death of hope

"I...can never lose!"

Kasahara Tetsuya yelled like crazy and stabbed his stomach with the switchblade.

(This guy...really took action?!)

It was just a fight before, but now his opponent really wanted to kill him.

·
In shock, Toru Yamayama had no time to use Krav Maga (Israeli military combat art) to seize the knife with his bare hands.

Relying on instinct, he took advantage of his height and long legs to kick him.
Most people would have to hold their stomachs in pain for a long time after being kicked like this.
Unexpectedly, the other person was completely crazy and didn't care about the pain at all. Instead, he took the opportunity to slash his thigh.

There was a long cut in the trousers of the smiling suit, and blood flowed down the calf, staining the shoes and socks.

"Stop! Kasahara-senpai! Do you know what you are doing?!"

Seeing blood, Tetsuya Kasahara became even more crazy and didn't care about anything.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

Another stabbing.

Yamato Tetsuya endured the severe pain in his leg to dodge the jab and responded with a front hand jab.
But the opponent just shook his head, his eyes were bloodshot, like a crazy hyena, chasing after it after smelling the smell of blood.
The knife was drawn out again, and the tip of the knife scratched the skin of the forearm. The wound was shallow, leaving only a trace of blood.

The onlookers were all horrified and didn’t know what to do. They just stared blankly.

People wearing smiling clothes saw that the momentum was not right, and worried that something serious would happen, they turned around and ran away.

·
In fact, Tetsuya Kasahara is not an expert in using swords.
I carry this bladed switchblade in my pocket just to show off my power.
Because of the effect of surprise and fright,

His reckless and clumsy knife movements can only hurt a fighting master.

·
Although Shan Tetsuya was worried, his heart gradually calmed down:

"Kasahara-senpai! You really want to kill me... why are you like this..."

·
"I originally planned to gather the strength of the second-year students this semester.
Coupled with my 3-year old team and the power of external laughter, I reached the top of Kurose in one go!
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a long-prepared plan...

You damn transfer student... suddenly showed up and messed everything up!
It's all your fault!

Tetsuya Yamayama!

Just be your little master!
Why come to Kurose to cause trouble? !

"

Kasahara Tetsuya roared furiously, and stabbed his heart with the switchblade. His physical strength was already exhausted, and he was only supported by his anger.

The movement of the sword is too slow and the intention of the line is too obvious. Once the advantage of surprise and surprise is gone, it is impossible to hurt the fighting master.

The transfer student easily dodged the blade and responded with a backhand straight punch.
Kasahara Tetsuya was knocked down,

Feeling dizzy, but still unwilling to admit defeat,
His fingers gripped the handle of the knife tightly, as if it was welded on.

He lies on his stomach and crawls,
Arms and hands are trembling,
Slowly, stab the opponent's calf.

It looked hopeless and pathetic.

·
"You lose, Kasahara-senpai."

Yamato Tetsuya shook his head and said:

"Even if you don't like it, you have to accept the result."

He planned to end it all with a set of coherent and handsome moves;
He kicked the switchblade away with one kick, pulled it up by the neck collar, and punched him squarely in the jaw.
Knocked down again, followed by a football kick to the face,

Ending KO.

·
Kasahara Tetsuya was lying on the bridge, unable to get up anymore.

Panting heavily, his face was covered with blood, tears and unwillingness.

Kumada Hisaburo hurriedly ran over to check the stab wound on his leg: "The bleeding can't stop! Call an ambulance quickly!"

Except for Xiong Tian's shouts, the scene was deathly silent. No one seemed to care about the group fight anymore.

No matter which faction, this is true,
No one is celebrating, no one is sad,

Most people just stay in place, at a loss and at a loss...

·
The sound of engines and whistles came from the street not far away...

Hundreds of heavily armed men surrounded the entire neighborhood.
These people wore polymer armor, bulletproof masks and helmets, and held explosion-proof shields and rubber sticks.

On an armored vehicle, a harsh electronic horn sounded:
“You’re all under arrest!
Put your hands up!

You are suspected of gathering crowds to fight, picking quarrels and provoking trouble!
Please cooperate with our investigation!
Under Terran Federation X Law, the Fifth Amendment,
You have the right to remain silent! "