Chapter 183: Having the Power of the Big Dipper, Victory Is Inevitable

Wild and cold killing intent, along with an overwhelming fighting spirit, surged toward Jia Ji like heaven collapsing and earth sinking, striking his spirit with ferocity.

Among all the opponents Jia Ji had faced, this man's fighting spirit ranked first—vast, frenzied, and demonic.

Yet when facing him, anyone who took him seriously saw their eyes shift from dull, foolish gray-black to iron-hard resolve, then raised their left hand, blazing with blue flame, clenched it into a fist, and let out a roar that shattered their upper garments.

"Hey, now that's something! Finally! Let me, Gu Jin, fight you with all I've got! Power, emerge! Ryuken's Secret Art, Hidden Secret Art, Ultimate Secret Art—"

"—White Luo Annihilation Essence!!!"

Han's face lit up with joy; his body, spirit, and cultivation realm—all brutally honed through years of grueling battles—now fully unleashed, his ferocious battle qi rapidly coalescing.

His hand closed like a calyx, then slowly pushed forward.

It gradually solidified into tangible form, then emitted a blinding radiance too intense to behold.

"Your move is basically the Kamehameha, isn't it?"

At the same time, accompanied by a breathing technique he had used countless times, the power buried deep within Jia Ji's body surged upward once more.

The sudden onset of Full Concentration Breathing sent gales howling through the arena, sand and stones swirling, searing battle qi radiating from his skin, warping the air itself; a smile curled his lips as his blazing fighting spirit poured forth in words:

"Fight me, Fake Zero!"

—North Star Electromagnetic Cannon!

A beam of light brighter than the sun.

It flashed across heaven and earth in an instant.

The sky and land were utterly drowned in the terrifying radiance of this energy column.

In that moment, the world became a land of perpetual daylight, with nothing existing save the colliding beams between the two men.

Boom~

Boom boom boom…

The explosive energy of heaven-shattering, earth-splitting impact sent a shockwave that swept across the entire arena; Rao and Tuoqi each grabbed Cangya and Leina, saving them from the hurricane of force.

Beside them, Ken Shi Lang staggered slightly; only Long Quan stood unmoved amid the chaos, his eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on his face.

A few breaths later.

The shockwave's gale finally subsided, its ripples fading into the distant horizon, and only then did Jia Ji's loud shout echo:

"Eat this punch!"

Han's eyes snapped open, filled with shock—everyone had just unleashed their ultimate moves; how could this guy recover and recharge so much faster than him?!

The fist loomed rapidly before his eyes; his body, already numbed by the battle qi blast, convulsed uncontrollably, unable to dodge.

Boom—!

The immense force traveled through his cheek into his skull; Han's head rang, his vision spun wildly, and finally, Jia Ji's massive face filled it entirely.

"You—Boom!"

Another fist, crackling with battle qi, slammed into Han's face; in an instant, searing, soul-rending pain surged through his entire body, forcing him to grit his teeth to suppress a scream.

Pain. Soul-rending pain.

This guy's fist hurt more than any he'd ever endured!

One hit landed, followed by a hundred, a thousand.

A sky-covering, earth-concealing storm of fists left him nowhere to flee; within his body, violent impacts ravaged his internal organs, bones cracked audibly, blood seeped from his lips.

In an instant, fueled by overwhelming fighting spirit, Han struggled violently, trying to break free from the combo.

"Hmph, trying to run?"

Power surged upward from his toes, ankles, knees, hip joints—transferred through his solid waist to his spine, then concentrated entirely into his fist.

Jia Ji stepped forward and launched himself like a colossal cannonball; at the center of the violently entwined crimson and azure battle qi, a black void formed, yet the dense, intricate beams of light had already stolen everyone's vision.

"Bang!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

His left fist, like a spiral pile driver, struck Han seven times in succession, then released.

Han, now powerless, had seven hollows shaped like the Big Dipper scattered across his cloak.

Then, seven dents—one inch deep, arranged in a ladle shape—slowly appeared on his golden armor.

"Gra…"

The armor shattered abruptly, shards clattering to the ground; beneath the steel, his flesh bore seven identical fist impressions.

Finally, Jia Ji ended in a lotus meditation posture.

JAGI, WIN!

The one-armed North Star man rose from his unconscious opponent, calmed his breath slightly, let his overinflated muscles from the burst return to normal, and gave his three comrades—whose expressions were complex—a thumbs-up, his smile flashing a few teeth.

Even with only one arm, he's this strong… Jia Ji…

North Star Fist trainee~ Since you're back home, show your real skill!

"Run, quick!"

"It's the Rakshasa! Those guys are definitely, unquestionably Rakshasa!"

Han's underlings finally scattered in panic.

Though stronger than ordinary Mohawks, they hadn't yet undergone nuclear radiation mutation into Super Wastelanders.

And Han himself had never reached his peak potential—he was struck down by someone before he could ascend.

But the commotion they caused drew some unwelcome guests.

Two sturdy figures suddenly appeared behind Han; at the same time, Rao, Tuoqi, and Ken Shi Lang leapt down from the platform and stood behind Jia Ji.

—Gao and Bao.

The North Star equivalent of the unpopular sisters from the Fantasy Realm.

Their presence was so weak that mentioning Gao made people think of one of the Four Lunar War Gods, and mentioning Bao made them think of little rabbits, little foxes, then Tian Ting Hao… cough, then Uncle Qin Hong the Wild Leopard.

In short, though these two were the final two major bosses in the main story of "North Star Fist," even Jia Ji, a bottom-tier villain, had far more popularity than them.

Rao, Tuoqi, and Gao were three brothers sharing the same bloodline; A Quan and A Bao were a pair of brothers who inherited the North Star Clan's main bloodline.

To inherit the North Star Fist, the previous Ryuken master sent the three away from this chaotic land; Gao and Bao, deemed "lacking the heavenly talent for the Fist," were left behind—yet they ended up being taught the equally terrifying North Star Ryuken.

Had things gone normally, they would have become the nation's first and second Luo Generals, ruling for twenty years.

But now, before they had transformed into demons, seeing their fellow disciple Han being attacked by evil invaders, how could they possibly hold back?

"Brothers, what's the point of chivalry with these heretics? Let's all attack together!"

Jia Ji swung his fists and charged again; Rao, Tuoqi, and Ken Shi Lang followed him, entering the familiar group brawl phase.

Brother vs. Brother battles are common!

Younger brother beating older brother is a hallmark of North Star Fist!

(End of Chapter)