Chapter 184: The Legend of the Super Beidou Man

【Great Moe God: Throughout the two-thousand-year history of Beidou since the Han Dynasty, it is said that those who inherit Beidou Fist and possess a sorrowful heart may awaken the ultimate technique...】

【Forever Seventeen: It was founded in the Han Dynasty? Feels like it happened yesterday. ()】

【Great Moe God: *You're done. I can't take your behavior anymore* ＼(`Δ】)／】

【Forever Seventeen: If you can't take it, come fight me—I'll let you use one hand.】

【Lan Yuan Yanzhu: I thought Sister Zi was just a power-user. What's the difference if she lets you or not? o_O???】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: Shut up! Don't say such blunt truths!】

【Xia Na: So what exactly is this ultimate technique?】

【Angel of Death: I'm curious too.】

【Snow Woman: Me too.】

【Great Moe God: Aside from basic fist techniques, Beidou Fist contains countless deeper ultimate arts, and at the very peak is the one called 'No Thought... Wait, my master needs me for something—talk later.】

【Ice Queen: This guy ran off again.】

【Xia Na: Hey! Finish speaking before you log off!】

Unfortunately, Jia Ji could not hear their calls.

That day, the four brothers of Beidou Fist overwhelmed two Ryū Fist inheritors, with Long Fist holding back behind them—victory was inevitable.

Moreover, Jia and Bao had no younger brother like Jia Ji who constantly pressured teammates; their individual strength wasn't even guaranteed to match Lao or Tuoqi, and upon recognizing the invaders as blood brothers, their fighting spirit instantly weakened by a third, leaving them battered and crying out under the blows of the four Beidou men.

"We are the Beidou people who came from the Fist Dao hall to defeat you. The legendary warrior, Super Beidou Man JIA QI/ROAH/TOKI/KENSHIRO, whose tranquil heart was ignited by rage—here we stand!"

"Take this!"

Skipping the tedious, righteous mobbing, the three Ryū Fist men were instantly captured—Beidou Fist won decisively.

In the following three days,

the Beidou Squad Five Linkers leveled the Land of Shura.

Wherever they went, civilians and warlords alike surrendered at once, bowing their heads in submission—it was simple: their strongest had already fallen, and resistance was pointless.

The Beidou people had no interest in their lives, nor did they need innocent good-natured NPCs—like the Seed Uncle, Village Elder, Common Villager, or Headband-Wearing Kid—to die before them to build up rage for a big move, unlike that man with seven scars on his chest later.

Seeing the gentle eyes of these five mighty men, even the hardest bones would soften involuntarily.

Skin that couldn't be pierced by incendiary rapid-fire cannons, hands that could catch sniper rounds to the temple, strength capable of crushing tanks and city walls—how were they supposed to fight that?

Throughout, Jia Ji constantly activated "Water Shadow Heart," sensing whether those who surrendered harbored hidden intentions, and delivering Beidou massage to those steeped in evil, one by one, detonating them.

With footspeed over three times that of ordinary men, these Beidou invaders swept through the land like a monstrous beast perched above the dark city, claws outstretched, devouring all evil factions—shattered by fate from beyond their world.

The fists of martial artists could shatter metal, cut jade, split mountains, and crack stone—crushing the iron walls of the Land of Shura was no challenge.

"Yay!"

"No 'yay' allowed!"

Long Fist's expression turned grave. After searching tirelessly, the answer came effortlessly—they had finally found the last Ryū Fist heir: Shiqing!

As the previous-generation Ryū Fist heir, few in the world could surpass him; his fist power was unquestionably sufficient.

When Long Fist fought him years ago, he realized Shiqing had fully fallen into qi deviation, transformed into a terrifying demon—undoubtedly the most dangerous being on Earth. If he couldn't defeat him now, he'd have no choice but to let his disciples...

"Attack together." Jia Ji roared.

The utterly dishonorable man immediately leapt forward.

"The evil seeds I sowed... you've eradicated them..."

A man with half-gray, half-white hair appeared before them, standing at the cliff's edge. Though aged, he was not decrepit; his heart remained turbulent, emotions—shock, relief, joy—mingling into a single sigh.

"Long Fist, I've ultimately lost to you—whether to myself or my disciples..." He glanced at his three bruised and swollen disciples, beaten by the Friendship Ugly Punch, and sighed again.

"He seems perfectly normal to me. He doesn't look like he fell into qi deviation," Jia Ji asked.

"Hmm... he seems to have emerged from it."

A great white shark becoming a small goldfish is perfectly normal.

Having freed himself from qi deviation by his own will, Shiqing chose to spend his final years on Chongming Island—until his retirement home suddenly became a vortex of conflict. To protect his twilight years (perhaps), he took three disciples.

He hoped they would use killing to stop killing, becoming a sliver of light piercing hell, pacifying the Land of Shura—this was his second backup plan, aside from the Savior Legend.

"Aren't you afraid they'll fall into qi deviation too?"

"Because Ryū Fist never causes qi deviation!"

Old Shiqing revealed a shocking truth.

In the past, Beidou Liu Family Fist, once the guardian of the Heavenly Emperor, was corrupted by a terrible force—not a flaw in the fist technique, but the twisted will of ancient demons unwilling to die.

The Demon Realm—actually an intangible, formless entity, a condensation of evil existing only in hearts and the heavens.

Shiqing was consumed by the spirits of WWII dead; after many years, he finally expelled and erased them all.

He knew his disciples wouldn't fall into qi deviation, as long as no accident occurred—they would pacify this chaotic nation. But he didn't know...

He thought WWII was the worst—until World War III was about to begin.

Soon, the countless vengeful spirits of those killed in the nuclear blasts of the Third World War would devour the next Ryū Fist heir.

"So this is the evil of this world? Ryū Fist cultivators are walking Holy Grails? Now the coolness factor's dropped." Jia Ji remarked sharply.

"I feel if Jianzi came here to look, she'd fall into qi deviation immediately."

After half a day of cross-checking intelligence, Long Fist and Shiqing realized their assumptions were completely wrong—purely a case of miscommunication, misalignment, and misunderstanding, causing the two factions to remain enemies until now.

They should've been a loving family!

Finally, after long contemplation, Shiqing addressed the four Beidou brothers: "Come. It is time for the 'Rite of Heavenly Bestowal.'"

Hearing this, Jia Qi's eyes lit up.

The greatest mystery of this world—the final enhancement ritual to become a Super Beidou Man—was here!

(End of Chapter)