Chapter 180: Those Who Defy Us, Soy Milk Die!

What is it that compels you to come to the Land of Shura?

For ambition? For desire?

For what cannot be lost and cannot be forgiven!

"To break the legend of the Land of Shura."

"And to once again grant those who suffer here light and life… so this gate shall never close again."

The earth began to tremble.

Toqi, closest to Laao, suddenly frowned as a powerful sonic wave slammed into his cochlea.

Boom!

This punch, with almost no room to build force, produced a sonic boom only possible when breaking the sound barrier, while a small, clearly visible ring-shaped cloud spread from his fist, and a storm of crushing pressure surged outward.

A dense network of cracks radiated outward from the point of impact, covering the massive steel door in spiderweb fractures.

All of it happened within a single second.

Laao slowly retracted his fist; a gust of wind passed, and the door before him turned to dust, its remnants falling to the ground.

In Jia Qi's specially assembled adventuring team, each member was a super-tier warrior, assassin, or tank—capable in both intellect and combat, able to fight and endure, with bare-handed laser and photon blasts being commonplace; occasionally, Jia Qi, who had awakened spiritual power, even doubled as a priest.

But if it came to pure physical damage in group battles and dungeons, none surpassed Laao—his physical strength, honed by the Beidou Divine Fist, could withstand direct tank hits to the chest without harm.

"Walk straight through."

Brief and to the point, Laao strode into the domain of Shura.

In that instant, Jia Qi looked up and saw, beyond the shattered opening, the dark clouds on the horizon had been swept away.

Brilliant radiance, uncontrolled, surged forth as if ready to swallow all things.

Like heaven itself had broken.

…

On this land, many Shura warriors consumed each other's lives, yet something felt wrong—everyone seemed to have forgotten something… though none here could recall what it was.

It didn't matter that they couldn't remember, because someone was coming to teach them—teach them what they lacked: love!

"Love?"

Cangya, who had grown up here, did not understand Jia Qi's meaning.

"Yes—if a friend or someone you love dies, do you feel sorrow?"

"Of course we do!"

"That feeling isn't taught by anyone—it's known by all since birth, an unerasable emotion."

"No matter how many you kill, no matter how many betray you, love is what grants peace at last!"

"But… this is truly tragic. No matter how loudly you shout about love in this country, no one will hear. No—those who preach love are killed."

So they would use the one thing every Shura warrior knew best, trusted most, relied upon—the fist! They would use fists to spread love, to awaken love!

"Alas, we are the Beidou Warriors, defenders of love and peace beneath the Beidou Goddess!"

As he shouted this, Jia Qi swung a stone pillar—weighing at least ten tons—from the roadside, leapt into the air, and hurled it with all his might.

Boom! A Shura warrior caught by surprise flew backward, his upper and lower body severed, his pelvis still pinned to the ground while his torso became a pulp stuck to the pillar.

Swish! One man froze in place, motionless—his skull slid off his neck, exposing the cervical vertebrae.

Since arriving on the island, Toqi had gazed longingly into the distance, but this familiar land now felt alien to him.

"One coin, free Jesus laser! 1111!"

Waves of battle qi shot out, striking each black or brown, gleaming forehead—each instantly swelling into a bloated dough, then red, white, and yellow erupted from the ruptured gaps of eyes, nose, and mouth; worse still, every victim struck wore a blissful smile in the instant before exploding.

"Jia Qi, what the hell are you talking about?!"

As Toqi unleashed two Guantongzuoyou battle qi waves with "Beidou Uncle Mantis Fist (Beidou Friendship Smash Fist)," sending every attacker who dared strike them flying into the sky, he couldn't help but complain.

News of the invaders spread rapidly, so Jia Qi's group faced repeated attacks.

Palm waves, fist winds, battle qi cannons flew everywhere, occasionally punctuated by strange sounds like "Ah-daa-daa-daa-daa-daa~ Oda!" and the Shura warriors' gruesome fates could only be compared to the over-the-top gore of Ramen Man killing Broken Man in Muscle Man.

Blood soaked, flowed, and pooled; intestines and organs lay in a pulpy mess across the ground; along the street they walked, only flesh and blood remained, wiped clean like a rag.

Kill Kill Kill!

Blood flows—leave not one alive!!

Beidou Divine Fist is Tuti Fist (authentic)!

At this moment, their target was crystal clear: each warlord and commander—push forward, crush the Land of Shura utterly.

Only when all creation is destroyed can the great universe be reborn.

"Have you heard of Beidou Liu Fist?" Jia Qi asked during a moment of leisure.

"…I've heard of it. They say it's the fist art used by 'Han.'" Reina replied, her voice carrying a faint trace of fear.

Don't misunderstand—this "Han" isn't a dynasty, but a person's name.

In this nation's four-thousand-year history, even before recorded records, there existed legends of a savior.

It was said that whenever this land neared destruction, an immensely powerful savior would appear, his power capable of burning all demons to ash in an instant—a miracle only a god could achieve.

People revered this man as a god; his successors were the inheritors of the Beidou Divine Fist!

But Beidou Liu Fist, equal in power to Beidou Divine Fist, vanished from history; for the next two thousand years, it was regarded as a demonic fist art and feared.

Han, the ruler of a region, was the first man to claim he had mastered Beidou Liu Fist—and after that, he became invincible in battle.

"Han? I know this guy. Let me handle it!"

If the name "Han" sounds unfamiliar, try another term—"Jia Ling."

Yes, that's right—the character Zero from the King of Fighters series. "Han" is his prototype, but due to popularity, he ironically earned the nickname "Fake Zero" to distinguish him from the "Real Zero."

"Reversing heaven and earth—pay me royalties, you bastards!"

As he muttered things no one understood, Jia Qi marched with his fellow disciples toward the location of "Fake Zero."

"I am pursuing the true thing!"

(End of Chapter)