Sagara Takeshi's smile grew wider and more twisted upon hearing this. He immensely enjoyed Katagiri's subservient demeanor, as if admiring a perfect work of art.
"What are you begging him for, Tomoji! Stand up!" Ito roared in anger. He couldn't bear Katagiri bowing his head to someone like Sagara Takeshi for his sake.
He struggled with all his might, trying to stand up. "My own business... I'll handle it myself! You don't need to bow to him!"
"Shut up! Soft Leaf trash!" One of Sagara Takeshi's subordinates immediately rushed forward, intending to beat the weakened Ito.
"Stop it!!!"
Katagiri, who had been bowing his head, suddenly erupted like a wounded lion, punching the thug who rushed forward and sending him stumbling back!
He stood in front of Ito, roaring at everyone from Kaiki:
"Have you guys... forgotten?! He just had a fair one-on-one duel with me! This is how we should be!"
Just as he finished speaking—
"We won't let anyone who harms a companion off lightly, Tomoji!"
Sagara Takeshi's chilling voice came from behind him!
At the same time, a thick wooden stick, picked up from who knows where, came whistling through the air and viciously struck Katagiri's head in a sneak attack!
Bang!!
A heart-stopping thud!
Katagiri's body swayed violently, and blood instantly seeped from his hair, flowing down his cheek.
He turned his head with difficulty, little by little, his eyes, blurred by shock and pain, fixed on Sagara Takeshi, who held the wooden stick and wore a sinister grin.
Sagara Takeshi instinctively took half a step back, startled by the gaze, and thought in alarm: 'As expected of Tomoji... even after being hit like this, taking that stick head-on... he can still stand...'
Katagiri's consciousness quickly blurred, and the world began to spin and darken before his eyes. He could no longer support himself and his body tilted forward.
Just as he was about to fall heavily to the ground, a strong arm suddenly reached out from behind and steadied him.
A voice, slightly teasing yet incredibly reliable, sounded in his ear:
"Hey, hey, Katagiri, this is quite pathetic, this isn't like the you I know."
Upon hearing the voice, Ito's face instantly broke out in ecstatic joy, as if snatched from the jaws of death: "Yuwen-senpai!!"
Sagara Takeshi and the surrounding Kaiki thugs also saw the newcomer, and the several companions behind him who had silently fallen to the ground at some point. Their faces instantly changed dramatically, and they all instinctively took a step back, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Katagiri leaned against Yuwen, still trying to struggle to stand upright, not wanting to show too much weakness in front of this guy. He spoke with difficulty: "Yu...wen...take Ito away...don't get involved in this...this is...our Kaiki's own business..."
Yuwen supported him, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable force: "Kaiki's business? What I see now isn't some internal affair; it's just a pack of hyenas ganging up on two injured lions, and..."
He glanced at the wooden stick in Sagara Takeshi's hand, "...they're even using such despicable methods. I don't like it, so I'm getting involved."
He carefully moved Katagiri to sit against the wall next to Ito, then turned and faced Sagara Takeshi and dozens of Kaiki thugs alone.
He twisted his neck, producing a soft cracking sound, and his gaze calmly swept over the dense crowd before him, finally settling on the grim-faced Sagara Takeshi.
Sagara Takeshi suppressed the apprehension in his heart and shouted, feigning courage: "Yuwen! This is our Kaiki's internal matter! It has nothing to do with you, a guy from Suzuran! Get lost!"
Yuwen smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile: "Nothing to do with me? You hit someone I'm looking after, and you ambushed an opponent I grudgingly respect. Now you're telling me it has nothing to do with me?"
He crooked his finger, and his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Enough talk. If you want to touch them, you'll have to take me down first. But, with you nobodies, that might be a bit difficult."
Sagara Takeshi's face completely darkened. He knew there was no peaceful resolution, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he suddenly waved his hand: "Charge! Cripple him for me! Let him know the consequences of meddling!"
"Oh!!!" The Kaiki thugs let out emboldening roars, rushing towards Yuwen like a tide from all directions!
Yuwen took a deep breath. Far from showing fear, his eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement: "Perfect, it's been a while since I've really stretched my muscles. I hope you guys... don't disappoint me too much!"
The battle erupted instantly!
Yuwen was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep; his movements were as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder!
Bang!
A heavy punch sent the first thug who charged flying backward, knocking down two more behind him!
He sidestepped a swinging fist, simultaneously delivering a sharp elbow strike hard into another's ribs, a clear sound of bone cracking that made one's teeth ache!
But there were too many opponents. In a moment of carelessness, a heavy kick landed hard on his back, making him stagger two steps forward.
Yuwen didn't care at all. He grabbed the attacker's ankle with a backhand, swung him around half a circle, and threw him like a sandbag into the charging crowd!
"Whoa!" A flurry of bodies tumbled!
But then, a swinging wooden stick came whistling towards his head!
Yuwen quickly raised his arm to block!
Thwack!
The wooden stick struck his forearm with a dull thud.
Yuwen looked expressionlessly at the pale-faced thug holding the wooden stick, and said coldly: "Fighting... also has its limits."
With that, he completely ignored the punches and kicks coming from other directions, enduring several attacks, and suddenly lunged forward in front of the thug with the stick. His left hand gripped the thug's face like an iron clamp, and his right hand clenched into a fist—
Bang!
A punch landed hard on his abdomen!
Bang!
Immediately followed by a second punch to his chin!
The thug couldn't even scream; teeth mixed with bloody foam flew out!
Finally, Yuwen delivered a heavy uppercut that sent him flying backward, feet off the ground, knocking over several more people!
The battle grew fiercer, and Yuwen's injuries increased, but his eyes grew brighter!
The Berserker talent began to operate silently, pain slowly transforming into more surging power and faster speed!
His movements became more violent, more difficult to catch!
Sagara Takeshi watched grimly from the side, the sight of Yuwen single-handedly suppressing dozens of Kaiki's elite thugs made his heart pound.
The hesitation in his eyes and the last trace of fear for Yuwen's strength were gradually replaced by deeper ruthlessness and resolve—he absolutely could not let this monster continue!
Otherwise, the power he had so painstakingly acquired would turn to dust!
He suddenly pulled out a gleaming switchblade from his in my arms!
Click!
The blade sprang out, glinting coldly!
At the same time, he sternly ordered his trusted subordinates: "Don't just stand there! Grab your weapons! Kill him for me! Use whatever you have!"
Immediately, the remaining Kaiki thugs pulled out their hidden daggers, brass knuckles, collapsible batons, and other weapons. The fear in their eyes was replaced by the false courage brought by the weapons, and they once again surrounded Yuwen like hungry wolves!
The situation instantly escalated, becoming more dangerous! Abnormal! The cold glint of metal reflected in countless pairs of frantic eyes!
The atmosphere was stretched to its breaking point!
Yuwen watched as Sagara Takeshi and his subordinates brandished switchblades, brass knuckles, and other dangerous weapons. His eyes completely chilled, and the aura around him became dangerous and oppressive.
He stared at Sagara Takeshi, warning him in a low, clear voice:
"Sagara, I'm warning you one last time. Put those things away and get out of here with your men."
He subtly flexed his wrist, his joints making a slight clicking sound, "Otherwise, once I get serious... I won't hold back anymore, and the consequences... you'll have to bear them yourselves."
Upon hearing this, Sagara Takeshi's face contorted into an exaggerated and twisted sneer, his eyes flashing with madness and desperation.
He licked his lips: "Haha... hold back? Today is a good day to deal with you, this meddlesome crow, too! Kaiki's internal cleanup isn't for an outsider like you to dictate!"
"Yuwen, even you won't leave this alley in one piece today!" He twirled the switchblade in his hand, creating a dangerous flourish.
His trusted subordinates immediately sneered, gripping their weapons tightly, and closing in on the encirclement.
Only those who were originally directly under Katagiri Satoshi hesitated, looking at Yuwen, who stood in front of Ito and Katagiri, then at the ruthless-looking Sagara Takeshi. Their steps faltered, unsure of what to do.
Just as the tension was palpable and a fight was about to break out—
A low, weak, yet undeniably authoritative voice rang out:
"Everyone... stop!"
Katagiri Satoshi was seen supporting himself against the wall, painstakingly and slowly standing up again.
The blood on his forehead was still flowing, and his face was pale, but his eyes were as firm as bedrock.
He scanned the Kaiki members who had once followed him, his voice not loud, but clear enough to reach everyone's ears:
"Put down your weapons... all of them. Today... no one is to lay a hand on anyone else."
The thugs of Kaiki, especially Katagiri's old subordinates, seeing their boss stand up and speak again, immediately became even more hesitant. Their forward steps completely stopped, and some even subconsciously hid their weapon-holding hands behind their backs.
Those of Sagara's faction who had been eager to act also hesitated, and many of them glanced back and forth between him and Sagara Takeshi with complex expressions.
Seeing this, Sagara Takeshi's face instantly became extremely ugly.
He knew that with Katagiri's words, at least half of the people he had brought today would no longer fight with all their might.
He glared at Katagiri, then shot a venomous look at Yuwen, his eyes changing several times. Finally, he forced out a twisted smile and said to Katagiri:
"Hmph! Very well... Tomoji, even to the very end, you choose to side with outsiders, don't you? Fine, today I'll give you, the 'former' boss, some face."
He paused, his tone becoming cold and threatening:
"But... this matter isn't over. Let's go!"
With that, he waved his hand, extremely unwillingly, and led his group of trusted subordinates, turning to leave first.
The remaining Kaiki thugs looked at each other, then at Sagara Takeshi's retreating back, then at Katagiri, who was covered in injuries but still stood tall, and the god-like Yuwen and Ito beside him. In the end, they chose to follow Sagara Takeshi's group, leaving the chaotic alley one after another.
Katagiri Satoshi watched the retreating figures of those who had once followed him but now chose to leave, a hint of unconcealed loneliness and daze flashing in his eyes.
The once dominant overlord of Kaiki, who had commanded the winds and clouds, was now reduced to such a state of betrayal and abandonment.
The breath that had sustained him seemed to dissipate with their departure, and his body swayed, almost collapsing again.
Yuwen looked at him, smiled, and walked over to pat his shoulder: "Hey, don't make that face. At least... you saved what you thought was most important, didn't you? And, you saw some people's true colors, so it's not too much of a loss, right?"
Ito also struggled to lean over. Although he himself was badly injured, he still said earnestly: "Katagiri... just now, thank you."
Katagiri struggled to stand steady, his voice hoarse: "Don't thank me... I just did what I thought was right..."
He tried to push away Yuwen's supporting hand, "I can walk by myself."
Yuwen, however, without a word, hooked one of his arms, while his other hand supported the wobbling Ito: "Alright, alright, don't be so stubborn. In your condition, you two would be carried off by wild dogs halfway there."
He was incredibly strong. Katagiri struggled for a moment, finding he couldn't break free, and could only helplessly give up, allowing Yuwen to support him.
Thus, the three of them, in an extremely strange yet unusually harmonious posture, supported each other, stumbling out of the alley.
As they walked, Yuwen suddenly spoke, his tone as if discussing the pleasant weather: "Oh, by the way, Katagiri, I've had an idea recently. I want to implement a great plan of 'peaceful coexistence between Full-Time Student Faction and fixed-time system' in your Kaiki. I think it's very necessary, and I just need a local person of influence to support it..."
Upon hearing this, Katagiri almost choked. He retorted irritably:
"...Yuwen, I'm not the boss of Kaiki anymore. What's the point of telling me this?" He wondered if this guy's head had also been damaged.
He then gave a self-deprecating laugh, his voice low: "Sagara... he won't listen to me anymore."
"That's not hard, is it?" Yuwen shrugged indifferently, which, however, pulled at their wounds, making everyone wince in pain:
"We'll help you get your boss position back, won't we? Anyway, I haven't liked that Sagara Takeshi for a long time, so it's a good chance to deal with him too. How about it? Is this deal worth it?"
Ito next to him immediately chimed in with enthusiasm: "That's right! Katagiri! A guy who rose through despicable means has no right to be the boss! We'll help you get your position back!"
Katagiri immediately interrupted Ito, his tone, though weak, exceptionally firm:
"This is Kaiki's own business... no outsiders are needed to interfere." This was his last bit of dignity and principle.
Yuwen blinked, seemingly having anticipated his response. He suddenly changed the subject, revealing a very sincere smile:
"Well, since you're no longer the boss of Kaiki, and you're a free man... how about considering jumping ship to our Suzuran?"
"My Full-Time Student Faction venture has just started, and I'm desperately short of capable and principled cadres like you. Excellent benefits, food and lodging included... uh, how about fighting included?" He shook his own bleeding arm.
Katagiri: "..."
Ito: "..."
Both fell silent at the same time, utterly shocked and speechless by Yuwen's wild and imaginative way of poaching talent.
Katagiri even began to suspect that Yuwen might have also been secretly hit on the head earlier.
In the night, only three figures supporting each other remained, and Yuwen's ceaseless, "sincere" invitation, attempting to poach talent, slowly disappeared at the end of the street.
In a dim alley at dusk.
Tokaji Yuji, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, was taking a shortcut with several elite members of the Serizawa Army, heading to their meeting point.
The alley was unusually quiet, with only the echo of their footsteps.
Suddenly, the alley entrance ahead was blocked by a group of bald figures, all dressed in the same uniform!
Leading them was Shibayama Hayato, one of Housen's executives, with a malicious sneer on his face.
Tokaji Yuji's brows immediately furrowed, sensing trouble. He spun around sharply—and sure enough, their retreat was completely sealed off by another group of Fengxian delinquents!
Tokaji Yuji took a deep breath, maintaining his composure.
He took the cigarette from his mouth and, facing Shibayama Hayato, said in a flat tone, "Can I borrow a light?"
Shibayama Hayato's face twisted into a menacing grin. Too lazy to waste words, he simply waved his hand!
"Move! Cripple them!"
"Oh!!!" The Fengxian delinquents from both sides roared simultaneously, surging like a tide towards the few members of the Serizawa Army caught in the middle!
The battle erupted instantly!
Tokaji Yuji and his subordinates were all elites of the Serizawa Army, possessing considerable fighting strength. They immediately knocked down several Fengxian delinquents who charged first.
But the opponent's numbers were simply too great!
They were almost five or six times their number!
Soon, Tokaji Yuji and his companions found themselves in a bitter struggle.
They stood back-to-back, supporting each other, but still took constant blows from all directions.
Screams, curses, and the dull thud of fists on flesh violently echoed through the alley.
"Aargh!"
"Bastards!"
Tokaji Yuji punched down a Housen grunt, gasping for breath, his face already bruised: "Damn it... too many people!"
His companions around him were also being knocked to the ground one by one, groaning in pain, seemingly about to be completely swallowed by this bald human tide!
Just at this desperate moment—
"Hey! Ganging up on someone, isn't that a bit unsightly? Housen baldies!"
An arrogant yet somewhat mischievous shout came from the alley entrance!
At the same time, two figures suddenly broke through the outer perimeter of the Housen crowd!
Their punches and kicks were incredibly sharp, instantly and cleanly knocking several Fengxian delinquents, who had their backs to them, to the ground!
Shibayama Hayato turned back in shock and anger: "Bastards! Who are you?!"
The newcomers were wearing Suzuran's special attack uniforms!
One had an exaggerated golden perm, while the other sported the iconic sea urchin hairstyle!
It was Mitsuhashi Takashi and Ito Shinji!
Mitsuhashi outwardly put on an arrogant display, as if he was "the best in the world," but if one looked closely, they would notice his calves trembling slightly:
'Ahhh! Why am I helping Yuwen, that scoundrel, and Suzuran's crows fight?! And the opponents are Housen! It's that Housen full of bald guys! I'm definitely going to get killed, right?! I'm finished, I'm finished... But... but...' His body trembled slightly from tension and excitement.
Ito Shinji, on the other hand, was completely different. His face showed an uncontrollable excitement and fighting spirit, his eyes sharp, and he had adopted a standard fighting stance, clearly already in the zone.
Mitsuhashi feigned composure, and with his unique, somewhat annoying, trembling voice, he loudly declared:
"Su... Suzuran! 'Full-Time Student Faction'! Mi... Mitsuhashi here! Those who are scared, scram! Hahahaha! (Dry laugh)"
Ito followed closely, his voice steady and full of power, shouting: "Suzuran 'Full-Time Student Faction'! Ito! Here!"
The sudden appearance of the two caused Housen's offensive to momentarily falter!
Meanwhile, on another street.
Tamura Chuta, Makise Takashi, and the Mikami Brothers, Mikami Manabu and Mikami Go, were walking along, laughing and chatting, discussing where to eat dinner that evening.
Suddenly, a group of figures turned the corner ahead, all in Housen's special attack uniforms, blocking their path with murderous intent.
The two leaders were Matoba Toushi, one of Housen's executives, and Washio Gota, who had recently switched allegiances!
Makise Takashi stopped, frowning: "Hey! What do you baldies want?!"
Mikami Manabu also recognized Washio, exclaiming in surprise: "Huh? Aren't you that... guy who couldn't make it in junior high...?"
Washio Gota shouted back, smug and arrogant: "Baka yarou! Look closely! I am now Housen's Washio Gota! I'm not the same as before!"
Matoba Toushi didn't bother with pleasantries, his eyes cold as he looked at them, issuing a concise command: "Move. Don't let a single one escape."
The battle erupted instantly!
Tamura, Makise, and the Mikami Brothers were all capable executives of GPS, with strong individual fighting power. They immediately plunged into a brawl with Housen's men.
Makise Takashi roared and swung his fists like a Berserker, the Mikami Brothers coordinated seamlessly, and Tamura Chuta fought valiantly.
However, Housen not only had a numerical advantage, but also had formidable executives like Matoba Toushi holding the fort!
Matoba's fighting power was extremely strong; he easily parried Makise's attacks and landed heavy blows in return!
Soon, Tamura and the others found themselves in the same predicament as Tokaji Yuji's group!
They were separated, fighting individually, constantly under attack, and their situation was precarious!
"Damn it..."
"Too many people!"
Just as they were about to be completely overwhelmed—
"Over there! Seems pretty lively, huh?!"
A deep, oppressive voice exploded like thunder!
Bang!
A Housen grunt suddenly screamed as he flew backwards, knocking down several of his comrades!
Two extremely burly and tall figures, also wearing Suzuran's special attack uniforms, crashed into the fray like tanks!
One of them, with a particularly astonishing pompadour, was the one who had just punched someone flying.
His eyes were steady, his movements incredibly domineering, and every time he struck, a Fengxian delinquent inevitably fell.
The other pompadour was slightly less burly, but still far stronger than an average person. His face showed clear tension and a hint of excitement, his movements slightly stiff but full of power, and he also took down an opponent in just a few moves.
Matoba Toushi parried Makise's punch, stepped back, and looked at the two unwelcome newcomers, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp.
He recognized one of them: "...Kaiki's... Katagiri Satoshi? Why are you here? And wearing Suzuran's uniform?!"
Katagiri Satoshi flexed his wrist, producing a slight cracking sound, and looked at Matoba with a calm expression: "I am now Suzuran's 'Full-Time Student Faction's' Shiji. Is there a problem?"
Imai Katsutoshi stood beside Katagiri, both nervous and excited, trying to imitate Katagiri's tone, but his voice was a little shaky: "Su... Suzuran... 'Full... Full-Time Student Faction'... Imai here!!" He almost mispronounced his own name.
The addition of Katagiri and Imai instantly turned the tide!
Especially Katagiri's overwhelming fighting power immediately drew most of Matoba Toushi's attention!
On the other side, a street basketball court.
What should have been a place for sweating it out was now filled with a suffocating atmosphere of hostility.
Tsutsumoto Shoji and several elite Suzuran thugs had just finished a round and were resting and drinking water under the basketball hoop.
The sound of the basketball bouncing on the concrete court was unusually clear.
Suddenly, a group of figures flooded into the court entrance, quickly and orderly surrounding the entire basketball court.
Uniform white special attack uniforms, particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and their iconic bald heads reflected a cold, hard glint.
The Housen Army!
The two leaders had an especially dangerous aura.
One was Ogiri Rikiya, with an arrogant smile and clenched fists, and the other was Urushibara Ryo, hands in his pockets, expressionless, his eyes chillingly vacant.
Ogiri Rikiya swept his gaze over Tsutsumoto and the others with contempt, then grinned:
"Yo, Suzuran's crows, pretty relaxed, huh? Still in the mood for basketball? Seems like the pressure we Housen put on you isn't enough, huh?"
He twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.
Urushibara Ryo said nothing, merely staring coldly at Tsutsumoto Shoji with his unblinking eyes, as if appraising an inanimate object.
Tsutsumoto Shoji's expression darkened. He put down his water bottle, his voice wary: "Ogiri, Urushibara... This isn't Housen's territory. If you're looking for trouble, at least pick your spot."
Ogiri Rikiya laughed loudly, as if he had heard a joke: "Looking for trouble? No, no, no, we're just here to help you stretch your muscles! Move!"
Without any further superfluous words, the battle instantly erupted! A white wave surged towards the few Suzuran thugs in the center!
Tsutsumoto Shoji and his companions roared in defiance, and the dull thud of fists and bodies colliding immediately replaced the bouncing of the basketball.
However, the numerical disparity was too immense!
Housen not only had more people, but also had two major executives, Ogiri and Urushibara, holding the line!
Ogiri Rikiya, like a berserk Wild Bull, directly knocked down a Suzuran thug, then grinned menacingly as he lunged at the next one.
And Urushibara Ryo, like a ghost, precisely targeted Tsutsumoto Shoji!
His movements were fast and bizarre, his angles tricky, and his power immense!
Bang! Bang! Snap!
After a few quick exchanges, Tsutsumoto Shoji was completely at a disadvantage. He barely managed to block a few blows, but his chest and cheek were repeatedly struck, forcing him to retreat, his lip split and bleeding.
Urushibara Ryo's eyes remained hollow, but his attacks were like a cold viper. He kicked Tsutsumoto in the abdomen, and as he painfully bent over, Urushibara grabbed his hair, forcing his head up.
Tsutsumoto Shoji struggled fiercely, but was held firmly, his eyes filled with unwillingness and rage!
Urushibara Ryo held Tsutsumoto's head, preparing to give him a "facial massage."
Just at this critical moment—
Thump! Thump! Ouch!
Suddenly, several screams and sounds of heavy impact came from the periphery!
Two Fengxian delinquents flew up screaming, as if hit by a truck, crashing heavily into the crowd and knocking down several more companions!
This sudden turn of events made all of Housen's men instinctively stop, looking in astonishment towards the source of the attack.
At the entrance of the basketball court, a figure stood there, having appeared at some unknown time, lazily flexing his wrists.
He had a playful smile on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.
He surveyed the ready Housen Army, his gaze lingering particularly on Urushibara Ryo and Ogiri Rikiya, then laughed aloud, his voice clearly echoing across the entire basketball court:
"Suzuran 'Full-Time Student Faction', Yuwen, here."
In the three battlefields, the situation instantly reversed and became even more chaotic and fervent due to the sudden intervention of Suzuran's "Full-Time Student Faction"!
The three battlefields, because of the sudden intervention of Suzuran's "Full-Time Student Faction", instantly reversed the situation, becoming even more chaotic and blood-boiling!
Let's go back to one day ago, inside the Akasaka-ryū Jujutsu Dojo.
The afternoon sun streamed through the dojo's windows, softly illuminating the wooden floor.
Yuwen, Mitsuhashi Takashi, Ito Shinji, Katagiri Tomoji, and Imai Katsutoshi sat together in a circle.
Yuwen was expounding on his "great blueprint," gesticulating wildly, appearing extremely excited:
"...So that's why! The peaceful coexistence, resource sharing, and joint progress of the 'Full-Time Student Faction' and the 'fixed-time system' is the future trend of the thug world! It's our first step to breaking conventions and creating a great undertaking! This isn't just a system; it's a philosophy, a revolution! Just think, when everyone casts aside prejudice and works towards a common goal..."
Suddenly, he paused, his gaze sweeping over the varied expressions on the four faces before him—
Mitsuhashi's "Are you okay?" look, Ito's serious contemplation, Katagiri's deep scrutiny, and Imai's bewildered nervousness.
He lowered his voice slightly, a hint of enticement in his tone:
"Of course, such a great endeavor can't be supported by me alone. Right? It also needs some... well... like-minded, capable partners to wholeheartedly support it. And right now, there's an excellent opportunity before us—"
The bright smile on his face receded slightly, becoming a bit more serious.
His tone was no longer simply deceptive but carried a hint of analysis and strategizing:
"Currently, the 'Full-Time Student Faction' and the 'fixed-time system' within Suzuran, to put it bluntly, are only being held together by my fists," He shrugged, seemingly a bit helpless: "Those two guys, Serizawa Tamao and Takiya Genji, only grudgingly nodded and gave nominal support because of me. They don't take this seriously at all, and their subordinates naturally pay lip service while doing as they please."
Yuwen suddenly leaned forward, his eyes sharpening:
"The all-out war between Housen and Suzuran is imminent! If our 'Full-Time Student Faction' can demonstrate sufficient strength and value in this crucial battle that will determine Suzuran's fate, and even play a key role... then, whether it's Genji of GPS or Tamao of the Serizawa Army, they will have no choice but to acknowledge our existence! At that time, the 'Full-Time Student Faction' will gain true room for development and a voice! This is the best stage for our rise!"
His voice carried a hint of eagerness and longing:
"Just think, when that time comes, will GPS and the Serizawa Army still only 'nominally' support us? They will definitely take us seriously! If they can see the benefits in it, or recognize our strength and philosophy, and even be willing to actively promote and maintain the 'Full-Time Student Faction'..."
Yuwen showed a smile of great confidence: "So, don't just see this as a simple fight. This is our 'Full-Time Student Faction's' battle for establishment, and even more so, the starting point for whether we can truly gain a foothold in the future, and even... reach higher!"
This was the core strategy he had devised—violence can clear the way, but it cannot be sustained long-term!
Truly sustainable development must ignite the intrinsic motivation of key figures!
Upon hearing that he would actively get involved in the war between The Three Heavens' Housen and Suzuran, Mitsuhashi Takashi was so scared his golden curly hair almost stood on end, and he immediately shook his head like a rattle drum:
"Wait, wait, wait! Chotto matte! Yuwen, did you get your head caught in a door?! That's Housen! Housen, full of bald, perverted psychopaths!"
"What's the difference between us, with so few people, meddling in a war of that caliber and actively jumping into a shredder? We'll definitely be crushed into dust like cannon fodder! I refuse! Absolutely refuse! Don't drag me into this suicide mission, you bastard!"
As he spoke, he shrank back, wishing he could instantly disappear.
Although Ito Shinji also had a tense and solemn expression, he glanced at Yuwen, then at the vehemently reacting Mitsuhashi, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became firm:
"Mitsuhashi, calm down. Senior Yuwen has helped us many times; without him, we might have been dealt with by Kaiki or others long ago. Now he needs help, and we have no reason to back down."
He turned to Yuwen and said earnestly:
"Although it sounds very dangerous, if it's your decision, Senior Yuwen... I believe you have your reasons. Count me in. It's just a fight; I won't be scared!"
Even as he said this, his tightly clenched fists still betrayed a hint of nervousness.
Katagiri Tomoji stood with his arms crossed, his thick fingers lightly tapping his arm.
The former Kaiki overlord's eyes flickered with complex emotions—a yearning for a top-tier battle; he wanted to know what made the so-called "The Three Heavens" level different, and also the concerns of a former leader.
He spoke in a deep, low voice:
"Interfering in the war between Suzuran and Housen... it certainly sounds crazy. But..."
He paused, a glint of belligerence flashing in his eyes:
"It's also quite thrilling. However, Yuwen, although I'm not a leader anymore, I'm still a member of Kaiki. If I get involved rashly, it might bring unnecessary trouble to Kaiki." His rationality was still struggling.
Imai Katsutoshi, on the other hand, held his hands to his head, his face a complex mix of "fear, nervousness, but also a little excitement," mumbling to himself:
"Whoa... are we going to war with Housen? I heard those bald guys are super strong! I... I really want to help, but... but... will we get beaten really badly? But if it's with so many people... it seems... maybe... possibly..."
Yuwen looked at the four with their varied reactions, a smile of complete control on his face. He waved his hand, attempting to persuade everyone:
"Don't worry, don't worry, I've considered all your concerns. We don't need to directly confront the entire Housen; our goal is 'precise intervention,' appearing at critical moments in critical places, just enough to make our name known. As for the identity issue—"
He magically pulled out a bag from behind him, and with a rustle, poured out four neatly folded—Suzuran special attack uniforms!
He slapped them down in front of everyone, his smile growing even brighter:
"Look! This is the solution! From today until the war ends—you are no longer Mitsuhashi and Ito of Soft Leaf, nor Katagiri of Kaiki, or Imai of Red Feather."
His eyes burned as he announced to Mitsuhashi, Ito, Katagiri, and Imai:
"You four are the first members of our 'Suzuran Full-time System' Special Operations Team! Identity problem, perfectly solved!"
Yuwen wore a brilliant and excited smile.
The dojo instantly fell silent.
Mitsuhashi had a look of "I'm going to die" despair, Ito a look of "scared but must go" determination, Katagiri a look of "finally able to go all out" restlessness, and Imai a complex expression of "both scared and excited to the point of fainting."
Within the Akasaka-ryū Jujutsu Dojo, a hastily assembled but astonishingly potent "Suzuran Full-time System" combat team was thus quietly born.
Many years later, when thugs gathered in arcades or at late-night food stalls, spitting excitedly as they debated which era or which team was truly legendary, one name would always be brought up repeatedly with reverence and fanaticism.
That "motley crew" born in the shadow of the all-out war between Suzuran and Housen, put together by that man, and initially favored by no one.
That unexpected force that always cut into the battlefield like a ghost at the most desperate and intense moments of the battle, turning the tide in the most brutal or incredible ways.
The individuals in that team were all monsters, each possessing vastly different yet equally terrifying legends.
Its name was no longer simply "Suzuran Full-time System," but had become a symbol of an era, a terrifying synonym for "breaking the rules," "absolute combat power," and "never-ending."
Its name would ultimately become an immortal legend—
On the basketball court, the atmosphere solidified.
Tsutsumoto Shoji, whose hair was gripped tightly by Urushibara Ryo's hands, forcing him to his knees, had closed his eyes, preparing to endure the heavy blow that was about to come.
However, the expected sharp pain did not arrive; instead, he heard a teasing yet reliable voice.
He struggled to open his eyes, and when his peripheral vision caught Yuwen, his heart was filled with surprise.
And when he heard Yuwen call himself "Suzuran Full-time System," his huge head was filled with even more question marks:
'Full-Time Student Faction? Isn't that where those good students who only hug books and run far away at the sight of a fight stay? Even if this guy is the founder of this faction... he would actually directly confront Housen for me?!'
He couldn't understand why this guy, known for his violence, would interfere, and especially under the name of the "Full-Time Student Faction."
Yuwen's gaze turned to Urushibara Ryo, the corner of his mouth curved into a challenging arc, and his eyes sparkled with excitement as if he had met a kindred spirit:
"Ah, I heard you have a pretty famous nickname, 'Berserker'?"
He stretched his neck, making a slight clicking sound, and the smile on his face grew even more excited:
"What a coincidence... I seem to be... the same type."
Urushibara Ryo's hollow eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, but he still said nothing.
He just kicked Tsutsumoto Shoji, who was kneeling on the ground, violently to the side, then focused all his attention on Yuwen, a dangerous opponent.
"Ugh!"
Tsutsumoto Shoji stumbled painfully, crashing into the basketball hoop post.
Yuwen glanced at the suffering Tsutsumoto, his tone relaxed but full of trust: "Hey, Tsutsumoto, can you still hold on? Don't fall down just like that, that would be too ugly."
Tsutsumoto Shoji gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, struggled to regain his footing, and an unyielding fire ignited in his eyes:
"What... what a joke! Don't underestimate me! This little injury... is nothing!"
Just then, Urushibara Ryo moved!
Like a silent ghost, he rushed towards Yuwen with astonishing speed!
On the other side, Ogiri Rikiya, seeing Yuwen targeted by Urushibara Ryo, sneered, believing the battle was decided, and once again locked his target on the injured Tsutsumoto.
Ogiri Rikiya roared as he charged at Tsutsumoto: "Urushibara, take care of that arrogant guy! Tsutsumoto! Your opponent is still me! What we didn't finish earlier, we continue now! Watch me break your other rib too!"
Tsutsumoto Shoji took a deep breath, endured the pain, and adopted a solid judo stance, his eyes fixed on the charging Ogiri:
"Bring it on! Otokiri! Suzuran's bones aren't as brittle as you think!"
He was ready for a tough fight, or even to be beaten again.
However, just as Ogiri Rikiya was about to reach him—
Whoosh—bang!!
A figure, like a stone projectile launched by a trebuchet, flew horizontally at an extremely fast speed, precisely colliding with Ogiri Rikiya!
The two immediately tumbled together and fell to the ground.
Tsutsumoto Shoji: "...!?"
He was completely stunned, looking at the two entangled on the ground, the one thrown over... was it Urushibara Ryo?!
"Damn it! Which blind bastard?!" Ogiri Rikiya was disoriented by the collision and angrily tried to push the person off him, but when he looked closely, the one on top of him was none other than the expressionless Urushibara Ryo, whose eyes were no longer calm!
There was a fresh trace of blood on his lips!
Ogiri Rikiya suddenly looked up in Yuwen's direction.
Yuwen stood still, shaking his wrist, a hint of dissatisfaction on his face: "Hey, hey, you got the wrong target, didn't you? Your opponent... is me. There's a limit to ignoring me."
It turned out that in that flash of lightning, Urushibara Ryo rushed towards Yuwen at an extremely fast speed, but Yuwen, with even quicker reactions and strength, landed a heavy straight punch to his abdomen first, then grabbed his arm, using his forward momentum to directly swing him out like a ragdoll, smashing him into Ogiri Rikiya!
Urushibara Ryo silently got up from the ground. He was still expressionless, but cold flames had ignited in his hollow eyes, locking onto Yuwen.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Urushibara Ryo spoke for the first time, his voice low and cold: "...I'll kill you."
Before he finished speaking, he once again transformed into a white lightning bolt, rushing towards Yuwen at an even faster speed than before!
Seeing this, Ogiri Rikiya finally put away all his contempt, his face becoming extremely serious.
He could feel that this suddenly appearing guy was definitely not to be trifled with:
"Damn it! Let's go together! First, get rid of this interfering guy!"
He roared, also pouncing on Yuwen from the other side, attempting to form a pincer attack with Urushibara Ryo!
Yuwen looked at the two Housen executives attacking simultaneously from left and right, and an even more excited flame burned in his eyes:
"That's more like it! It's only exciting when you come together! Two people... now that's a little interesting!"
He laughed loudly and actually charged forward to meet them!
The surrounding Housen thugs, seeing this, also stirred, wanting to swarm him.
But Tsutsumoto Shoji, who had just been in shock, now completely came to his senses, and a surge of underestimated anger and rekindled fighting spirit filled his entire body!
He endured the pain, roared, and stood like a wall in front of those thugs, sending the Housen thug who rushed to the front flying back with one punch!
"You guys... you really dare to underestimate me! Your opponent is me!!"
Though Tsutsumoto Shoji was disheveled, his momentum was undiminished!
"Want to disturb the fight over there? You'll have to get past me first!"
On the basketball court, the battle lines were instantly drawn!
At the center was the violent vortex of Yuwen fighting the two Housen executives alone, while on the periphery was the fierce battlefield where Tsutsumoto Shoji led the remaining Suzuran companions, desperately fending off the Housen foot soldiers!
The blood was completely boiling!
Yuwen stood firm, taking Ogiri Rikiya's full-force punch squarely on his solid chest!
Bang!
A muffled thud sounded, and Yuwen's body only swayed slightly, as if nothing had happened.
And almost at the same instant, his right fist shot out like a cannonball, counterattacking with even greater ferocity!
Bang!
The punch landed squarely on Ogiri Rikiya's cheekbone, making his head snap back, his eyes see stars, and he stumbled back several steps before barely regaining his balance.
'Who is this guy? How have I never heard of someone like him at Suzuran!?' Ogiri Rikiya was filled with shock and anger.
At the same time, Urushibara Ryo's ghostly kick had already struck from the side!
Yuwen swiftly raised his leg, using his shin bone to precisely block the attack, producing a crisp collision sound, and forcefully deflecting its power, forcing Urushibara Ryo to also retreat half a step to adjust his stance.
Yuwen shook his slightly numb arm, a complex expression of disappointment and excitement on his face. He twisted his neck, producing a cracking sound, and spoke with a hint of mockery:
"Is this the level of Housen's proud executives? Truly... a bit disappointing."
Ogiri Rikiya spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling like his jaw was about to shatter. Humiliation and rage made him completely erupt, and he roared as he charged forward again, regardless of the consequences:
"Damn it! Don't get so cocky! You Suzuran crow!"
Fists rained down haphazardly on Yuwen, his defense completely abandoned.
Although Urushibara Ryo remained silent, his perpetually expressionless face finally showed a crack. His eyes were no longer merely vacant but burned with cold fury and a hint of humiliation from being underestimated.
He also cut in again with extreme speed, coordinating with Ogiri Rikiya's wild assault, specifically targeting Yuwen's joints and vital points!
The three men once again fiercely tangled in combat!
Yuwen was like a reef in a storm, sometimes enduring attacks, sometimes counterattacking with even more savage force!
The muffled thuds of flesh on flesh, heavy breathing, and angry roars echoed across the basketball court. The battle became exceptionally primal and heated!
Yuwen grew more and more excited as he fought. The thrill of this pure clash of strength made him temporarily forget his troubles: "Yes! Just like that! Hit harder! Give me more pleasure!"
Ogiri Rikiya was almost sustained by sheer willpower. He felt like every punch he landed on his opponent was like hitting an iron plate, and every punch and kick from his opponent was so heavy it made his internal organs churn, his head ring, and his vision blur. He was relying entirely on a surge of ferocity: "Bastard..."
Urushibara Ryo's face also grew increasingly grim. His poker face finally showed scrapes and bruises, and his breathing became ragged. His high-speed attacks were repeatedly dodged by Yuwen by mere inches or forcefully interrupted by more brute strength.
However, after only a few rounds... Yuwen's excitement quickly faded, replaced by a hint of boredom and weariness: "Tsk... it's still not enough, is it..."
Ogiri Rikiya's strength was considerably weaker than he had anticipated, probably only a little over 11 points. He had ferocity but lacked skill and resilience.
As for Urushibara Ryo, although his speed was good and his fighting style tricky, which was somewhat interesting, like an agile assassin, his strength was too poor to cause decisive damage.
After the initial novelty wore off, this uneven fight made him feel somewhat uninteresting.
"It's over," Yuwen murmured, seizing an opening when Ogiri Rikiya stumbled, and landed a precise uppercut squarely on his jaw!
Bang!
Ogiri Rikiya didn't even grunt, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, completely losing consciousness.
Almost at the same instant, Urushibara Ryo's insidious finger jab, like a venomous snake, aimed directly for Yuwen's eyeball!
Yuwen's eyes instantly turned cold, his reaction incredibly swift. His left hand shot out like lightning, firmly grasping Urushibara Ryo's wrist, preventing him from advancing another inch!
"Playing dirty tricks like that?" Yuwen's voice turned icy, "Then don't blame me."
He yanked Urushibara Ryo's wrist downwards, while simultaneously thrusting his right knee upwards like a battle-axe!
Bang!
Urushibara Ryo's abdomen took a heavy blow, and his body painfully curled into a shrimp-like shape.
Yuwen showed no mercy, following up with a fierce side kick, slamming it into his ribs!
Urushibara Ryo was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, struggling to get up.
Yuwen ignored the unconscious Ogiri Rikiya and walked expressionlessly towards the struggling Urushibara Ryo on the ground.
Several loyal Fengxian delinquents nearby, though afraid, roared and rushed forward, trying to stop him.
"Get lost!" Yuwen didn't even look, casually swinging his arms, one punch per person, easily sending them flying like swatting flies, his steps not faltering in the slightest.
He walked in front of Urushibara Ryo, looking down at him, his tone cold:
"Besides fighting recklessly and being vicious, what else do you have? Is your title of 'Berserker' earned by bullying the weak?"
Urushibara Ryo struggled, supporting his upper body with trembling arms, trying to stand up again.
But what greeted him was Yuwen's merciless, heavy leg chop, slamming down hard on his back!
Thud!
Urushibara Ryo was once again slammed heavily back to the ground, dust flying.
Yuwen lifted his foot and stomped hard on Urushibara Ryo's hand, which was trying to support himself on the ground, slowly applying pressure!
His eyes were filled with a violent aura:
"Tell me, if your hand is crippled, your bones shattered, and you can no longer clench a fist... can you still act so viciously as you do now? What will be left of your so-called 'fighting'?"
Urushibara Ryo's face, which had maintained either numbness or stubbornness from beginning to end, now finally showed uncontrollable pain and a hint of bone-deep fear!
He bit his lip hard, stubbornly refraining from begging for mercy, but his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Yuwen looked at him like this, the violence in his eyes growing more intense: "Since that's the case, unwilling to admit defeat, then..."
He applied more pressure with his foot, as if truly intending to completely cripple the hand!
"No! Stop!" Ogiri Rikiya, who had just regained a bit of consciousness, saw this scene and screamed, his eyes bloodshot.
The nearby Fengxian delinquents also had their eyes completely red, and they roared and rushed forward again, desperate to rescue their executive.
Tsutsumoto Shoji and the remaining Suzuran thugs were struggling to fend off the encirclement of other Housen members, completely unable to help.
Just at this critical moment—
A steady, resonant, yet authoritative voice cut through the chaos and din of the scene, clearly reaching everyone's ears:
"That's enough—"
"Could I ask you to spare my immature subordinate?"
Everyone's movements, as if a pause button had been pressed, simultaneously turned towards the source of the voice.
A man of extremely robust build, wearing a Housen special attack uniform, had appeared at the entrance of the basketball court at some unknown time.
He wasn't as exaggeratedly burly as Katagiri Satoshi, but every inch of his muscle seemed to have been tempered a thousand times, containing explosive power.
The white Housen special attack uniform on him was not loose at all, but rather accentuated his lean and powerful physique.
He had long hair, eyes as sharp as an eagle's, a resolute face, and his arms were crossed over his chest. His gaze was calm but carried a profound sense of oppression. Simply standing there, he seemed to become the center of the entire venue.
His arrival made all the Housen thugs feel as if they had found their backbone. They immediately stopped attacking, respectfully made way, their eyes filled with awe.
Tsutsumoto Shoji, who was in a tough fight, also took the opportunity to catch his breath. He looked at the newcomer, his thick eyebrows tightly furrowed, and he spoke the newcomer's identity in a deep voice:
"Narumi... Taiga..."
He was precisely one of the beings standing at the pinnacle of the delinquent world, the White Tyrant among The Three Heavens!
He was the absolute ruler who, with absolute strength and an iron will, completely unified the unruly Housen, twisting them into a single rope!
The pinnacle of Housen, the undisputed "Strongest Man" — Narumi Taiga!
His gaze calmly swept over the groaning Ogiri Rikiya on the ground, then over the respectful and submissive Housen crowd. Finally, those formidable eyes, like a predator locking onto its prey, steadily fixed on Yuwen, and on Urushibara Ryo, who was still trembling slightly beneath his foot.
On the basketball court, the air seemed to solidify.
Yuwen had Urushibara Ryo pinned under his foot, blood trickling from his forehead, but a look of exhilaration was on his face as he stared directly at the suddenly appearing top of Housen—Narumi Taiga.
Narumi Taiga's gaze was as steady as a rock, his voice deep yet authoritative, as he slowly spoke:
"Your fists carry a reckless madness… very interesting. But bullying a downed opponent doesn't prove your strength."
The excitement in Yuwen's eyes intensified, as if he had found a worthy opponent. He licked the blood foam from the corner of his mouth:
"Strength? That kind of thing doesn't matter… Right now, I just think it's great to meet you here! The top of Housen… Narumi Taiga! Your 'existence' itself makes one's blood boil!"
Narumi Taiga's brow twitched slightly, seemingly surprised by Yuwen's reaction, but his tone remained steady: "Meaningless clamor. Let him go. Your opponent is me now."
Yuwen looked down at Urushibara Ryo, who was trembling from pain and humiliation under his foot, sneered, and casually kicked him aside: "Scram. You're lucky today… But remember, if you dare to strike hard without knowing your place next time, it won't just be one hand that gets crippled."
Urushibara Ryo struggled to get up, his gaze at Yuwen filled with complex fear and anger.
Narumi Taiga watched Yuwen's actions and eyes, silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Suzuran has been in chaos for too long… Serizawa and that newcomer Genji can't truly unify it. A man like you, staying there is just a waste."
He paused, then threw out a surprising invitation:
"Why don't you come to Housen? Here is where you'll find the 'strength' you seek and true order."
Yuwen was first stunned by the words, then a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes:
"The invitation is tempting. But I'm sorry, I've only just discovered my 'future' at Suzuran. Giving up halfway isn't my style. Unless… you can give me an offer I can't refuse."
He paused, his gaze sharp: "For example, beat me! As long as you can knock me down with your fists here today, I'll follow you to Housen immediately!"
Narumi Taiga's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, and a powerful aura emanated from him. He slowly twisted his neck, making a cracking sound: "As you wish. I will show you what it means to be the true 'top' with absolute power."
"Just what I wanted!" Yuwen roared, his fighting spirit boiling!
Before his words finished, both men moved almost simultaneously!
Like two battle tanks at full speed, they charged fiercely at each other!
Both chose the most direct, most brutal method—a full right hook, carrying the full force and weight of their bodies, smashing violently towards the other's face!
Bang!!!!
Two heavy thuds almost merged into one!
The immense impact caused both their faces to twist sharply, and their bodies staggered back several steps simultaneously before they barely managed to steady themselves!
The dust under their feet was kicked up!
Narumi Taiga's jawline instantly tightened for a moment, then he shook his head, his expression unchanged.
He flexed his wrist, his voice still steady, with a hint of nonchalance: "Good power… too bad, it's crude. If this is all you have, it's not enough to shake the foundation of Housen."
The Fengxian delinquents immediately let out excited shouts: "Brother Narumi!!"
Yuwen licked the blood oozing from his cracked lip, feeling the terrifying power from his opponent's fist, which was no less than Serizawa Tamao's. Instead of anger, he was delighted, the excitement in his eyes almost overflowing:
"Crude? Hahahaha! This is more like it! That was just a warm-up! Your 'foundation,' I'll shatter it completely!"
"Anyone can talk big!" Narumi Taiga growled, stepping forward again!
"Then experience it with your body!" Yuwen roared with laughter, meeting him!
The battle erupted again!
This time it was no longer a test, but a true fierce battle!
The two were like human beasts, each collision erupting with astonishing sounds!
Fists, feet, elbows, knees… every part of their bodies became a weapon!
There was no evasion, only the most primitive, most passionate clash of power!
Narumi Taiga landed a heavy low kick on Yuwen's calf, immediately followed by an uppercut aimed at his jaw!
"The will of Housen is as firm as a rock! How can a half-baked thug like you understand it!"
Yuwen took the low kick head-on, using the momentum to shoulder-charge Narumi's chest, while simultaneously avoiding the heavy blow to his jaw, and then threw a backhand punch at Narumi's ribs!
"Rock? Then smash it! thug? Today I'll drag you off your throne!"
Narumi Taiga's technique was solid, his power immense, each strike powerful and heavy, carrying Housen's unique fierce style, appearing composed.
The surrounding Fengxian Army watched with boiling blood, cheering wildly for their leader:
"Brother Narumi! Get him!"
"Let him see the true strength of Housen!"
"Unstoppable! Brother Narumi!"
Tsutsumoto Shoji and the remaining Suzuran thugs watched with pounding hearts, both shocked by Yuwen's ferocity and worried—after all, the opponent was Housen's strongest!
However, as the battle continued, the effects of the Berserker continuously stacked within Yuwen!
Every blow he endured was converted into more surging power, faster speed, and tougher physique!
His counterattacks became heavier and more ferocious!
Bang! Bang! Thump!
Yuwen took a direct punch from Narumi head-on, his cheek twisted to one side, but almost at the same time, he landed an even heavier hook on the same side of Narumi's face!
Narumi Taiga's head snapped sideways, his cheek quickly swelled red, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
A trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately covered by an even stronger fighting spirit.
He forcibly steadied himself, shook his head, trying to maintain the dignity of the top: "Only this much… still far from enough! Are your fists starting to lose power?!"
But his slightly trembling breath and more serious gaze betrayed him.
Yuwen gasped, but laughed even more heartily. He felt his whole body's blood burning: "Powerless? I've just finished warming up! Your Excellency, the top, your body… seems a bit more honest than your mouth!"
The two exchanged another heavy punch, each sliding back a few steps, panting heavily, taking the opportunity to recover a bit of stamina.
Sweat soaked their clothes, and they were both bruised.
Narumi Taiga's chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing became heavy, but his eyes remained sharp as he stared intently at Yuwen:
"Who… are you exactly? Suzuran couldn't possibly produce a guy like you out of nowhere…"
Yuwen adjusted his breathing, feeling the surging power and pain within him, and grinned: "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I'm having a great fight today! Narumi Taiga, you're a good opponent!"
Just as the two took a brief breath, preparing to charge at each other again—
Several Fengxian delinquents rushed to Narumi Taiga, reporting in urgent whispers:
"Boss! This is bad! The people we sent to ambush the GPS and Serizawa Army executives have all been stopped! Those Suzuran guys calling themselves the Full-Time Student Faction are incredibly tenacious! They don't have many people, but they all have the strength of executives, and the GPS and Serizawa Army are also on their way to support! We can't take them down right now!"
Narumi Taiga's brow furrowed upon hearing this.
He glanced at Yuwen, who, though injured, was even more fired up for battle, and weighed the overall situation.
Part of today's goal had been achieved—to test the strength of Suzuran's new elite—but an all-out brawl was not the best strategy.
Yuwen also heard the report. He scanned the stadium—more and more Housen people were gathering, and although they were drawn to his and Narumi's duel, Otokiri and Urushihara had also managed to catch their breath.
Looking at Tsutsumoto and the other Suzuran thugs, they were already covered in injuries, exhausted, and in a dire situation.
He knew this was not the kind of Suzuran top-tier decisive battle where he could unleash his full power, or even replenish his HP mid-fight.
The main point was, he forgot to bring red potions... Narumi Taiga took a deep breath, suppressed his surging qi and blood, and looked at Yuwen with complex eyes, being the first to break the fighting spirit:
"Yuwen of the Full-Time Student Faction... right? I'll remember you. Let's stop here for today."
"We'll continue this 'greeting' another day."
He needed to stabilize the situation on other battlefields and, more importantly, maintain his 'invincible' image, which had just been slightly shaken.
Yuwen also seized the opportunity to rein in his aura. Although his fighting spirit hadn't faded, he knew this was the best way to back down gracefully.
He twisted his incredibly sore neck and flashed his characteristic pure and hearty smile: "I'm tired of fighting too. Next time, let's pick a more spacious place and truly decide the victor!"
With that, he didn't waste any time, turned to help up the more seriously injured Tsutsumoto, signaled the other Suzuran thugs, and slowly exited the basketball court under the watchful eyes of the Housen crowd.
Narumi Taiga stood rooted to the spot, silently watching them leave. Only after Yuwen's figure disappeared did he slightly relax, gently stretch his incredibly sore arm, and his gaze became even more profound.
"Suzuran... it seems a formidable crow has flown in."
---
On another front, the battle was equally brutal!
On the narrow street, groaning thugs lay scattered, all figures in black and white tokkōfuku.
The only ones still standing were Mitsuhashi Takashi and Tokaji Yuji, supporting each other back-to-back.
They were surrounded by layers of the Housen bald-headed army, like two lone boats in a black tide.
Tokaji Yuji panted heavily, sweat mixed with blood dripping from his chin.
He elbowed away a Housen grunt trying to get close, his voice hoarse from exhaustion and disbelief:
"Hey... Blondie... I never thought we'd end up being saved by you 'Full-Time Student Faction' guys..."
His feelings were extremely complex. On one hand, he was shocked by the formidable strength Mitsuhashi and Ito displayed, which was no less than an executive's; on the other hand, he felt a hint of embarrassment and lingering fear about having previously plotted against Yuwen.
"That monster... where did he find these guys from..."
Mitsuhashi Takashi ached all over, every muscle screaming. He wished he could lie down and play dead immediately, but for the sake of his pride, he forced himself to keep a straight face, pretending to be unconcerned, though the twitching at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
In his mind, he had already cursed Yuwen and himself a hundred times:
'I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! It hurts so much! Why did I come here to suffer like this! That bastard Yuwen! He tricked me into thinking it was just to show up! This is clearly a suicide squad!
'Why did I agree to such a life-threatening thing! Are these bald Housen guys all monsters?!'
Yet, he refused to admit defeat verbally. While grimacing and dodging attacks, he replied in an exaggerated tone: "Huh? Save? Don't flatter yourself, Glasses! This great me was just passing by to stretch my muscles! On the contrary, your Serizawa Army, wouldn't you have been completely wiped out without this great me's help? Hmm? But..."
He took a breath, looking at the still surging Housen grunts around him, his tone taking on a rare hint of genuine seriousness and awe:
"These bald bastards... they're really tough... Is this the strength of one of 'The Three Heavens'? They're completely different from the small fry I've encountered before..."
Through this battle, Mitsuhashi truly realized the terrifying strength of the Housen Army, one of "The Three Heavens."
This was completely different from the small-fry thugs he had encountered before!
Whether it was their coordination, willpower, or individual ferocity, it far exceeded his expectations.
He was incredibly glad that he had wisely given the "good opportunity" to deal with the executives to Ito.
Not far away, another executive-level duel had entered a heated phase!
Ito Shinji VS Shibayama Hayato!
Bang! Smack! Thump!
The sound of fists and feet colliding was like dense rain!
The battle was exceptionally fierce!
Ito Shinji's breathing was heavy, veins bulging on his forehead, yet his eyes were unusually excited and focused:
"Amazing... so amazing! Besides Yuwen and Katagiri, no one has pushed me to this extent!"
He felt an unprecedented immense pressure!
Most of the opponents he had encountered before, apart from monster-level ones like Yuwen and Katagiri Satoshi, he could usually overwhelm with sheer strength.
But this Housen executive in front of him had solid technique, considerable strength, and extremely rich combat experience, with every move carrying a deadly threat!
This was the true strength of an executive from a top-tier thug group!
Every block and counterattack he made was with full effort, and he felt an unprecedented pressure, but this pressure, in turn, unleashed his full potential!
Shibayama Hayato was not faring well either, with several new bruises on his face:
"Are you kidding me! This sea urchin head... this kind of strength... when did Suzuran get another master like this?! 'Full-Time Student Faction'? What in the world is that?!"
His inner surprise was even greater!
This sea urchin-headed guy in front of him fought with fierce and straightforward moves, without any flashiness, but his strength, speed, and resilience were ridiculously strong!
What was this inexplicable 'Full-Time Student Faction'? When did Suzuran get such a person?
His initial disdain had long vanished, replaced by the respect for an equal strong opponent and his full effort!
"Uwooooh!" / "Yaaah!"
Both let out blood-boiling battle cries simultaneously and clashed violently again!
After an unknown amount of time, the Housen grunts on the street were finally all cleared—or rather, could no longer get up.
Mitsuhashi Takashi and Tokaji Yuji leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground, without even the strength to lift a finger, only able to pant heavily.
Tokaji Yuji forced a weary smile, looking at the equally disheveled Mitsuhashi:
"Heh... heh... Though I don't want to admit it... but... thanks, Blondie. You... you can really fight."
Mitsuhashi Takashi rolled his eyes, tried to wave his hand but couldn't even lift his arm, only able to grunt weakly:
"Hmph... hmph... Now you know how amazing this great me is, right?... From now on... when you see this great me... remember to bow... and call me Mitsuhashi-sama..."
On the other side, Ito and Shibayama's battle had also entered its final round!
Both had already reached their limits, relying entirely on willpower and an unyielding spirit to sustain themselves!
Ito Shinji spotted a tiny opening in Shibayama, gathered all his remaining strength and will, and let out a tearing roar:
"Decisive blow!!!!"
A straight right punch, imbued with all his conviction, shot out like a cannonball!
Shibayama Hayato's pupils contracted, and he blocked with all his might!
Bang!
Shibayama Hayato finally couldn't hold on, swayed twice, and fell heavily backward, collapsing to the ground. Although he still wanted to struggle, he couldn't get up for a moment.
Ito himself was also swaying, his vision blurred, and every part of his body ached. He stood firm, relying solely on the belief that he "couldn't fall here."
Shibayama Hayato lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently. He looked at the sea urchin-headed figure before him, who had also reached his limit but was still standing. His eyes no longer held hostility; instead, a trace of admiration flashed within them.
Slowly, with difficulty, he raised his fist, not as a show of force, but as a form of acknowledgment:
"Suzuran Full-time System… Ito… is that right? I remember you… You're a true man! There's something incredible in your fist!"
Ito Shinji heard his opponent's acknowledgment, and a pure smile appeared on his tired face. He also slowly raised his fist, lightly tapping Shibayama's:
"Housen's Shibayama… you're a strong opponent too! This fight… was exhilarating!"
The street was strewn with bodies, only heavy wheezing and the elongated shadows of streetlights remained.
Black and white special attack uniforms intertwined, recounting the brutality and passion of this war.
---
On another street, the smoke of battle gradually cleared. The ground was littered with Housen delinquents in white special attack uniforms.
Tamura Chuta leaned on his knees, gasping for breath, looking at Katagiri and Imai with an incredulous expression:
"Hey… hey… where did you two come from? Suzuran Full-time System? I've never heard of such people!"
He wiped the blood and sweat from his face, his tone crude but with a hint of admiration:
"But… you really helped us out! Thanks! You guys… are pretty tough! You're real men!"
Mikami Manabu rubbed his swollen shoulder, grimacing as he echoed:
"That's right! Really strong! Especially that big guy…"
He looked at Katagiri, who was fiercely battling Matoba, his eyes filled with apprehension: "So strong…"
Mikami Go leaned against the wall and nodded: "Big brother is right! That guy… it feels like only Makise-san can deal with him, right?"
Makise Takashi stood with his arms crossed. Although he also had injuries, he was in the relatively best condition.
He stared intently at Katagiri's fight, his jowls trembling as he revealed a warlike smile:
"Ah… that guy named Tomoji… he's a real tough nut! His punches are heavy, and his stance is steady! I really want to have a good fight with him!"
He highly acknowledged Katagiri's strength.
"…We almost went down. We, GPS, owe you this favor!"
The four of them looked at Imai, waiting for his answer.
Imai Katsutoshi, stared at by four Suzuran executives, immediately broke into a nervous sweat, his mind blank. He couldn't recall the excuse Yuwen had prepared earlier and could only gesture helplessly:
"Ah… that… we… we are… are… uh… that is… Full-Time Student Faction… right! Newcomers from the Full-Time Student Faction! Uh-huh! That's right!"
He spoke softer and softer, his confidence clearly lacking.
After this fierce battle, Imai also had a clear and shocking understanding of the strength of a Suzuran executive, one of "The Three Heavens."
Tamura's precision, the Mikami Brothers' synergy, Makise's beast-like oppressive aura… 'These guys… each one is so strong!'
Each of them, taken individually, was no weaker than him. In fact, the one called Makise gave him an extremely dangerous feeling; he had no confidence at all in beating him.
He was even more astonished by the terrifying nature of these Housen thugs, completely different from the small fry he had encountered before. Their will was as tough as steel, their resilience astonishing, and their strength ridiculously immense.
He rubbed his still aching ribs and secretly clicked his tongue: 'And these bald guys from Housen… they're too tough to take a hit! Their punches are hard, and they can take a beating… completely different from the thugs I used to encounter!'
In the center of the battlefield.
Katagiri Satoshi and Matoba Toushi's battle had entered a white-hot stage!
Both were top-tier powerhouses, their fighting styles fierce and explosive. Every collision erupted in a heart-stopping thud!
Bang!
Katagiri landed a heavy hook on Matoba Toushi. Matoba Toushi quickly bent his arm to block, the immense force numbing his arm and cracking the ground beneath his feet!
Bang!
Matoba Toushi immediately retaliated with a tricky high kick that fiercely struck Katagiri's neck. Katagiri leaned back slightly to absorb the force, while simultaneously smashing his elbow hard into his opponent's shin!
Both grunted at the same time but didn't retreat a single step, charging at each other with even greater ferocity!
Katagiri Satoshi's heart was surging.
Before, the only opponent he truly acknowledged was that monster Yuwen, and later, he reluctantly added Ito and the cunning Mitsuhashi.
Kaiki, under his leadership, also considered itself the strongest force below "The Three Heavens."
He had always yearned to know how big the gap truly was between his Kaiki and the real "The Three Heavens"!
Today, he finally experienced it firsthand!
The combat power, willpower, and teamwork of the ordinary Housen thugs far surpassed Kaiki's!
And this Housen executive before him, Matoba Toushi, put an unprecedented immense pressure on him!
His offense was like a violent storm, every strike containing the power to fell an ordinary thug!
It was hard to imagine that if Housen's executives were all at this level, how strong must their top, Narumi Taiga, be?
And what about the legendary Serizawa Tamao and Takiya Genji of Suzuran, and that mysterious Oni-Dwell top?
Then, thinking of that monster Yuwen, who, in such a Suzuran, had carved out a place with his fists and pushed his "Full-Time Student Faction and fixed-time system"?
Thinking that Yuwen was confronting monsters of this caliber every day, Katagiri Satoshi felt no fear; instead, he felt an uncontrollable excitement and tremor—
It was the thrill of desiring to clash with even stronger opponents! A surging feeling of having found a goal!
The arrogant Matoba Toushi had also heard a little about Katagiri Satoshi, knowing that he had led the formerly obscure Kaiki to rise and become a formidable force among thugs.
He took a punch from Katagiri, used the momentum to step back half a pace, and arrogantly declared:
"Katagiri Satoshi! I've heard of you! To bring a third-rate group like Kaiki to this level, you've got some skill!" His offensive didn't lessen, but his tone carried a condescending contempt:
"Too bad—below 'The Three Heavens,' all are ants! You Kaiki are ultimately just bottom-feeders who crawled up!"
Katagiri Satoshi parried his heavy kick, then unleashed a fierce counter-punch that forced him back. His voice was steady but carried an undeniable Domineering and determination:
"Whether we are ants or not isn't for you to say! Matoba Toushi! Housen's executives are indeed worthy of their reputation! But this isn't enough to make me fall! Today, I will use these fists to measure the height of the so-called 'The Three Heavens'!"
"Arrogant! With just you and that inexplicable 'Full-Time Student Faction'?" Matoba Toushi was enraged by his Domineering, roaring as he lunged forward again, his offensive even more ferocious!
"Then let your body fully understand the difference! The will of Housen is not something you small fry can shake!"
Upon hearing this, Katagiri Satoshi's eyes turned cold, his massive body exuding astonishing pressure, his voice deep and Domineering:
"My pleasure! This is the battle I seek!"
The two fiercely exchanged blows again, the sound of their fists and feet colliding like drumbeats, shaking the entire battlefield!
Finally, it was another straightforward, full-force punch!
Bang!!!
The immense recoil simultaneously sent both of them sliding back several meters before they barely managed to regain their footing, both panting heavily, sweat streaming down like rivers, clearly at their limits.
Both had acquired many new injuries, but the fighting spirit in their eyes burned even brighter.
Just as Makise Takashi and the others exchanged glances, restless and considering whether to step in to help definitively end the battle—
Washio Gota, who had been lying on the ground groaning, struggled to his feet, a wild glint in his eyes, and pulled out a switchblade from his in arms!
Click! The blade sprang out!
"Die!" he shrieked, stabbing at Katagiri from the side!
Matoba Toushi's eyes instantly filled with immense disgust and rage, and he surprisingly struck first, delivering a heavy slap across Washio Gota's face!
Smack!
"Ugh!"
Washio was directly slapped away, and his switchblade fell from his hand.
Matoba Toushi looked at Washio Gota, who was sprawled on the ground, staring at him in disbelief, and said in a cold, disdainful tone:
"Worthless! Housen hasn't fallen so low that it needs to rely on such underhanded tactics to win! Get lost! Don't embarrass yourself here!"
Washio Gota lay on the ground, clutching his face, Matoba's undisguised disgust and disdain piercing his fragile pride like needles. He lowered his head, and his eyes, hidden in the shadows, were instantly filled with venom and madness.
Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached!
Another group of Fengxian delinquents arrived at the scene. Seeing their companions scattered on the ground and Matoba Toushi clearly struggling, they immediately surrounded him. One of them urgently shouted:
"Brother Matoba! Brother Narumi's urgent order! Everyone retreat! Suzuran's reinforcements have arrived!"
Upon hearing this, Matoba Toushi gasped for a few ragged breaths, glaring fiercely at Katagiri Satoshi with an unwilling look, his chest heaving violently.
He clearly didn't want to let go of this troublesome opponent, but orders and the overall situation were more important.
Matoba Toushi frowned deeply and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva:
"Consider yourselves lucky! Katagiri Satoshi, and the Suzuran Full-Time Student Faction... I've got my eyes on you! Next time we meet, it won't be this simple!"
Katagiri Satoshi also slowly straightened up. Though tired, his aura grew stronger. He responded calmly yet powerfully, his voice echoing across the entire area:
"Anytime. Tell Narumi Taiga that the 'Full-Time Student Faction' is ready anytime... We'll be visiting Housen ourselves very soon! The position of 'The Three Heavens'..."
Matoba Toushi snorted coldly, saying no more. Supported and protected by his subordinates, he quickly retreated from the battlefield, filled with unwillingness and anger.
Only Katagiri Satoshi and a group of bruised but excited and battle-ready Suzuran Crows remained.
When Takiya Genji arrived swiftly with Izaki Shun and other core elites of GPS.
Seeing his fallen members and the disheveled Makise, Tamura, and Mikami Brothers, Genji's eyes instantly turned red!
Takiya Genji roared and turned to chase in the direction Housen had retreated: "Damn Housen! I'll kill them!!"
Izaki Shun quickly stepped forward to stop him, analyzing calmly, his voice urgent: "Genji! Calm down! We were too rushed tonight, only bringing a fraction of our manpower! Housen clearly came prepared, outnumbering us. If we chase them now and fight head-on, we'll be the ones at a disadvantage!"
Makise Takashi also came forward, clutching his wound. Though unwilling, he still echoed in a deep voice: "Izaki is right! Boss, this debt definitely needs to be settled, but not now! Our brothers need treatment!"
Other GPS executives also tried to dissuade him.
Genji clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving violently. Finally, he kicked a nearby overturned trash can with a loud bang, forcefully suppressing his anger.
He took a deep breath, his gaze turning to Katagiri Satoshi and Imai Katsutoshi, who had come to their aid. His eyes still held lingering anger, mixed with an awkward gratitude:
"Hey... big guy. Today... thanks. GPS owes you one."
He spoke directly, without beating around the bush, but his gratitude was sincere.
Katagiri Satoshi nodded slightly, concisely:
"Mutual aid."
He glanced at Genji, sensing the powerful strength and unyielding spirit within him. This gave him a more direct understanding of the strength of Suzuran's "apex."
His objective for the night had been achieved. He had personally measured the gap with "The Three Heavens" and also incurred a favor. Unwilling to stay longer, he gestured to Imai.
"Let's go."
Imai quickly bowed to Genji and the GPS members, then hurried to catch up with Katagiri and left.
Izaki Shun watched Katagiri leave, his brows deeply furrowed, his tone solemn, and his eyes becoming incredibly complex.
'Kaiki's boss, Katagiri Satoshi... has actually joined Yuwen's 'Full-Time Student Faction.'
The elites of GPS also had fluctuating thoughts.
Many looked at the tragic state of their companions and felt grateful for the timely reinforcements: "That big guy... he's really strong..."
"And that pompadour guy, he's pretty tough too."
But some also felt worried: "Hey, doesn't this mean we GPS owe that 'Full-Time Student Faction' a big favor?"
"And that Yuwen, how many monsters does he have under him? Will Suzuran... change forever after this?" A subtle mix of gratitude and vigilance began to brew within GPS.
On the other side.
When Serizawa Tamao and Tatsukawa Tokio led the elites of the Army of the Hundred Beasts to the scene, the battlefield was already silent, leaving only devastation and painful groans.
Seeing the tragic state of Tokaji Yuji and his elite subordinates supporting each other, with many incapacitated brothers still lying on the ground.
He, usually so laid-back, furrowed his brows tightly, and a rare, distinct anger burned in his usually sleepy eyes, as if the surrounding air pressure had dropped a few notches.
Tatsukawa Tokio knelt down to check the injuries of one of the wounded, his expression also very solemn.
Serizawa Tamao's gaze swept over Mitsuhashi and Ito, who stood to the side, also wounded but still upright, his eyes complex.
He learned from Tokaji that Yuwen had sent them to support in the name of the "Full-Time Student Faction."
His mood was somewhat complicated; that eccentric fellow had actually extended a helping hand at a crucial moment.
But more than that, there was genuine gratitude.
If they hadn't arrived in time, Tokaji and his subordinates' fate... He walked up to Mitsuhashi and Ito, his tone no longer his usual languid one, but imbued with a heavy earnestness: "Hey, Blondie, Urchin Head... This time, thanks."
He paused, his voice not loud, but enough for all the Serizawa Army members around to hear:
"This favor, I, Serizawa Tamao, and the Army of the Hundred Beasts, have noted. Tell Yuwen, I won't forget this assistance from his 'Full-Time Student Faction.' In the future... his matters, you can count me in."
Mitsuhashi Takashi, though aching all over and wanting to cry, forced a nonchalant and even slightly smug demeanor as he tossed his blond hair:
"Hmph ~ hmph ~ It's nothing! After all, we, the Full-Time Student Faction, and you, the "fixed-time system," are now half 'our own people,' right, Ito?"
He nudged Ito with his elbow.
Ito Shinji's expression was serious, and he nodded: "Mm. Against external enemies, Suzuran should naturally stand united. No one would stand by and watch their comrades be surrounded."
He was concise, yet conveyed a sense of sincerity.
He glanced at the tragic scene and added, "Housen came with great force this time, please be extremely careful."
Seeing their objective achieved, Mitsuhashi and Ito did not linger. They nodded to Serizawa and Tatsukawa, then, supporting each other, limped away from the scene.
Tatsukawa Tokio watched their retreating figures, the light behind his glasses glinting with deep thought:
"The Full-Time Student Faction... Yuwen... to be able to dispatch such combat power for precise support at such a critical moment... What exactly do you intend to do? It's probably not as simple as just a 'Full-Time Student Faction,' is it?" His tone carried a hint of solemnity and vigilance.
Meanwhile, the other executives and thugs of the Army of the Hundred Beasts had mixed feelings as they watched the two leave.
Some were genuinely grateful, whispering:
"I never thought there were such tough guys among those bookworms in the Full-Time Student Faction..."
"We really owe them a lot this time..."
Others had complex feelings, discussing in low voices: "Hey, doesn't this mean we owe that Yuwen guy a huge favor?"
Gratitude quietly spread through the crowd.
This sudden encounter battle temporarily came to an end.
Housen's surprise attack, like a giant rock thrown into calm water, completely shattered the delicate balance between Suzuran and the surrounding thug factions.
And the forceful intervention and goodwill shown by the "Full-Time Student Faction," Yuwen, and his mysterious forces, added countless variables to the future situation.
However, everyone knew that this was by no means the end.
Narumi Taiga, the apex of Housen, would never let it go, and within Suzuran, due to the "Full-Time Student Faction's" high-profile appearance and strong intervention, the already delicate balance was being broken.
Serizawa Tamao crouched beside his injured subordinates, a glint of thought flickering deep within his usually lazy eyes;
Takiya Genji, on the other hand, stared in the direction Housen had retreated, his fists clenched, his fighting spirit undiminished.
And in the shadows, a rumor was spreading at an astonishing speed—about Suzuran's almost absurd "Full-Time Student Faction and fixed-time system" separation.
Even more striking was the rumor that the system had mysterious external aid (referring to Mitsuhashi, Ito, and Imai) and had recruited the former boss of Kaiki (Katagiri), which was spreading at an astonishing speed throughout Suzuran and the entire district's thug world.
The name of Suzuran's "Full-Time Student Faction" was, on this day, etched into the minds of all participants in an incredibly forceful way.
That night, news spread like wildfire among the various academies, provoking vastly different reactions.
Many smaller academies fell silent, not daring to comment too much on the disputes among The Three Heavens.
They only whispered in private, making cynical remarks like, "Look, the big shots are fighting," or, "Now there's a good show to watch," just to join in the excitement.
However, some other thug academies with considerable strength and ambition were stirring restlessly.
They felt that a full-scale war between Housen and Suzuran, two of The Three Heavens, would inevitably result in both sides suffering heavy losses, regardless of the outcome.
This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to pull those high and mighty "Three Heavens," who had always looked down on them, off their pedestals!
"Why should the position of The Three Heavens always belong to those three families?" a thug leader from one academy said, his eyes glinting, to other thug representatives.
"Exactly… it's time for new people to sit in the 'The Three Heavens' position! Maybe… we can also get up there and have a moment of glory!" another leader licked his lips, a greedy expression on his face, and echoed.
Several thug academies began to secretly contact each other, with undercurrents surging, brewing plans to take advantage of the chaos.
However, these academies had a surprisingly consistent attitude towards the so-called "Full-Time Student Faction and fixed-time system" promoted by that guy Yuwen within Suzuran—extreme disdain, disregard, and even ridicule.
"Hahaha! I heard those crows from Suzuran are playing house now? And they're even divided into Full-Time Student Faction? That's hilarious!"
"Are they unable to defeat Housen and starting to seek comfort from students?"
"It seems Suzuran is truly in decline! What King of Beasts and that newcomer Takiya Genji are no good either; they actually allow such a thing to exist!"
"It looks like Suzuran will soon be unworthy of the name 'The Three Heavens'!"
They used this to greatly disparage the entire Suzuran, questioning its qualification as one of "The Three Heavens," and even going to great lengths to mock the Serizawa Army and Takiya Genji's newly appeared GPS.
The news of Yuwen's promotion of the "Full-Time Student Faction" and "fixed-time system" caused ripples among the students of other academies.
Their reactions were more complex, a mix of envy, disbelief, and a faint, unspoken hope.
In a corner of the Emara Commercial Academy library, several students wearing glasses and faded special attack uniforms huddled together, discussing in low voices, their eyes gleaming with a light different from the violent atmosphere around them.
"Did you hear? Suzuran… that Suzuran, someone is actually promoting the 'Full-Time Student Faction'?"
"Yes! They say his name is Yuwen… he forcibly divided time for studying and fighting! You can really work during the day!"
"Really… is it really possible? In a place like that… if… if we could too…"
Their voices grew softer and softer, afraid of being overheard by others, but the seed named "hope" had already been quietly planted.
They carefully guarded this news, which sounded like a fantasy, as if it were the only light in the darkness.
At the Majisuka training ground, a girl with excellent grades who was always harassed by thugs, hearing her friend's retelling, accidentally knocked over her lunchbox.
The girl looked at the spilled food and muttered, "Suzuran… that crow's nest… actually…"
She looked up, gazing in the direction of Suzuran, her eyes for the first time free of fear, but filled with a complex longing:
"If… if even Suzuran can change… does that mean that 'nerds' like us, even in a place like this, can finally have a little… space to study in peace?"
Her friend silently held her hand, and the two girls shared this small yet profound hope in the wind.
---
Inside Kaiki.
Sagara Takeshi was leading his core confidants, actively currying favor and suppressing within Kaiki, attempting to completely eliminate Katagiri Satoshi's influence.
When he heard the report from his subordinates—that Katagiri Satoshi was participating in the battle on behalf of the "Suzuran Full-time System" and helped Suzuran repel Housen—he laughed coldly, his smile twisted and full of malice.
"Heh… heh heh heh… Tomoji, my dear 'former' boss…" Sagara Takeshi played with a small knife, his eyes venomous:
"You're really going backward! You actually went to be a dog for Suzuran's crows? And joined that student's 'Full-Time Student Faction' game? You've really disgraced Kaiki!"
He scoffed at the system Yuwen was promoting, considering it entirely a game for the weak.
And as for Katagiri's choice, he felt nothing but disdain and anger, which made him feel that his decision to replace Katagiri was absolutely correct.
At the same time, upon learning that Suzuran and Housen, two of The Three Heavens, had officially entered full-scale war, a hint of apprehension flashed in Sagara Takeshi's eyes, but it was immediately swallowed by greater ambition.
He licked his lips, thinking fanatically, 'Housen… Suzuran… fight! Fight to your heart's content! It's best if both sides suffer heavy losses…'
He stood up and walked to the window, looking at Kaiki's territory, his eyes burning with desire:
"This is the time for me, Sagara Takeshi, to lead a brand new Kaiki to rise, replace you, and ascend to the 'The Three Heavens' throne! By then… everyone will tremble at my feet!"
---
This place was less an academy and more a huge, chaotic arena!
The walls were covered with graffiti and cracks, and hardly a single window was intact.
No one studied, no one went to work; its existence seemed to be solely for fighting!
Strong thugs chased weaker ones, weaker ones ganged up to resist, and then were scattered again… This was a jungle where only fists spoke, where the strong preyed on the weak!
There was no order here, only the most primitive violence!
In the corridors, in the training rooms, on the training grounds, burly youths were seen fighting madly everywhere!
The sounds of fists colliding with flesh, roars, and screams rose and fell, like an unending symphony!
"I'll kill you, you bastard!"
"Come on! Who's afraid of whom!"
"Wah!"
In one of the dilapidated training rooms, a fight had just subsided.
A young man, lean but possessing explosive strength, stood in the center.
He had his signature black headband tied to his forehead, wore an Oni-Dwell special attack uniform, and his eyes were like those of a hunting beast, full of pure combat desire and madness.
His face was splattered with blood, but he didn't care, even occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the blood from the corners of his mouth, a gesture that made him look even more like a bloodthirsty vampire.
At his feet lay a dozen burly thugs, much more massive than him, sprawled in disarray, all bruised and swollen, groaning in pain.
Among them, a fat strongman weighing over two hundred pounds and a tall, thin strongman nearly six feet three inches tall were even stronger.
The lean man's physique contrasted sharply with the groaning strongmen on the floor, creating a powerful visual impact.
The lean man looked at the scattered "trophies" and let out an excited, yet somewhat regretful, laugh:
"Arere~? Is that all? You guys, weren't you quite tough? Get up! Play with me a little longer! I'm not satisfied yet!" His voice carried a childish cruelty and belligerence.
Although the strongmen lying on the ground were in pain, there was no anger or resentment in their eyes towards him, only complete admiration and an almost worshipful fanaticism!
They struggled, but only shook their heads feebly, indicating they could no longer fight.
Here, strength was respected; they were defeated, and they accepted it wholeheartedly!