Chapter 175: But my love surpassed everything I was inferior to!

Wow!!!!

At the moment that palm was placed on Jia Ji's shoulder, he felt a familiar wind blowing.

This is the Super Beidou dojo, and the person who appears at this moment is naturally from the Super Beidou.

And from that movement, strength, aura, and even the strange yet familiar feeling he brought to Jia Ji, the only person who could appear here was that person, his senior brother...

"You're here... Toki."

"Yes, long time no see, Jia Ji..."

The man whose black hair draped over his shoulders, who originally had a full smile on his face, gradually frowned, his vision shifted, condensing on a certain part: "What's wrong with your right arm...?! "

The second son of the Super Beidou.

Because he was worried about the successor of the Eagle Fist, he chased out.

But at this moment, the

A silvery radiance lit up beneath his feet, and his pure fighting spirit kicked up a circle of gray dust and fallen leaves; an invisible shockwave rippled outward, creating a dust-free zone within this secluded woodland.

The sounds of the forest vanished all at once, becoming incomparably silent.

Shin felt a cold, stern will sweep across his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

It was not just him; within a hundred-meter radius centered on Toki, birds plummeted from the sky and tree branches with a thud, while smaller snakes, ants, and insects simply collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

A violent and distinct change appeared in the originally gray-yellow sky, as if the clouds were being peeled away layer by layer by some kind of force.

Finally, it became a nearly perfect circular void resembling a concentric circle, and the radiance of the Big Dipper spilled down from the void due to Toki's stirred emotions, shining upon the two Super Beidou successors who had met again.

"Who is it?"

No fluctuations could be heard in Toki's voice, but everyone could feel that he was struggling to suppress himself.

He did not know what had happened to Jia Ji; after three years of separation, he had turned into such a state, almost completely different from the high-spirited, healthy, and positive Jia Ji of the past.

Yet he knew he had not fulfilled his duty as an older brother, letting his younger brother fight alone in a dangerous, countless-world-filled reality, failing to appear when his brother needed him. Even though that was impossible to do, he still could not forgive himself... This was Toki.

"Don't worry about it."

Jia Ji extended his left hand and grabbed Toki's wrist, causing his surging aura to vanish completely, then turned his head and gave him a reassuring smile.

"This is just a trivial price to pay to avoid being surpassed by you all... And as for the opponent who took my arm, needless to say, he has already been blasted to death by me."

"But..."

Toki seemed to want to say something more, but he was interrupted by Jia Ji.

"Let's go. I will tell you everything later."

Jia Ji smiled at the curious Shin and winked: "First, become the Nanto... After that, I will come to find you."

"Oh... okay."

Shin responded subconsciously, watching these two young men who were far more powerful than he had assumed himself to be. As their backs gradually receded, a premonition suddenly welled up in his heart—this world seemed destined to change because of them.

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Raoh and Ryuken were not there.

Yuria had already left with two Nanto guards, so the only people remaining in the dojo were Toki, Ken Shi Lang, and Jia Ji.

"Brother Jia Ji, what on earth did you encounter...?"

When Ken Shi Lang saw him return, he initially showed a look of pleasant surprise, but upon closer inspection, his gaze was immediately filled with doubt, confusion, and worry, exactly like Toki's.

Yet what he received was Jia Ji's counter-question.

"For what purpose do you think I cultivate the Super Beidou Shenquan and use this fist art to fight?"

The meaning of cultivation.

That went without saying; of course, it was to become the orthodox successor of the Super Beidou Shenquan and maintain peace under heaven... But the words reached his lips, and Ken Shi Lang swallowed them back. He suddenly did not know what the answer to this question really was, nor did he know how to answer.

Is it important to become the successor of this death-god fist art, passed down to only one person every two thousand years?

Of course it is important. This was the goal Ken Shi Lang had strived for since birth; it had already become the meaning of his short life and the value of his existence, occupying the vast majority of his memories.

Raoh had traveled across the ocean before he was ten, bringing Toki and Ken Shi Lang to Ryuken's dojo to learn fist arts from him, and Jia Ji had also decided at that same time to compete with them for this title.

This was the beginning of everything for the four brothers.

And Ryuken had sighed more than once after that: "This is a fist art that brings a sorrowful fate; the successor will not have a good outcome..."

Even so, everyone was still attracted to it as if possessed, pouring their emotions, hot blood, and souls into it.

Raoh, Toki, and Ken Shi Lang craved power because, while possessing this extraordinary talent, they also bore a fate that would make anyone but them despair.

"Heaven sent these three in the same era."

As their cultivation deepened, they could feel more and more that some ultimate, dark, and terrifying calamity was approaching and about to happen, and thus they dared not slack off.

And when Jia Ji, who had mixed in among the geniuses, pointed everything out, the fog shrouding that future was lifted.

Therefore, they had to fight for their lives.

And what about Jia Ji?

He was not born from "that place," nor did he bear any burden, yet he possessed the ability to traverse "another world" and had power even greater than theirs, always solving everything with a laugh.

Therefore, Ken Shi Lang admired him.

And now, seeing his third brother's battered and bruised appearance, Ken Shi Lang suddenly realized.

It turned out that Jia Ji was not having an easy time either.

He was actually fighting harder than any of them, fighting for his life, to possess such strength.

—"The sense of inferiority after meeting geniuses"

This emotion had once filled Jia Ji's heart. Although it was very brief, it had existed. Even with the "Wan Hua Jing" at his side, he often felt he had a suspicion of cheating.

But after the battle with Younger Toguro, all the 【impurities】 of Jia Ji as a person were burned away.

The Super Beidou title was important.

He would fight for his life to seize this title, but...

Even without inheriting the Super Beidou title, there were still things he valued.

"I am just a greedy mortal who wants everyone I love, everyone who loves me, to be able to smile in their own world."

His voice was not clear or pleasant; it was far more weathered, hoarse, and rough than before, yet it was imbued with conviction and sincerity.

"The cultivation of my life is for this."

Because the people, events, and things I love make my heart surpass all the emotions that once made me feel inferior.

"Not bad."

A male voice, extremely vigorous and masculine, heavy as if a piece of steel had been thrown to the ground, came from outside the door, filled with praise and approval.

The next second, Raoh walked in.

The four of Super Beidou were now gathered here.

(End of chapter)