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Visually, Akaza is clearly stronger, but Shirakawa knows how outrageous Yoshioka is; he can even bend the tip of a knife with his fingers.

But it's really hard to say who will win or lose. Yoshioka may have great strength, but in terms of skill, he is definitely no match for Akaza, the runner-up in women's mixed martial arts.

Perhaps Akaza can resolve the issue with Yoshioka here, allowing Shirakawa to focus on managing the principal and the Nagasaki Club.

"Who are you?" Yoshioka asked, not recalling ever provoking such a powerful, muscular woman.

"You don't need to know my name," Akaza said furiously, her voice trembling with intense anger. "Do you remember the shop you smashed up yesterday?"

"Yesterday? That ramen shop?"

“That’s right,” Akaza said, getting into position and ready. “People always have to pay the price for their mistakes. Yoshioka, if the police can’t deal with you, then let me, your elder, teach you a lesson!”

"Tch, bring it on." Yoshioka, with an inexplicable confidence, didn't take Akaza seriously.

In an instant, Akaza lunged forward and swung his fist fiercely at Yoshioka's face.

Yoshioka dodged the punch by shaking his head, and then quickly threw a left hook.

Fortunately, Akaza had strong core strength. He used his toes to push off the ground and jumped back a step, dodging the attack.

The force of the punch swept past her eyes.

High-end ingredients often require the simplest cooking methods.

Even if a qualified fighter has mastered various advanced fighting techniques, they can still sense the level of their opponent's strength through the most basic straight punch.

Akaza sensed something unusual in these extremely ordinary strikes and dodges.

This man is terrifyingly strong; in terms of sheer power, he is even stronger than any opponent I have ever faced before.

"What, are you scared?" Yoshioka laughed.

He clenched his fist, the gleaming brass knuckle duster pointing straight at Akaza's abdomen.

Akaza, relying on his experience, anticipated the attack, grabbed Yoshioka's wrist, and twisted it to his side.

I can't break it!

The punch landed squarely on Akaza's stomach, and Akaza clutched his belly, staggering back several steps.

It shouldn’t be!

Akaza couldn't understand it at all. Although this person was tall and imposing, his strength should not be comparable to hers.

Yoshioka gave Akaza no chance to breathe, pressing relentlessly and throwing punches so hard that Shirakawa couldn't even see the trajectory of their fists.

All that could be seen were afterimages.

Although Akaza had doubts, she remained calm and composed, skillfully avoiding Yoshioka's attacks and becoming increasingly adept at controlling the situation.

A poor, unskilled playing style will ultimately remain mediocre.

Akaza seized the opportunity, dodging the attack by sidestepping, and punched Yoshioka in the chest.

Yoshioka remained motionless, glanced down, and smiled disdainfully.

It won't cause any harm?

Akaza frowned deeply.

It might have been a mistake on his part, but Akaza's punch landed squarely on Yoshioka.

This is contrary to common sense.

Yoshioka swung his arm in a wide arc, blocking Akaza's hand.

He raised his knee and kicked horizontally, striking the bare seated man in the waist.

Akaza grunted and took a few steps back.

She developed deep doubts about her own abilities.

Have you been helping those rich young ladies with their workouts lately, and haven't practiced in a while, causing your arm strength to atrophy?

Since that's the case, let's try a different approach.

Use joint locks and techniques to counter force.

I never imagined I would one day be reduced to using these fighting techniques on high school students.

I only wanted to teach him a lesson, but I didn't expect him to force me to use all my strength.

Akaza concentrated, placed his hands in front of him, assumed a defensive and counter-attack stance, and waited for an opportunity to strike.

Yoshioka paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

I never expected this brass knuckles to be so powerful, forcing this muscular woman into a defensive stance.

"Hey, I don't want to hit a woman. Kneel down and beg for mercy properly, and I might let you off the hook."

"Stop talking nonsense. I think you're a complete idiot. If you apologize to me properly, I can forgive you for smashing the store."

Actually, the ramen shop was insured, so the pots and pans they smashed weren't worth much.

Akaza came only to vent his anger.

"Apologize?" For some reason, Yoshioka's expression suddenly changed, his face darkened, and his eyes revealed a murderous intent.

Akaza was still wondering why he had such a strong reaction.

Yoshioka suddenly stepped forward, his speed completely different from before, even from what he had just experienced.

Akaza swung a right straight punch, seized the opportunity to dodge the attack, the fist slid across Akaza's waist, one hand pressed down on Akaza's shoulder, the other grabbed Akaza's right arm, twisted it backward, and circled around behind Akaza, locking him firmly in place.

Finally, he used his shoulder to push against his back, slamming his entire body against the wall.

Shirakawa watched with great excitement, this move was very similar to the one he used to subdue Akiyama at the karaoke bar.

The movements are smoother, more precise, and more powerful.

So handsome.

This time, Yoshioka probably won't be able to break free.

Just then, Yoshioka roared.

The sound echoed in the alley, and Yoshioka kicked the wall in front of him with force, sending Akaza and Yoshioka's bodies flying together.

Faint shoe prints were embedded in the sturdy cement wall.

Akaza had never encountered such a situation before. After finally managing to steady herself, Yoshioka forcefully shook her off and broke free from her restraints.

He turned around and kicked, hitting Akaza squarely in the thigh.

click!

A crisp sound, similar to the snapping of wood.

The thigh was clearly fractured, and the lower leg was hanging loosely.

"Ah!" Akaza screamed and hopped a few times on one leg.

He quickly grabbed onto a trash can in the alley to steady himself.

Shirakawa was also stunned. He watched as the invincible Akaza was kicked into such a sorry state with just one kick.

Shirakawa quickly opened his phone and sent a message to Miike.

"I'm in an alley behind the school. It's an emergency! Call the police immediately!"

Shirakawa never expected Akaza to lose so badly.

Yoshioka slowly approached, his anger blazing: "You mean you want me to apologize, huh?"

Akaza leaned against the trash can, supporting her thigh, where the injury was rapidly turning purple.

Shirakawa sent another message to Miike.

"Call an ambulance, quick!"

How to do?How to do?

I definitely can't beat Yoshioka right now.

Wait, police?

At this moment, Yoshioka's eyes were fierce, and he raised his fist high, as if he were about to execute Akaza.

In this situation, we had no choice but to go for it!

"Wait!" Shirakawa, wearing a mask, rushed out from around the corner and shouted.

134. Who is the real clown?

"Who!" Yoshioka turned his head and saw an ordinary boy wearing a chuunibyou mask and the uniform of Chenghuang High School.

Isn't this the boy who came to his own classroom to inquire about him?

Why is he here?

“I am Hero B!” Shirakawa replied.

"It's you!"