Chapter 124: Source of Power JIAJI

"Quiet, quiet—class is starting now."

This time, the teacher for the Cursed Children was none other than Jia Ji.

He had long pondered what future awaited the Cursed Children, and the more he thought, the more chilled he became, drawing in several sharp breaths.

First, all Cursed Children possess superhuman regenerative abilities, ensuring injuries sustained during training recover at an unimaginable speed.

Ordinary Cursed Children possess strength, speed, reflexes, and physical attributes no weaker than adults, and every Cursed Child selected by IISO as a Starter has a vitality score of at least 3.

Among them, Yanzhu stands out with a score exceeding 5; those who have unlocked their Domain may reach 8 or even 10. These little girls are both adorable and extraordinarily powerful.

Second, Cursed Children who have survived this long have far more mature mentalities than their peers—no need to worry about their resolve. If a chance to grow stronger appears before them, they will never let it slip away.

Unyielding will, immense drive to grow, superior physical traits, rapid recovery no matter how they train, and innate special animal factors… most importantly, they are all only ten years old—the perfect age for martial arts training.

Even if they simply grew up normally without doing anything, they would still attain "Parallel" level strength—but that would be a waste, a betrayal of their gifts.

Just as he once evaluated Xiao Hua, a friend of Jianzi, after resolving the Original Virus contamination, these little girls are all exceptional candidates for martial arts training.

If Jia Ji himself had only been at the Blue-tier in his early training, these children have already reached Purple-tier.

Not just one or two—this world holds hundreds of thousands, even millions, of potential heirs to the Nan Dou Fist Art. To ignore them would be a tragedy.

"Simple—I'll become the Martial Ancestor."

"Cough, cough—now we'll begin Dark Magic Defense… no, correction: Complete Guide to the Nan Dou Thousand-and-Twenty-Four Techniques."

Do lions train?

A lion that trains is no longer just a lion—but humans, lacking sharp claws and fangs, choose to borrow the claws and fangs of animals to arm themselves.

Forms like Xingyi and the Five Animals Play all emulate animals, using visualization to ensure every movement embodies both form and spirit—tiger, crane, monkey, mantis, and so on.

But Nan Dou Fantasy Martial Arts go further: they do not limit themselves to mere animals, but forge their foundation from all things in the world.

Whatever is powerful, copy it.

In this age, still practicing traditional animal forms?

If dinosaurs hadn't gone extinct, the boundless imaginations of Nan Dou martial artists would have surely created Triceratops and Tyrannosaurus forms.

But facing these Blessed Children, even that falls short.

What took old-era martial artists decades of grueling effort to internalize, these little girls were born with—animal factors already embedded in their bodies.

"Come, Yanzhu, demonstrate the basic essentials of the Nan Bai Lu Fist I taught you."

"Leave it to me."

As a rabbit-gene bearer with exceptional leg strength and a natural aptitude for kicking techniques, Yanzhu combined with the Bai Lu Foot-Cutting style—what kind of chemical reaction would that produce?

The twin-tailed little girl stood with palms upright, one leg raised, arms extended, brows lifted, muscles tensed, eyes glowing red as if entering a strange state.

In the center of the group, she spun like a dancer, executing kicks with fluid grace, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next, faster and faster—until the sound of her toes shattering the air merged into a single continuous roar, as if summoning a whirlwind, transforming into a ferocious white heron in mid-hunt, radiating both power and beauty.

"Huh?!"

One child rubbed her eyes, unable to believe what she saw—how could her classmate suddenly turn into a giant bird clad in steel-spiked feathers?

Nan Dou practitioners with sufficiently strong wills can even disrupt the senses of those with weak wills—through different visualization techniques, they may induce hypnosis (Nan Dou Dark Bell Fist), construct illusions to drag opponents into dream worlds, or enhance their charm to bewitch the mind.

The Six Holy Fists all follow a path of brute force and dominance, visualizing ferocious birds and raptors—before their palm-blades or foot-knives even strike, they already terrify opponents lacking mental fortitude.

"Phew—how was that?"

After finishing the form, Yanzhu asked proudly.

"Well done."

Jia Ji praised her without restraint—her talent far surpassed his own before he mastered Water Shadow Heart; her insight was extraordinary. If this world allowed Qi cultivation, her future strength would not be inferior to his current level.

He opened his palm in a "let me weigh you" gesture. Little Yanzhu's eyes lit up, immediately pressing her round face into Jia Ji's large hand, letting him squeeze and mold it into any shape.

"Alright, alright—let's first design training plans for the others." After ruffling her hair, Jia Ji turned to the rest.

"Hmm, eagle gene? Perfect for Twin Eagle Fist."

"You're… snake gene? Nan Dou Snake Thunder Bite it is."

"Bear gene? Focus on strength—Wu Che Star Mountain Posture would suit you well."

"Huh? Planarian gene? Regeneration stronger than Original Organisms… tricky. Maybe just pick whichever style is hardest to master."

Though Jia Ji had only learned dozens from over a thousand Nan Dou styles, some techniques were universal—using the body as weapon. For nearly all Cursed Children, as long as their inherited factors weren't too obscure, there was always a suitable fist style for them.

Everyone had a path to train.

"Miao-miao!"

Unnoticed, Bushi Cui, the Starter of Ti Ze Zhangmo, had approached Jia Ji. His eyes brightened, and his hand involuntarily stroked the little girl's cat ears twice.

Bushi Cui, with large silver-purple eyes, silver hair braided into a long plait hanging over her chest, happily nuzzled her small head against Jia Ji's palm, savoring the touch.

"Then I'll teach you Nan Dou Miao Miao Fist!"

Stop! This has completely devolved into a comedy fist style!

"Me too! Me too!"

Seeing Bushi Cui's blissful expression, the others surged forward.

Soon, Jia Ji was buried under several little girls—never before had he been so wildly popular. Overwhelmed, he reluctantly declared class over for the day.

The children cheered, surrounding him in a tight circle of girls under ten, clinging to him with sweet, high-pitched voices, peppering him with questions.

Jia Ji: So cute www, kksk!

After finally extricating himself, Jia Ji directly ordered the Holy Empress: "Copy ten billion copies of this training video—send them to all of humanity for viewing and study!"

Jia Ji never cared about sectarian boundaries. Except for Bei Dou Divine Fist—whose transmission he couldn't control—he treated all other Nan Dou Fist styles as wholesale clearance sales.

From this point on, centered on the place he named 【Fist City·Ji Wotuo】, the Nan Dou killing fists spread across the world at a speed that stunned all, creating massive ripples that shook heaven and earth.

And Jia Ji himself would later be called the "Source of Power!"

Before the nuclear blast, Nan Dou originally had over a thousand styles; the bomb reduced them to just 108—a number that somehow feels fated.

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