Chapitre 611: Chapter 611
"This 2nd year student looks crazy? Doesn't he look good."
"Let me kick two feet first."
"That's appropriate, who made him so arrogant!"
Ryuji was brought into an alley, about a dozen students from Minehara high school.
Even though Minehara High School is a major regional school, not all of them are good students with good character and academic excellence.
There are also gangsters who eat and wait to die.
It's perfectly normal for immature high school students to feel shy and want to teach others a lesson.
Ryuji looked around, feeling a little bored.
There were only a dozen people, and it felt like it could be finished in less than five to seconds.
"Kid, you don't run."
The 3rd year senior who just met today said arrogantly.
"Because you let people block the door." Ryuji stared at the people with idiotic eyes.
Veins popped from the senior's forehead.
"You are still so arrogant when you are about to die, no wonder you dare to say that in front of the whole school!"
Ryuji showed a smirk.
"Because it's true."
Sakuta watched in horror, this person's angering ability was too strong.
Of course, he was referring to Ryuji.
"If you say something like this, don't even think about leaving!"
The gathering of a dozen gangster-looking guys was quite intimidating, and the average high school student was already scared to death.
"Go!"
Sakuta closed his eyes, maybe that would relieve the pain.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"I was wrong, let me go!"
The lines were simpler than expected, but the voice turned out to be not Ryuji.
The man who rushed at the beginning was only held back by Ryuji, and was thrown back like trash.
The situation after that was also very simple. The space in the alley was cramped, and a dozen or so people couldn't crowd in.
Ryuji's hands were like giant pincers, and those who touched them could dislocate in mild cases, or even break their limbs in severe cases.
Sakuta had a rich facial expression. Is this man that strong? No wonder he looks confident.
"Hate!"
Someone took a wooden stick and threw it at Ryuji's head, and he held it firmly.
The thick wooden baseball bat snapped like a twig, along with the swinging arm.
Screams sounded one after another, and there were only two or three people standing intact at the scene.
"Gulp."
Cold sweat dripped off the senior's forehead, he had provoked some sort of monster.
Ryuji slapped the last gangster casually, and it took a total of 20 seconds.
He smiled and looked at the senior who had been purposely left out until the end, and asked, "Are you all trash?"
The legs shook, and he said tremblingly, "Yes!"
Ryuji smiled disdainfully, "Trash."
"You!" The senior was furious, but seeing the tragic situation around him, he swallowed back his anger.
"Yeah, I'm trash, we're all trash!" The senior smiled apologetically.
Ryuji waved his hand, "I know, you don't have to repeat it."
The senior clenched his fist tightly, but he had to endure it.
"Are you a monster?"
Sakuta could feel his suppression behind Ryuji's back.
"Monsters don't count, I happen to be a bit stronger than them."
Sakuta remained expressionless.
"Looks like you're redefining the word 'a little bit.'"
"But there will be problems in the future. If the school found out, it would be really troublesome." Sakuta was a little worried.
This was already considered an incident of a mob brawl, and if the group insisted that Ryuji provoked it first, it would probably become a punishment package.
The reality is so cruel that officials tend to believe the majority.
"So what if the school finds out, didn't these people just beat themselves up?" Ryuji said strangely.
Sakuta was dumbfounded, if only it was that simple.
"Senpai, what do you think?" Ryuji asked with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, they just beat themselves up!" Out of fear of Ryuji, the senior opened his eyes and blurted out nonsense.
Sakuta paused, "What's the point of saying that now."
The corners of Ryuji's mouth lifted.
"No, they will say that."
Ryuji snapped his fingers, as if something had happened, but also as if nothing had happened.
"By the way, Senpai."
"Since you're beating yourself up, why are you still standing still?"
The senior trembled, and slapped his face twice.
"Is it good?"
Ryuji frowned, "It seems you want me to help you."
"No, I will use my power!"
The senior was shocked, afraid that Ryuji would do it himself, he punched forcefully in the face.
Both of his cheeks were red and swollen from the beating.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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