Chapter 248: The Fist of Body and Spirit

The terrifying Baoxiongxing stirred violently, its aura surging like a calamity.

Jia Ji appeared as if teleporting above Yueyuejian, his body swelling once more, every muscle bulging as if about to explode, veins coiling like dragon tendons across his skin.

At that moment, his height reached two meters, and his "Battle God Armor" shifted in perfect harmony with his form.

All he could do now was unleash a single, unstoppable, irrevocable killing punch.

As if giant traditional Chinese characters had materialized upon his fist: WAR!

——"Northern Dipper Shatters Heaven Fist"!!

A punch moving at light speed sliced through space, severed time, and cleaved the very fabric of this realm, becoming a ferocious arc of light that slammed down upon Yueyuejian's skull.

"Turn into filthy fireworks!"

The terrifying punch force, radiating an aura of annihilation and void-crushing destruction, crashed into the Moon Goddess; everything it passed through dissolved into chaos.

Whether demon king or heavenly devil, even Fengjian Youxiang before—anyone else taking this punch would be obliterated outright, along with everything within kilometers around them, reduced to dust by a single strike.

The entire sky trembled as if shaken by this dreadful power; the next instant, a colossal impact rang out across the entire Pot Heaven with impossible speed.

Invisible force radiated outward from Jia Ji's fist, shattering every ribbon of galactic light suspended in midair.

A sound like the world's destruction echoed through the heavens, followed by a relentless cascade of cataclysmic booms—as if the very Pot Heaven itself groaned under unbearable strain.

Under this overwhelming enhancement, Jia Ji felt he could crack the earth with a stomp and tear the sky with a swing—this illusion of power overflowing uncontrollably from within left him unaccustomed and unable to control it.

Simply put, the flow rate had surged too fast; every punch and kick was stronger than before, yet his realm hadn't caught up.

The "Battle God Armor"'s enhancement could gather all uncontrolled overflowed energy, condensing it onto his skin and redirecting it back into his fist, making its power even greater than before.

His hands moved without pause, leaving a continuous trail of afterimages as they struck Yueyuejian—his punch speed now rivaling that of a Silver Saint, making the Moon Goddess appear as if battered by hundreds of fists simultaneously.

The thunderous clashing of fists echoed through the air; the wind pressure from each blow tore storms into the sky, carving out one black rift after another—but Jia Ji's expression showed no slack, growing heavier with each passing moment.

Until, at a certain instant, a strange sound emerged from within Jia Ji.

The sound of muscle tearing.

The sound of finger bones shattering.

The sound of internal organs rupturing.

The sound of recoil when his fist struck Yueyuejian.

Skin, tendons, flesh, ribs, lungs, spine, organs—all began cracking under the extreme overload, forcing a trickle of blood to escape uncontrollably from Jia Ji's lips.

And the effect achieved since he launched his assault…

——Zero.

"Impossible! How could this be!"

She ignored every attack—utterly, completely—her peerless Moon Goddess expression unchanged, coldly observing the filthy mortal below performing futile labor.

Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless!

Every punch is useless!

A faint white halo radiated from Yueyuejian's body, like moonlight in the night sky—serene, gentle, yet unyieldingly blocking all damage.

Her entire form remained spotless; her legendary beauty, akin to Hōraisan Kyouran, suffered not a single blemish from an attack capable of destroying the Moon Capital.

She seemed devoid of any emotion befitting a living being, existing solely as the 【Moon Goddess】—yet Jia Ji knew she could still grow angry, could still rage, as when Yagokoro Eirin betrayed her.

So when she grew bored with something, she would no longer tolerate it…

Instantly, that bone-chilling dread—once before making Jia Ji's scalp crawl—returned, forcing him to ignite all his battle aura.

Yueyuejian stepped slightly forward, effortlessly parting the raging torrent of power, ignoring the storm of fists flashing past her face, her voice cold and flat: "Exit."

Suddenly, silver radiance filled the entire sky—an ocean of furious, boundless lunar light, visible as a sea of flame—and then…

【A hand.】

【Clasped everything within it.】

He saw that hand again—but this time, a crescent-moon-shaped pale mark glowed upon Yueyuejian's forehead.

No extra sound. Only silence.

This was a palm strike carrying irresistible force.

The next instant, it gently pressed against his chest.

Yueyuejian gazed coldly at his stunned expression, then withdrew her hand, leaving a crimson arc in midair—her palm held large chunks of azure fragments.

With a squeeze, the fragments turned to dust and scattered.

No surprises. No complications. No mistakes.

A cold force shot out from behind Jia Ji like a chilling shockwave, carving a path of nothingness tens of thousands of meters long through his back.

Unprecedented agony surged through his entire body.

Even his soul screamed with unbearable pain, giving him the illusion of being torn apart alive.

"What's wrong?"

Blood gushed violently; the Battle God Armor, shattered from absorbing eighty percent of the damage, visibly repaired itself—but Jia Ji's mind was in chaos, utterly baffled.

Hadn't he severed Yueyuejian's connection to the Moon? Then why couldn't he inflict damage? Is the "Overkill" mechanism really this disgusting?!

He knew something was wrong—but his lower-level "Ten Thousand Points" technique could not target or counter that "something."

Teeth clenched, eyes bursting with blood, he charged forward again.

The sealed Yueyuejian lacked sufficient power to kill him with a single strike—so Jia Ji could still use his flesh and blood to grapple with her.

"Nothing. I'm used to taking hits."

"Let me show you the 【perseverance】 I've forged over these years!"

Teeth gritted, he fought, fought, fought—through every blow, he began to sense the hidden "something" within Yueyuejian, using his moments on the brink of death to gradually comprehend and seize its true essence.

FIGHT!

FIGHT!

FIGHT!

……

After being crushed for the umpteenth time, blood-soaked and dazed, Jia Ji stood motionless, his power fading, his will slowly draining…

He was going to lose.

He was going to be defeated by Yueyuejian.

No matter how he punched, he could not reach her.

The moment he conceived this thought—

—

"I taught you this."

An ancient voice echoed within him—familiar, warm. In an instant, Jia Ji recognized it: a past conversation.

"The Northern Dipper Fist is infinitely evolving. As long as your fist can stand against your opponent, the opportunity to break through will naturally arise."

After these words, the voice fell silent.

"Master Longquan, don't spout that nonsense about the Northern Dipper's lore now! Just say it straight—I'll fight again!"

Jia Ji laughed, rose from the void, faced Yueyuejian calmly, and slowly moved his hands, shaping his own fist technique.

"Then, as you wish!"

Ultimate Desperation Technique—Memory Kill!

(End of Chapter)