked straight to the counter, his gaze fixed intently on Ryuji Kurosaki.

"you..."

Mito Tatsuya's voice was clear and bright, yet it possessed a composure beyond his years and a hint of suppressed excitement: "Is that Kurosaki Ryuji, the head of the Housen Northwest Branch School? In person?"

Ryuji Kurosaki put down his teacup, calmly met his gaze, and nodded slightly: "It's me."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Tatsuya Mito's lips involuntarily curled upwards, his smile brimming with a sense of challenge.

He straightened his back slightly, and the fighting spirit in his eyes almost burst forth as flames.

"It's really you!"

Tatsuya Mito's voice carried a certainty of having found his target: "Hello, my brother is Makio Mito. He often talks about you at home. He says you are the strongest guy he has ever met."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Ryuji Kurosaki, and said clearly, word by word:

“My name is Mito Tatsuya, and I am Mito Makio’s younger brother.”

"I've always wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of person is the one that even my older brother admits is the 'strongest'. I never expected to actually see him here."

His words revealed an undisguised desire to challenge the strong, a desire that permeated the air as if it were a tangible thing.

The atmosphere inside the small fruit and vegetable shop instantly became subtle and tense.

Ruka Aizawa also felt this invisible pressure and looked at the suddenly appearing, imposing blond delinquent with some surprise.

"Want to see what it's like? How about a fight?"

Kurosaki Ryuji slowly grinned and asked, of course he could see the fighting spirit in Mito Tatsuya's eyes.

Moreover, he often heard Makio Mito mention that Tatsuya Mito might surpass him, his older brother, in the future.

Now, Mito Ryu has also entered the Fengxian Middle School branch, and seems to be doing very well in the first grade.

Chapter 159 Three Punches End the Battle

Mito Tatsuya's undisguised, burning fighting spirit instantly filled the small fruit and vegetable shop, shattering the previous tranquil atmosphere.

Ruka Aizawa looked at Ryuji Kurosaki with some concern.

Then look at the person in front of him named Mito Tatsuya.

She could sense that something was about to erupt between the two of them.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly put down the cola in his hand, the cola making a slight clinking sound against the wooden table.

He stood up, his tall figure casting an even deeper shadow in the store.

He calmly looked into Mito Ryuya's challenging eyes, without anger or offense, only a slight smile playing on his lips, and suggested, "How about a fight?"

"it is good!"

Mito Ryu didn't hesitate at all.

"Come outside!"

Ryuji Kurosaki took the lead, walking out of the fruit and vegetable store and arriving at a relatively empty backstreet space next to the store, where several empty wooden crates were piled up.

The last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows here.

Without hesitation, Mito Ryuya followed, his eyes fixed on Kurosaki Ryuji's back, each step brimming with a sharp, ready-to-go aura.

In the middle of the open space, the two stood facing each other.

The evening breeze blew, ruffling the silver hair of Ryuji Kurosaki and the blond hair of Tatsuya Mito.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept over Tatsuya Mito's ordinary T-shirt, and he asked, his voice tinged with inquiry:

"Miki Mito is at the Northwest Branch School. Given your abilities and status, why didn't you go to the Northwest Branch School, but instead chose the Fengxian Middle School Branch School? Is it because of Miki Mito?"

Upon hearing this, Mito Tatsuya's provocative smile widened, and he met Kurosaki Ryuji's gaze without flinching, his voice clear and ambitious:

"Why? It's simple!"

"Because I want to surpass him, surpass my older brother Fujima Yoshio!"

His gaze sharpened, like a drawn blade: "Entering the Central Branch is my own path. I will prove myself there, unify the entire Central Branch, and then..."

He raised his finger and pointed at Ryuji Kurosaki, as if pointing further away, symbolizing the other branch schools: "I will lead the power of the Central Branch School, one after another, to flatten the Northwest Branch School, the Northeast Branch School, and finally the main school, surpassing my older brother, surpassing everyone, and becoming the strongest pinnacle in the entire Housen, no... the entire delinquent world!"

Mito Tatsuya's declaration, filled with arrogance and reckless drive, resounded particularly loudly in the twilight open space.

Ryuji Kurosaki listened quietly, his face showing no change in expression.

Only after Mito Ryuya finished speaking did he slowly open his mouth, his voice low and deep, yet carrying a heavy, imposing presence like a mountain:

"A commendable ambition."

"In that case..."

Ryuji Kurosaki slightly moved his neck, making a soft clicking sound, and his gaze behind his glasses suddenly became sharp as a blade: "Then I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Makio Mito, and show you what kind of strength is needed to contend for the top."

"Varied...?!"

The arrogance on Mito Tatsuya's face was instantly replaced by shock and anger.

Are you here to teach me a lesson on behalf of Masao?

The previous lesson?

This condescending tone, as if he were just a brat who needed to be taught, completely ignited the anger in his heart.

This is utter contempt and insult!

"Kurosaki Ryuji, although you defeated my elder brother, you are far too arrogant!!"

Mito Ryuya's face grew increasingly gloomy.

"Whether I'm arrogant or not, you'll find out once you try."

Ryuji Kurosaki waved at him provocatively.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Without further ado, Mito Ryuu activated his body instantly!

fast!

very fast!

Tatsuya Mito's movements possess agility and explosiveness far exceeding those of his peers, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

Her footwork was agile and varied, with a deliberate flair and an elusive rhythm, instantly closing the distance between her and Ryuji Kurosaki.

next second.

His fists came out like a storm, with tricky angles and feints, aiming at Kurosaki Ryuji's head, ribs, and joints.

His playing style appears to be the result of systematic training, demonstrating considerable skill.

It was fast and highly deceptive, attempting to tear through Kurosaki Ryuji's defenses with a dazzling barrage of attacks.

Faced with this swift and powerful attack, Ryuji Kurosaki made his move.

His movements were minimal, yet his efficiency was astonishing.

There are no unnecessary frills, only the most direct dodging and blocking!

He tilted his head slightly, letting a sharp jab graz his earlobe.

His left arm sank down like an iron gate, steadily blocking the fast leg that swept towards his ribs.

His body was as stable as a rock, his feet firmly planted on the ground. No matter how Mito Ryuuya changed his footwork and made feints, his center of gravity remained unchanged.

Whether with a palm or a fist, his right hand always manages to precisely deflect or block Mito Ryuya's seemingly all-pervasive attacks at the most opportune moment, as if he could foresee the future!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Whoosh!Whoosh!

boom!boom!

The sounds of fists and feet clashing rang out densely. Mito Tatsuya's attacks were like surging waves crashing against an unbreakable reef. Apart from futile noise, they could not shake his opponent in the slightest.

His pride in speed and agility seemed utterly pale and powerless in the face of Ryuji Kurosaki's calm and precise response, which was like that of a precision instrument.

Each time his attack was easily thwarted, his shock and frustration deepened.

"The movements are fast, flashy, and quite deceptive."