Chapter 105: Bei Dou Is Already the Path of Invincibility, Why Borrow Others

Crush the spear at its sharpest point.

The incredibly intense battle aura slowly dissipated, and a calm, unhurried shockwave followed, the churning air waves halting before the three brothers who had watched the entire scene.

Everything happened far too quickly, and Jia Ji seized the moment with perfect timing and precision; after grabbing Xiu Wu’s ankle, the opponent should still have had a chance to twist and deliver a reverse side kick.

But Xiu Wu, stunned that someone would dare meet his razor-sharp foot-blade—capable of slicing through steel—with bare palms, and actually succeed, momentarily lost focus.

The force that followed was far beyond anything he could resist; only in the instant before he hit the ground and passed out did Xiu Wu finally realize: the fist imprint on his unyielding abdomen had not been made by anyone else—it was Jia Ji.

After releasing Xiu Wu, Jia Ji, who had been facing the two Nan Dou Quan practitioners lying motionless at his dojo’s entrance, was considering whether to use the “One Finger Revival” medical fist technique to wake them, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

“Whoa, what a vicious cutting force!”

He looked down and discovered a wound had appeared across the center of his palm, stretching fully from side to side.

Deep red blood, like fine threads, slowly seeped from the smooth cut and dripped onto the ground, yet Jia Ji’s face showed no displeasure—only delight.

Even though Xiu Wu had not touched his body at all, shielded as he was by full-strength battle aura, the cutting intent of Bai Lu and Xiu Wu’s intense will had tricked his body into believing it had been slashed.

He applied slight pressure, tightening the muscles of his palm, and the wound became nearly invisible to the naked eye; even if left untreated, his superhuman recovery would heal it quickly.

“Of course! Martial arts too bound by geometry and physics lack the divine and mysterious power—this kind of completely unscientific, illogical fist technique is what truly packs a punch!”

Bai Lu’s fist style, which appeared to rely purely on brute force, had, at the final moment, instinctively held back its power—and yet it gave him an unexpected surprise.

Isn’t fist technique amazing?

【Nan Dou Bai Lu Quan】—a fist style within Nan Dou Sacred Fist, primarily centered on unique foot techniques that repeatedly manifest Nan Dou Sacred Fist’s signature cutting power through the legs.

“Foot techniques”—sounds ominous, even lewd, but in truth, Bai Lu Quan is a peerless martial art that achieves devastating efficiency by switching between balance and foot-based cutting.

Its most famous techniques are Lie Jiao Zhan Zhen and Kong Wu, using vacuum battle waves to slice through every opponent in a full circle around the user, making it unmatched for countering group attacks.

As for secret techniques requiring the burning of life force, driven by extreme emotion—such as the legendary 【Flying Bai Li】 of Nan Dou Water Bird Fist—the answer is yes.

But such techniques, transcending the limits of mere skill, can never be unleashed except in direst desperation, when life is on the line; Jia Ji naturally had no chance to witness them.

To truly understand, one must experience it firsthand, let the blood remember its form—watching alone makes it impossible to wield easily.

Yet even grasping just the basic techniques gave Jia Ji immense benefit; from now on, his purely showy spinning kick could become a weapon far deadlier than any sword or blade.

Focus first on mastering the “form” and “intent”; as for “emotion,” cultivate that later.

Xiu Wu, still unconscious, twitched his eyelids, as if desperately wanting to rise and shout: “Stop! You heartless bastard! You’ll never grasp the true essence of fist technique this way!”

But Jia Ji’s strike had been no light one; he merely struggled slightly, then made no further movement.

“What are you talking about, ‘bull man’? This is already our Bei Dou’s ‘Ring Slash Kick’!” the fist thief said with brazen audacity.

“Are there any other of the Six Saints left in Nan Dou? Let me go test them—see if they’ll even open their gates”—Jia Ji had planned to ask this once Xiu Wu woke, but then he reconsidered; it might be too much.

Aside from the former heir of Phoenix Fist, Ojia, who willingly died in his fists to pass on his legacy to Saosai, and this Bai Lu Quan practitioner Xiu Wu, the other elder Six Saints are still alive; facing them would not be so easy to escape.

They are all elders of the same generation as Dragon Fist; even if aged and weakened, their strikes will show no mercy—they’ll all aim straight for vital points.

Moreover, at this time, Nan Dou has not yet split; despite internal tensions, they remain united against outsiders. A single Bei Dou fist practitioner entering their dojo would be unquestionably seen as a challenger.

Unlike the Ten-Man Sparring incident, it’s not about copying techniques—just surviving without losing limbs counts as success.

“I originally wanted to meet Tea Table Lei and the fresh ones, build some goodwill, encourage them to train hard at this age instead of overthinking… but now it seems the timing isn’t right.”

But if I can’t go to Nan Dou, I can go elsewhere.

It’s said Wu Dai Xiongjie is the man with two thousand techniques; then Jia Ji, who possesses Water Shadow Heart, can certainly strive to become the man who masters two thousand fist styles.

That rating stuck on his panel was like a thorn in his eye, a splinter in his flesh; every glance at it caused unbearable discomfort, as if someone were performing “inch-stop” on him, leaving him unable to sleep peacefully.

Furnace-refining hundreds of meridians, understanding one thing to grasp many others—other people’s fist styles are the best firewood for Jia Ji to break through “Evil Upper Rank.”

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“Idiot!”

Dragon Fist cursed.

He harshly rejected Jia Ji’s idea of traveling the world to learn every famous fist style on Earth.

Indeed, when Dragon Fist returned and saw two unconscious Nan Dou practitioners lying in his home, and heard they had been defeated by the student he considered the least talented, his expression turned extraordinarily vivid.

Dragon Fist had never believed solely in talent or bloodline; even with the slightest hope, he wanted to believe in Jia Ji’s potential.

Because belief requires no reason.

Yet now, for this Jia Ji—who in half a year had delivered him such a profound shock—he not only failed to agree or respect, but mercilessly rebuked him.

Collecting fist styles from other schools, filling weaknesses, extracting the essence, discarding the dross, synthesizing a grand fist technique—it sounds thrilling.

But generally, fighters who claim mastery of countless techniques may start as top-tier, yet when their power inflates, they immediately falter and quickly descend to second- or third-rate status.

Almost none ever become supreme masters.

The more you learn, the less you truly use; in the end, aren’t you still relying on just a few techniques?

When your current techniques fail against an opponent, use your wisdom to improvise a counter, instantly evolving a new solution—that is the true essence of Bei Dou.

Bei Dou is already the path of invincibility; why borrow others’ fists?

Copying Ninja stood at attention.

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(End of Chapter)