The delinquent youth group looked at each other.
They first looked at Aihara Yamato, who was now just clutching his chest with one hand, groaning, unable to get his butt off the street, his face full of pain.
Then they looked at Hayato.
Hayato held the wooden sword upside down, turned, and lightly drew an invisible line on the ground behind him with the tip of the sword.
"Here."
Hayato said to Siyuan Liangxiang, "You stay behind this line; they won't be able to break through a single step."
Siyuan Liangxiang nervously placed her hands on her chest. The number of delinquents was twice as many as last time. She wanted to say that she would fight them with Hayato, but he unreasoningly turned away, cleanly slashing the air with the wooden sword,
The delinquent youth group looked at each other.
They first looked at Aihara Yamato, who was now just clutching his chest with one hand, groaning, unable to get his butt off the street, his face full of pain.
Then they looked at Hayato.
Hayato held the wooden sword upside down, turned, and lightly drew an invisible line on the ground behind him with the tip of the sword.
"Here."
Hayato said to Siyuan Liangxiang, "You stay behind this line; they won't be able to break through a single step."
Siyuan Liangxiang nervously placed her hands on her chest. The number of delinquents was twice as many as last time. She wanted to say that she would fight them with Hayato, but he unreasoningly turned away, cleanly slashing the air with the wooden sword,
"Come on, I'll annihilate you all!"
"Gulp,"
The yellow-haired leader swallowed.
Although he was also a member of the school's Karate Club, Aihara Yamato's strength was much greater than his.
This guy could cripple Aihara Yamato with a single sword strike, so if he went up against him, it would definitely be even more horrific…
And this guy… was too strange. He clearly looked like he couldn't even hurt a chicken, so how did he unleash such powerful strength in an instant!?
The yellow-haired man felt a chill in his heart, and even his legs trembled a bit, but he gritted his teeth, waved his hand forcefully,
"Brothers! Two fists are no match for four hands! Go, surround him! He might not be able to wipe us all out!"
"Roar!"
His subordinates let out strenuous roars.
No matter the situation, when there are many people, it's easy for blood to rush to their heads and for them to lose their judgment.
Three people can make a tiger.
What's more, there were about ten people here!
When they rushed towards Hayato in a dense mass, the scene alone was quite intimidating.
At least, that's how it seemed to Siyuan Liangxiang.
She first saw Hayato's slender back, and then, past him, came the charge of the delinquent group.
Just by comparing their physiques, it looked like he would be crushed by those scoundrels in an instant.
However, the next moment.
The blade rose.
Just one strike.
The hat-wearing delinquent closest to Hayato was struck on the cheek by the wooden sword, and immediately, his mouth was torn open, making two 'plop-plop' sounds as he spat blood, and in the bright red blood were a few white things… teeth!!
On the other side, the fat man tried to sneak attack while the hat-wearing delinquent attracted Hayato's attention, but his baseball bat hadn't even swung down yet.
"Break!"
Hayato's sword was retracted, its tip directly against his plump chin. He flew up like a discarded piece of spoiled fat, rising two meters into the air before crashing onto the asphalt road below.
Like a flash of lightning, before the fat man could even fall, Hayato retracted his sword to his waist, adopting a 'drawing sword' stance. His gaze sharpened, and in an instant, he drew his sword, the 'wooden blade' striking the waists of three people consecutively. The 'thudding' sounds were like bones cracking, and the faces of the three men instantly twisted in pain.
Two fists are no match for four hands?
That's only because the two fists aren't fast enough, aren't strong enough.
Miyajima Sakura, as the Kendo Club captain, saw at a glance that the strength of this junior was simply not on the same level as these delinquents.
He was a once-in-a-decade sword genius! He even… was he sixteen? Or seventeen… At this age, he already vaguely showed the shadow of a 'master'. How beautiful was his sword? Like a swimming dragon, yet also like a startled swan!!
Miyajima Sakura was already a master in 'Kendo', so she naturally paid more attention to sword cultivation than others. While her eyesight was sharper, her pursuit of swordsmanship was also more obsessive.
Her excited cherry lips trembled incessantly.
Strong… too, too strong… so amazing… this swordsmanship, this power…
Her eyes burned as she stared at Hayato.
This man, she was 'determined' to have him!!
In just a few exchanges, the delinquent group had all fallen under Hayato's wooden sword.
And Hayato hadn't retreated a single step!
Nor could anyone… break through his sword perimeter!!
Hayato looked down at all the delinquents… except for one, the yellow-haired leader.
He wasn't on the ground crying out in pain, but rather… seeing that the situation was bad, he had already pulled away, intending to flee.
He was now about twenty or thirty body lengths away from Hayato.
Although he ran in a sorry state, as long as there is life, there is hope; this brat would be tormented by him one day!
The yellow-haired man gritted his teeth; after this defeat, he was already planning his next period of enduring hardship.
But he hadn't yet come up with a clear plan.
A scream of "Wah—" caught his attention.
It was Aihara Yamato.
He couldn't help but look back, and saw that Hayato had walked over and struck his shoulder with a sword. This strike would likely shatter his shoulder blade, and indeed, Aihara Yamato showed such a resentful look.
"One," Hayato said, then smiled and tapped his other shoulder with the wooden sword, saying cheerfully, "As everyone knows, a person has two shoulders… stand up, or I'll shatter your second one!"
He suddenly roared, and Aihara Yamato, who had fallen due to pain, scrambled to stand up, but the moment he straightened, another strike fell.
Aihara Yamato screamed and fell again.
"I only said I'd chop you if you didn't stand up, not that I wouldn't chop you if you did," Hayato said indifferently, then brought the sword down vertically, hitting two inches below Aihara Yamato's crotch, "This time I chopped your shoulder. Next time I see you harassing Liangxiang, I'll chop somewhere else!"
"..." Aihara Yamato said nothing, only his body trembled.
"Stand up," Hayato said again.
Aihara Yamato was somewhat at a loss, he just groaned painfully twice.
"It's your shoulder and ribs that are broken, not your legs! Get up and crawl, or I'll have you dumped in Tokyo Bay," Hayato said.
Hearing this, Aihara Yamato quickly tried to get up, but since both his arms were broken, he had no strength to support himself when standing, and he fell back down on his backside. Then, just as Hayato said, he crawled a few steps before struggling to stand up and flee for his life.
As Aihara Yamato ran, Hayato's gaze turned towards…
The yellow-haired man was startled, but he still had the advantage of distance. He was just about to take off.
Then he heard a sound behind him,
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!!"
The wooden sword shot straight towards him.
Before the yellow-haired man could even lift his leg, his back was struck with a 'bang', and the mere wooden sword sent him flying several meters before he landed.
After landing, he felt a killing pain in his back, but the will to survive still made him stand up and stumble as he continued to run.
"You remember this too." The yellow-haired man heard a low, cold warning, and he almost collapsed to the ground, his legs giving out, but he managed to support himself. He dared not look back.
Hayato stepped over the fallen delinquents and walked back to Siyuan Liangxiang.
Siyuan Liangxiang clutched her chest with both hands, but even so, she could hear her heart pounding 'thump-thump-thump'.
Her eyes met Hayato's, and her face flushed uncontrollably.
"H-Hayato…" Siyuan Liangxiang was about to say something.
Hayato rotated the wooden sword, held it horizontally in his palm, and offered it to Miyajima Sakura.
"Thank you, Miyajima-senpai, for lending me your sword," he said.
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