Ryunosuke looked at the countless crowd of students before him, then gave a well-intentioned warning to Fuka beside him.
"Those eight people who support you aren't in this crowd, right?"
Fuka looked at him as if looking at a fool.
"Do you think I'm stupid enough to let them get involved? I already told them to leave earlier."
Ryunosuke now truly had no worries left. After all, what he was about to do next could impact the entire school. If he accidentally "eliminated" people who supported Fuka, that could become a bad joke.
He asked Ayanokouji and Koenji at his sides. "This many people, can you handle them?"
Ayanokouji did warm-ups to stretch his body with a flat face while answering, "I don't know. I've never fought this many people at once."
Even in the White Room, he had no experience fighting more than 100 people. Ayanokouji himself felt he had no definite guarantee.
Beside him, Koenji also warmed up, moving his slightly stiff shoulders, and said indifferently.
"What's there to fear? Even if we can't win, if we want to leave, who can stop us?"
"True..." Ayanokouji felt those words made a lot of sense. Even if they couldn't win, at least they could escape.
Fuka looked at these two people beside Ryunosuke who acted very arrogantly with a strange gaze. Their tone of speech was as if facing 100 people was trivial; they could come and go as they pleased.
However, Fuka didn't think too long. She stretched her slender waist and also warmed up. For this battle, she deliberately wore red sportswear so it wouldn't hinder her movements. Fighting using a skirt was indeed impractical; sportswear was most suitable for her.
Fuka showed a confident smile and became the first person to charge forward.
She grabbed the necks of two female students and immediately dropped them, then did several back flips to maintain distance. She assumed a martial arts stance, easily parried one person's attack, then did a sweeping kick that made the opponent fall sprawling.
She lowered her body and used the hardest part of her arm—namely an elbow strike—to squarely hit the opponent's stomach. That student immediately vomited bitter liquid, fainted instantly with a trembling convulsing body.
117 people minus one, 116 people remaining.
Fuka stood upright. Her white hair fluttered, radiating the aura of a true female warrior. She frowned, feeling her long hair was a bit bothersome, then removed the lace ornament on her wrist to tie her hair into a ponytail.
"There, this is much more practical." She then plunged back into the battlefield.
The opponents she chose were mostly female. Because with the same gender, she could face a dozen people at once. If fighting males, maybe after facing three or four people, she would start to be overwhelmed.
After all, the difference between men and women was real; the peak of their physical strength could differ by more than twice. Even for someone like Fuka, relying on technique alone would be difficult to defeat a dozen men at once. Rather than that, it was more efficient to eliminate opponents who had the same physique as her.
This was done to reduce the pressure of opponent numbers as much as possible. Regarding male students, she could only mentally apologize; she couldn't help much and let the men on her team handle it themselves.
Ayanokouji also began to move.
He sidestepped to avoid one person's attack, then caught their wrist. With a downward pressing motion, he struck the opponent's nape until they fainted. There was a sensitive point on the neck connected to the central nervous system; in this part, it didn't take much force to make someone faint.
After dropping one person, Ayanokouji looked at the remaining 115 people with a flat gaze and sighed. "Looks like I have to conserve energy; otherwise this will be very tiring..."
He decided to use the most efficient fighting style.
On the other side, Koenji didn't have many rules. His movements were large and straightforward. He grabbed two people like lifting chicks and smashed their heads together. Instantly two people fell. He stood with hands on hips while laughing heartily.
"Following you is indeed very fun, Akasaka!" Koenji tilted his head and turned toward Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke replied with a flat face while choking one person's neck until they fainted. "You'd better conserve energy. With this many opponents, your fighting style won't last long."
Koenji didn't heed that advice. He combed his golden hair with his fingers and said arrogantly. "Relax, I'll run before my energy runs out, hahaha!"
Ryunosuke fell silent, but at least before that happened, Koenji could clear many enemies for him.
At that moment, a beautiful girl appeared in front. Koenji didn't intend to hit her; he just gently made her faint, leaned her stably against the corner wall, then smiled.
"This young master won't hit women. Sleep well here, beautiful lady!" Koenji then turned away.
Ayanokouji did the same thing. He gave light taps on the necks of female students, laying them neatly on the floor expressionlessly.
Koenji seemed to have found a kindred spirit in terms of principles; he whistled. "Nice~" "Didn't expect you to have gentleman etiquette too, Ayanokouji."
Ayanokouji didn't answer, just nodded flatly in return. He was actually quite wary of Koenji. Although he had gone through special training at the White Room, he might not necessarily win absolutely against this person.
Through Koenji's movements just now, Ayanokouji could already analyze the opponent's muscle mass and explosive power. About 20% stronger than him. In terms of explosive power, he lost. However, in terms of endurance, that wasn't necessarily the case.
Koenji seemed enthusiastic. "Although I really want to fight with you to test the depth of your potential..." He spread his hands. "...but in the current situation, I'm forced to suppress that desire. Let's compete sometime, Ayanokouji."
Ayanokouji shook his head in refusal. He just wanted to live peacefully. The reason he was involved here was because he could more or less guess what his friend was planning. If Ryunosuke succeeded, it would benefit him too. So, he decided to help complete this plan.
Both returned to fighting without much talk—meaning not fighting each other, but facing the 100-plus people remaining. As if a strange competition emerged between the two of them to see who could drop more opponents.
Koenji parried an opponent's arm with a back elbow, then launched a knee strike that sent the opponent flying five or six meters. Then he caught one more person and threw them toward five others behind, then showed an arrogant laugh as if provoking Ayanokouji.
Ayanokouji remained expressionless, but his hands moved quickly. He parried the leg attacks of two people at once, caught their legs, and pulled them in opposite directions until they did forced splits that damaged their groin area. After that, he gave one punch each until they fainted.
Someone tried to hug from behind. Ayanokouji kept striking the opponent's stomach with back elbows. When the opponent's grip loosened, he did an over-shoulder throw to the floor, then gave one kick to make them faint.
After that, he straightened his slightly rumpled collar.
Koenji showed an appreciative expression. "Not bad, Ayanokouji."
"You're not bad either." Ayanokouji praised with a flat face.
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