[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo":3,"chapter-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-234":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Chat Group: My Northern Dipper Fist Will Never Lose!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2349799,4593,"Chapter 234: Demons, Rise!","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-234",234,"\u003Cp>In this era, demons exist as humanity’s opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons possess intelligence equal to humans, bodies stronger than any human, bird, or beast, and desires fiercer than any living thing—vivid, vigorous, wild, defiant, blazing, truly the embodiment of desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They endlessly crave strength and have unquestionably become the masters of today’s world, but this is not enough—not nearly enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urge to conquer remains unsatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, they sought to conquer enemies, oceans, mountains, skies—until no opponent remained on earth… until a wise great demon told them: Go to the moon! Challenge the gods who once towered above all beings, seated upon the Throne of Heaven!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps weary of earth’s filth, or bored by humanity’s folly, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto led the gods and their kin to Yoru-hara—the realm known as Takamagahara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some reckless demons even believed the gods fled out of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, before conquering the ancient unknown Yoru-hara, when all of Japan’s mighty demons gather upon this Demon Mountain, is this not the perfect opportunity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each great demon within the inner circle possesses sufficient power to stir chaos in human society; their legends endure precisely because they were never defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, an opportunity naturally arises—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to prove who is the strongest demon on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! So this is the Lord of the Four Seasons’ Flowers, the Tyrant of the Sunflower Field?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iblis Suika downed several gulps from her Iblis Gourd, wiped her mouth, and as the top-ranked of the Four Demon Kings, she clenched her tiny fists with blazing battle lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demon queen with massive brown horns received no answer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not no answer—something far more infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green-haired flower demon spoke, her voice devoid of emotion, as if unaccustomed to speaking with others—but her meaning was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not regard the demon queen as an opponent, nor did she intend to “play” with her. Yes, even Suika’s power meant nothing to this arrogant flower demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as she spoke, Fūken Yūkō gently brushed her fingers over Suika’s head, tenderly smoothing her chestnut hair, radiating elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, are you treating me like a child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogant! Reckless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For centuries, Fūken Yūkō had slaughtered without mercy every demon who entered her field, earning her the title Tyrant of Flowers—she wielded power beyond all rules, and no one could stop her from doing as she pleased—but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her action instantly reminded Suika of a hateful, tardy bastard—his familiar manner stirred unpleasant memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like being dragged by the horns and spun into a whirlwind by a drunken fool, crushing demon clans beneath him, breaking bones and scattering bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suika tilted her head up, staring at Fūken Yūkō so close, feeling the piercing gazes of the gathered demons, and growled: “I have a small question—do you truly surpass me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fūken Yūkō merely yawned—a bored yawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How utterly contemptuous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she did nothing now, Suika could no longer remain among demons—her reputation, alongside the other Three Great Kings, and her clan’s prestige would suffer irreparable damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward, her right fist driving straight ahead, smashing toward Fūken Yūkō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The punch was open, honest, unhidden, straightforward—yet even with such a clear trajectory, it seemed nothing in the world could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—explosion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lake behind them erupted skyward like a detonated bomb; the earth trembled violently, the ground rippling like waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of the shockwave was unimaginable—even after spreading a hundred meters, it retained immense power. Many watching great demons, caught off guard, nearly fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Suika’s vision, Fūken Yūkō’s hand blurred—she felt something pierce her chest, her eyes darkened, and her body instantly shattered into fine mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—the explosion sound was the report of Fūken Yūkō’s fist, arriving after hers, punching straight through Suika’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before today, it wasn’t only Suika who broke through—Fūken Yūkō, long secluded deep in the flower field, had grown stronger after her life-or-death duel with the intruder who stormed her domain, and after her resurrection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar that shook the air violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suika, reformed, wore a bright, cheerful grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fists blazed with blinding crimson light, channeling several times the power she had just unleashed—she was finally serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full power unleashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick demonic energy burned, and her overwhelming aura disrupted the flow of air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyrant of Flowers, who appeared gentle and serene but showed no mercy to anyone except flowers, the peak of demonic power, raised an eyebrow, a faint sneer forming on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let us embrace properly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clenched her fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple motion—like an unfathomable vortex—drawing every gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That plain, unadorned fist, carrying unstoppable force, struck toward the demon queen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, time seemed to freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like slow motion, breath held—the demons watched the two fists draw closer, about to meet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if a single frame had been inserted into time, a pair of unfamiliar hands appeared between the colliding fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh hey~ Gang fight? Count me in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tardy man caught Suika’s second punch with his right hand, absorbing all its terrifying force—air screamed with sharp cracks—but his hand didn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His other hand blocked the flower demon’s strike, halting it dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three people, four fists colliding—thunderous booms echoed, and the demons felt the entire mountain tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, both the exuberant Demon Queen and the slightly intrigued Tyrant of Flowers simultaneously ceased their attacks the moment he appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then all the great demons turned their gazes to this unexpected guest, who had resumed his original posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick demonic energy and grotesque demonic limbs, like chains, coiled around his muscular limbs, torso, ankles, neck, and skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, thousands of demons—each shaped differently, like ants forming a long line—faces flushed, straining with all their might. The sheer number suggested the entire demon alliance had mobilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he, with hands in his pockets, walked step by step, dragging them all from the mountain’s base to its summit—alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost deep in Demon Mountain, one hundred thousand demons have risen…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",983,"2026-06-21T02:38:14.072Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4523c1a818264ac9ab833f111963b401a6e1a32eccd4882fa8a54715cdcf1ab1","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-235","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-233",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]