Chapter 179

This land seemed to be forgotten by the world, as quiet as if it were dead. The edge of the island was shrouded in thick fog, and broken ships and unknown skeletons floated on the sea, as if warning anyone who tried to approach—this is not a paradise for the living, but a purgatory for the dead.

The ship slowly approached the dark gray shore; the mountains, beaches, and sea were all dark, as if their vitality had been sucked away.

Black crows circled in the sky, making harsh cries.

"There is a legend in the Land of Shura that the conqueror Raoh will return to the Land of Shura as a savior to save the oppressed people... finally..."

The raven-black long hair was not braided but tied behind the head with a simple flowing cloud ribbon. The capable and concise young girl wore well-fitting armor and spoke in a pleasant tone, as if reciting an epic.

However...

"Hahahaha! Land of Shura, I'm here!"

The first one to return to this country was not Raoh, but a certain hedgehog-headed man who swung his arm and jumped off the ship, his wild laughter shaking the world.

Toki and Raoh jumped off the ship that Jia Ji had stepped on the sea to "coordinate" back from the pirates one after another, followed by Kenshiro, and finally the emotional Ryuken.

Five muscular brothers of the end of the century, all of whom had the strength to beat up a hundred-year-old vampire with their bare bodies without a stand, and an average height of 1.95 meters, successfully landed!

"Are you... Reina?"

Toki was slightly startled, recognizing this young girl who was a little younger than them; she was their childhood playmate in the Land of Shura.

"How did you know we returned to the Land of Shura?"

He couldn't help but ask this question; their actions from decision to implementation had almost no interval, and the news shouldn't have spread to this closed-off Land of Shura so quickly.

—"Feeling."

A thin, ghost-like young man suddenly appeared and pointed his finger at the Big Dipper in the sky.

He is Soya, Reina's brother.

The two siblings had once made a promise with Raoh that they would follow the savior in the prophecy and pacify the Land of Shura.

Jia Ji knew these two; they were considered friendly NPCs under Raoh, so he ignored their reminiscing with the three Super Beidou brothers and instead looked at the environment in front of him.

The scene on the island was even more creepy; on the abandoned shore, huge craters blasted by artillery and tanks could be seen everywhere, and both sides of the beach were piled with skeletons that no one had collected.

The grayish-yellow trees were incomplete, riddled with many holes, and would break and fall at any time.

And those remaining branches, gnawed by dead silence, were hung with pieces of air-dried human skin.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Jia Ji took a deep breath, and in a trance, he felt as if the end of the century had arrived.

"What a fragrant smell of blood!"

Soya led the crowd forward while introducing the current situation of the country.

"The warlords on the island occupy one side each, engaging in endless fighting for resources and power. Their subordinates are mostly desperate people or puppets controlled by dark fist arts, with no humanity at all."

"In this chaotic land, dark fist art inheritors lurk like poisonous snakes. They not only master deadly fist arts but are also proficient in various strange secret arts, capable of manipulating people's hearts and twisting laws. Those with outstanding strength are called 'Shura,' and apart from that, there is no order at all..."

That was something that started more than ten years ago. The era was moving toward destruction with drastic changes. This Land of Shura was hit by fierce attacks in that era, followed by endless wars.

When everything started from scratch, what could master the era was the power of the fist, so three boys were sent out of the country to inherit the heaven-ordained Super Beidou Shinken—these three were Raoh, Toki, and Kenshiro, who was still in swaddling clothes.

"But, who are you?"

Soya stopped and looked at a certain guy who was swaggering as if he had returned to his own home, asking in confusion.

He could vaguely recognize Raoh and Toki from his past impressions, and could match Kenshiro with the current Super Beidou inheritor Ryuken by age, but...

Among the three Super Beidou brothers, is there this guy with a pointed head?

It is natural not to know; in fact, when Jia Ji was beaten up in the original fate line, the Great Will didn't even consider the background of the three Super Beidou brothers.

"Who am I?"

Jia Ji heard this question and felt so good that he wanted to pull up that thing.

"Hi hi hi, go ask around the four seas and eight wildernesses, 'Teigu Killer', 'North High Male God', 'League Champion', 'Ryuken Disciple', these are my destiny—Super Beidou Inherit... umph umph."

Ryuken couldn't stand this kid's nonsense, gave him a hit directly to make him shut up, and then sighed and explained to Soya: "He is the third disciple under my sect. Although he looks a bit fierce and his personality is a bit... naughty, his fist art level is first-class. His name is—"

Ryuken paused and said proudly: "Jia Ji."

To this day, Ryuken can say it without wavering; this is the third disciple he is proud of!

And when Soya heard this, his gaze toward Jia Ji also carried a bit of respect.

In the Land of Shura, force is the law of everything.

It is said that there are fist arts with a 4,000-year history here, and the North and South Super Beidou sects also originated here.

Everyone has to fight continuously from the age of fifteen. As long as you are not willing to be defeated and become a slave, you must keep fighting. The survival rate is truly only one percent. It is a hellish world of struggle, a country that does not allow invasion, a fortress that will not fall.

The men of this country have only one purpose.

That is to win this thing.

The Shuras on this land do not value status, position, power, or anything else; they only pursue supreme force!

And Jia Ji possesses the force sufficient to earn him enough respect.

"Where do we go next?"

Jia Ji scratched his head a bit embarrassedly; his hundred boasts were not as effective as Ryuken's one sentence.

"Do we need to sneak in?"

In front of them, a giant steel gate over thirty centimeters thick and weighing hundreds of tons blocked their way.

The timeline is too early, and Jia Ji doesn't know what to do either.

"No need."

Raoh walked up close.

"I can already hear it, the sound of ghosts crying."

The cold wind whistling past his ears, mixed with traces of painful wailing, came from far to near, head-on.

The tall man with gray hair and black eyes returned to his hometown. He clenched his distinct knuckles, and the surging power squeezed the air, causing circles of white cloud-like airflow to spread to the surroundings.

That giant fist slowly pressed against this thick gate and pushed it gently with the fist surface.

—Boom!

(End of chapter)