Chapter 23: Beat Him Mercilessly!

Kamikawa Mitsu's face was icy as he coldly questioned Mori Ni.

The sudden scene left everyone momentarily unable to react.

When they came to their senses, the surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion.

"Looks like he's just a Gao Zhongsheng, tsk, another one trying to show off."

"I think I heard that guy shout 'little sister'—the junior high girl being hit must be that Gao Zhongsheng's sister. Too bad, what good is having family show up, he's just a Gao Zhongsheng."

"Hm? Why do I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before?" Someone looked at Kamikawa Mitsu, feeling he looked familiar, but couldn't for the life of them recall who he was.

Mori Ni and the other street thugs were stunned.

Very surprised.

At a time like this, someone actually came out to help?

And it was actually a Gao Zhongsheng.

"I'm asking you—were you planning to hit my sister?"

Kamikawa Mitsu's voice rang out once more.

His tone was calm; one couldn't tell whether he was furious or completely unmoved.

Being questioned repeatedly, and that too in public on the street, and being stopped from hitting someone by a Gao Zhongsheng who then questioned him—Mori Ni blew up.

"Damn it, the one I was hitting was your sister, you give me—"

Boom!!

Without any warning, Kamikawa Mitsu threw a punch straight at Mori Ni's face.

That punch carried no small force.

The crowd only felt a fist-shadow flash before their eyes.

Mori Ni's nose bridge caved in, his face nearly concave.

Blood spurted from his nose, shooting out three chi.

The massive inertia of the punch sent his head tilting back, which in turn drove his whole body crashing backward onto the ground; rainwater on the ground splashed up and scattered.

The surrounding puddles rippled and trembled.

Rain mixed with muddy water splashed, staining Mori Ni filthy all over.

To this, he gave no reaction whatsoever—clearly knocked unconscious by Kamikawa Mitsu's single punch, possibly even with a concussion.

At this moment.

The scene seemed to freeze, only the rain continuing to patter down.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their minds suddenly emptied, momentarily lost.

"Chie, what were they trying to do to you?"

Paying no heed to the crowd's reaction, Kamikawa Mitsu turned, crouched down, and asked softly.

A minute earlier, he had arrived on the street, looking for Kamikawa Chie, when he saw a crowd gathered not far away. Out of curiosity, he went over and happened to see Kamikawa Chie about to be hit.

Without a second thought, Kamikawa Mitsu acted.

Still, though the hit had landed, he needed to ask what they had been trying to do to Kamikawa Chie.

They couldn't have been hitting Kamikawa Chie and the others for no reason at all.

"Nii-san, they wanted to take us to get sweets, but we didn't want to go, so they started dragging us."

Kamikawa Mitsu's arrival was like a sedative; Kamikawa Chie's panicked heart steadied considerably.

A sharp glint flashed through his deep eyes—Kamikawa Mitsu had roughly guessed the truth.

It must have been that group of obvious street thugs who, failing to pick the girls up, had turned angry and ashamed into rage.

Damned.

A bunch of society's dregs!

Just as Kamikawa Mitsu frowned.

"You little punk!"

"Damn it, kill him!"

"Kid, you dare mess with us?"

Mori Ni's companions didn't stay stunned long—only two or three seconds had passed.

The instant they came to, these men were uniformly enraged.

With so many of them, one of their own had actually been taken down by a Gao Zhongsheng.

A disgrace!

In an instant, the utterly still scene turned into utter motion, plunging into chaos.

Five youths charged at one Gao Zhongsheng, swinging their fists.

"Nii-san!"

Kamikawa Chie's newly steadied heart was once again panicked and furious.

Nii-san was alone, facing five people.

Many bullying the few—Nii-san was sure to get hurt.

Without time to think, Kamikawa Chie gripped her umbrella tightly and was about to rush in to help Kamikawa Mitsu.

Suddenly.

Her vision blurred.

Kamikawa Chie froze.

She saw that, before she could even help, Kamikawa Mitsu had already shot forward, swift as a cheetah.

Umbrella raised in one hand, he lunged a step forward.

His waist twisted, his right foot flicked like a crocodile's tail, whipping toward a thug who threw a punch, striking precisely at the man's jaw.

That thug's jaw twisted, dislocated by the kick.

Several teeth flew out.

The tremendous whipping force made the thug look as if he'd stepped sideways and slipped, his body slamming stiffly into the ground, his cheek crashing into a puddle, smashing the water-filled hollow in the ground even larger.

Kamikawa Chie and her classmates, along with the surrounding onlookers, were stunned, as if caught in a dream.

In less than a blink.

Another one taken down?!

"Hiss! That's way too fierce."

"This..."

The surrounding people's hearts jolted, their faces filled with dread.

Under their gaze, Kamikawa Mitsu was simply too fierce—first, one kick sent a thug sprawling, then he charged out, his hand moving so fast that in the time it took them to blink, his strike had already landed.

The fight had lasted less than a dozen seconds.

Surrounded by their assault, Kamikawa Mitsu moved like a general plucking an enemy's head from ten thousand troops, closing in on one thug, his palm forming a blade, slashing horizontally at the man's throat.

The hand-chop was fierce and swift, its speed like a flash of shadow passing by.

"Ugh—ugh!"

That thug clutched his throat with both hands, feeling as if his throat had been broken.

The pain made him want to scream, yet no matter how he tried, no sound came out.

He wanted to breathe, but couldn't, only letting out sounds like his throat was clogged by something, in utter agony.

That look made it easy to wonder—had his Adam's apple been cracked? His vocal cords severed?

The surrounding onlookers stared dumbly, so shocked their jaws nearly couldn't close.

Watching the fight continue.

Watching Kamikawa Mitsu battle the thugs.

For no reason, a strange feeling sprouted in them.

How was this six people surrounding one person for a group beating?

It was clearly one person surrounding six people.

Carrying out a one-sided thrashing.

And this one-sided thrashing was being done by that person using only one hand.

As for what the other hand was doing—it was holding an umbrella to shield from the rain.

"This Gao Zhongsheng, could he be the national fighting champion?" Suddenly, from among the onlookers, no one knew who spoke up.

Everyone jolted sharply.

Come to think of it!

It really was possible.

Look at this teenager—damn, he's just too overpowered. Beating six people with one hand and winning would be one thing, but the key is those six couldn't even touch him, not a single punch landed.

And what's more...

As the fight went on, the thugs, clearly driven to desperation and burning with rage, actually pulled out switchblades and telescopic batons from their pockets.

The opponents drew weapons, yet the teenager wasn't flustered in the slightest.

He didn't even retreat, charging straight in to meet them head-on.

Every movement flowed like water.

In the end, it was still a thrashing.

Even with weapons, the thugs were useless.

Because one thug's telescopic baton was knocked from his hand by a grappling technique of Kamikawa Mitsu's and seized.

Wielding the telescopic baton, Kamikawa Mitsu was like a tiger with wings—strike after strike rained down, battering the thugs until their hands and feet were bruised and swollen, their faces covered in streaks from the baton.

After it all.

The thugs' weapons gave them no advantage, and instead handed the advantage to Kamikawa Mitsu.

Seeing this, the crowd had already quietly reached a conclusion.

This was absolutely a teenager-division national fighting champion.

The reason was simple—beyond Kamikawa Mitsu's one-sided thrashing, the main thing was the way he fought.

Throughout the entire fight.

Not a single movement was wasted.

Every punch, every kick was a lethal strike.

They even vaguely sensed that Kamikawa Mitsu was deliberately going easy, consciously holding back his force—otherwise, after all this, it wouldn't be the thugs lying on the ground wailing, but dead.

This guess was quickly confirmed.

In less than a few minutes, after Kamikawa Mitsu had taken down all the thugs, he strode toward Mori Ni.

"What are you going to do?"

Mori Ni, who had already woken up and been beaten by Kamikawa Mitsu, sat on the ground, heedless of the mud and water staining him, retreating in fear.

"You were about to hit my sister with your left hand just now, weren't you."

Kamikawa Mitsu's gaze was like lightning as he walked forward, umbrella raised.

From start to finish, not a drop of rainwater clung to him.

Mori Ni was terrified, daring not to answer.

"If you won't answer, I'll take it as your silent admission that you wanted to hit my sister with both hands."

After Kamikawa Mitsu finished speaking, he was already before Mori Takeshi.

Without a shred of hesitation, he raised a foot and kicked at Mori Takeshi.

Mori Takeshi, terrified, instinctively raised both hands to block in front.

"Aaaah—"

A piercing shriek tore through the sky, even drowning out the sound of the rain.

Facing Chie almost being defiled, facing the other party drawing a switchblade to kill him, Kamikawa Mitsu did not hesitate for a moment; he kicked out, breaking both of Mori Takeshi's arms.

Fresh blood soaked the surroundings.

Mixed with the rain, the puddles were dyed blood-red.

(PS: Today I dreamed that you readers enthusiastically sent me recommendation tickets. I woke up crying, realizing the dream was too fake. You readers are so stingy; how could you possibly send me recommendation tickets? Please slap my face, readers.)