Chapter 102: After All, I

Strong.

Complete and overwhelming strength.

The three brothers, as Jia Ji had expected, wore the exact expression that pleased him.

His muscles, his fists, his battle qi—all of it—this bare-chested Jia Ji, though his appearance hadn’t changed, was now utterly unlike the man they remembered, a world apart.

That shock was like a punch straight to the skull; they were still dazed.

As for the speed of victory, that wasn’t surprising—two warriors both trained in powerful fist arts typically clash in just four words: “passionately annihilate each other!”

A gap of one line is a gap of infinity.

Not to mention the Ultimate Assassination Fist, Beidou Shenquan, which has both mechanics and stats—any weakness compared to the opponent easily leads to total domination.

If it’s not a sparring match with careful counters, it’s perfectly normal to decide victory within a few strikes.

“I’m doing fine!”

“Of course!” Ken Shi Lang seemed to have developed a certain admiration for this mysterious older brother, answering without hesitation.

“What exactly have you been through?” Duo Qi couldn’t help asking; he still couldn’t believe his eyes.

Other things might be explainable, but could a person’s physical strength increase this rapidly in just a few months? He hadn’t shown any signs of grasping the essence of Beidou Shenquan—no rage, no sorrow?

Does the school now provide a hundredfold gravity chamber?

Who exactly are the teachers at this school?

“Hehe, this is my struggle to survive!”

Stretching his arms wide to fully embrace his moment of victory, Jia Ji felt every pore of his body open in comfort, his spirits soaring.

“After all, I’m a high-performance fist master!”

“So what should we do with him? It seems you know this martial artist named Budong?”

“Hmm… this is a bit tricky.”

Killing him outright was still an option—back then, they had no choice—but now Jia Ji wants to be a good person.

Just like playing a serious game of Gagaga Mu, if you can’t achieve a perfect ending for everyone, it leaves you feeling deeply uneasy. Now that Jia Ji possesses the power and means to reach a good ending, he will absolutely avoid any regret.

“How about… Duo Qi, you try to soften him with love?”

Budong, chosen as one of the Five Chariot Stars, was doomed by the law: blackened he triples in strength, purified he weakens sevenfold—his outcome was predictably terrible, dying horribly, excruciatingly, unspeakably.

Jia Ji already removed his flag this time; killing him now would be outright stupid.

With his power growing stronger—even after facing off against Haruhi Suzumiya—he now has zero doubt about stopping a nuclear explosion; his confidence is absolute.

So his mindset changed—he would create a world of “DD Beidou Shenquan!”

“DD Beidou Shenquan” is a parallel world of “Beidou Shenquan,” a fully happy-ending universe.

“In 199X, the world was never engulfed in nuclear fire.”

Under this reversed setting, the nuclear war that would have destroyed the world never happened; peace endured, and every character appeared as a two-headed, comedic, chibi version.

If such a future could truly come to pass, it would be a blessing for everyone in this world.

But… the three brothers who still cling to the Beidou Dojo—having been stirred by Jia Ji—how far might they advance in the days ahead?

Perhaps even stronger than they were in the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

“Hmm… how about we take him to the hospital?”

Lei Chan frowned at Ken Shi Lang’s suggestion, preparing to rebuke him—Budong had come to challenge the Beidou Dojo; how could they treat an enemy?

Naive! Too naive!

One day, this mindset will kill him!

Finally, Jia Ji looked around at the shattered mountain path, the ruined surroundings, as if bombed—cleaning it up would take forever.

“Let’s compromise—I’ll invoke the ancient, time-honored tradition—leave it be…”

They only had one day of rest; why waste it on such trivial matters? If Long Quan returns, he’ll surely lecture them again.

Jia Ji understood Budong—he’s high attack, high defense, high HP, thin-skinned. Leave him alone, and nothing happens. When he wakes, he won’t have the face to keep causing trouble—he’ll leave on his own.

“Wait!”

A figure flew toward them from afar.

A second unexpected guest appeared—and the Beidou group knew him well.

“Xiu Wu? You… you’re not here to challenge the Beidou Dojo too?”

One after another, without end.

At this moment, Duo Qi became even more certain his First Law was entirely correct.

The Beidou Dojo had never been this lively before.

“No, I didn’t come to challenge the Beidou Dojo.”

Out of breath, Xiu Wu glanced at the unconscious Budong on the ground—surprised, yet relieved: “I heard Sa’o Sa had sent the demon Budong to harass you while Long Quan was away… I rushed over to stop him.”

“But it seems I arrived at the wrong time,” Xiu Wu scratched his head, laughing wryly.

He was the eldest among the new generation of the Southern Dipper Six Holy Fists, and the most level-headed—he least wanted conflict between the Northern and Southern Dipper schools.

“No, you arrived at the perfect time!”

Jia Ji blinked, his expression nearly identical to Lianggong Chunri’s when she caught Chao Binai.

He pointed at the fallen man: “Take him back with you… better yet, bring him to Cimu Star and get him properly treated.”

“Huh? Take Budong…?”

Before Xiu Wu could finish, Jia Ji shot past him like a gust of wind, his urgent voice following:

“Brothers, run! Let Xiu Wu handle the cleanup!”

Before he could react, several more gusts of wind zipped past him—fast, but his sharp eyes recognized them as the other Beidou members.

Clearly, no one wanted the thankless job of cleaning up.

Xiu Wu sighed again, staring at the colossal, fallen Budong, now at a loss.

…………

“So your meaning is… when you disappeared, you were training in another world?”

“Correct. It’s time I told you.”

Jia Ji shed his carefree demeanor, speaking with unprecedented seriousness.

“Our world will suffer a great calamity within ten years—specifically, several major nations launching nuclear missiles, plunging the globe into wasteland. But don’t worry—I already have a solution.”

He held up three fingers.

“We don’t need ten years. I’ll give you a number: three!”

“Destroy the nuclear weapons within three years!”

(End of Chapter)