Chapter 259

Land of Asura.

Before the Super Beidou Tai Sheng Temple.

Standing in the spacious dojo was a 1.9-meter-tall, approximately 21-year-old young man wearing a silver-gray martial arts uniform, with ape arms, a wasp waist, and a perfect physique.

He wore a headband, his eyes were like cold stars, his nose bridge was straight, and his face carried a trace of free and easy expression; his chiseled face exuded masculine spirit while also possessing a unique gentle temperament.

There was no one else around, only him.

Standing like a quiet mountain range.

Just looking with the naked eye, from size and mass, one might not feel how obviously powerful, formidable, or invincible he was, nor could one feel how sharp and terrifying his momentum was.

But he alone seemed to be the only one in heaven and earth; as soon as anyone saw him for the first time, they would involuntarily ignore everything around him.

Deep yellow ginkgo leaves fell one by one with the breeze in front of him, and before long, the stone slabs on the ground, divided into meter-wide sections, were already covered in gold.

The young man stretched out his slender fingers and gently picked off a fallen leaf hanging on his black hair that fell to his spine. A kind of invisible life energy magnetic field, which was difficult for ordinary eyes to observe directly, quietly spread around him.

The fallen leaves covering the ground under his feet suddenly rippled like a water surface.

Then, he began to punch slowly; it was the most basic hand-to-hand technique of the Super Beidou lineage.

His fist art was slow, restrained, and flowing like clouds and water, seeming to merge completely with the airflow around him. His dancing arms were full of power and beauty, and the airflow driven by his fingertips lifted the leaves on the ground, flying back and forth in front of him silently.

A set of fist moves was performed unhurriedly; without touching, relying only on the airflow that was difficult to manipulate, more than ten thousand fallen leaves and dust within a radius of a zhang gradually surrounded his whole body, covering the young man from head to toe, as if covered by a layer of golden light.

As if embracing the whole world, driven by his elegant fist art like flowing water, the movements were so gentle that it seemed no force was applied at all, but the gathered fallen leaves became more and more numerous.

In the end, all the apricot leaves within a radius of ten or twenty zhang were spinning in the air, and then gathered into a ball centered on the young man, constantly circling.

And under such circumstances, inside that seemingly airtight ball of fallen leaves, the young man continued as if unaffected.

The young man practiced repeatedly, re-enacting it countless times from all angles. After an unknown amount of time, he stood firm, exhaled long, and slightly raised his hand…

"Snap"

Accompanied by an almost imperceptible sound of breaking.

The fallen leaves filling the sky suddenly decomposed into extremely fine fiber fragments, as if crushed and annihilated by an invisible force, scattering into invisibility like dust.

Then, that power gradually spread with the wind.

Not stopping at the young man's surrounding zhang or dozens of zhang, there seemed to be an absolute domain in all directions, front, back, and sides; the atmosphere vibrated, and an invisible force rolled through the air, producing a shockwave that didn't constantly decay until several hundred zhang away.

That shockwave wasn't fierce, but rather extremely gentle; even an ordinary person who had never practiced any fist art would not suffer any harm here, only feeling a breeze brushing their face.

However, wherever the force passed, hundreds of thousands or millions of fallen leaves turned into dust silently, mixing with the dust and mud on the ground, no longer distinguishable from each other.

In the end, centered on the young man with his eyes closed.

Beyond the range of vision, a peculiar landscape of "blankness" appeared on the vast ground of dozens of acres.

Of course, although he didn't realize it from the beginning, such a gorgeous and grand movement in the end could not fail to attract the attention of the two old men in the Tai Sheng Temple not far away.

"Toki… it seems that your mastery of moves is no longer below mine…" The tall old man with a long beard and monk's robes paused, smiling with both relief and bitterness, "No, perhaps even I am difficult to rival you in terms of soft fist…"

A thousand years… perhaps two thousand years, his disciple Toki also possessed the strongest talent among countless geniuses, and the most gorgeous moves.

The older old man beside him, Jukei, first widened his eyes in shock; in just that moment, he had witnessed such an incredible and shocking thing with his own eyes.

"Hyoh, Kaioh, they didn't lose unjustly…"

Then he sighed, looking at the young man who was both familiar and strange, his eyes filled with even more complex emotions.

On one hand, he was happy for his peerless talent; after inheriting the fist of the main family, the young Toki, whom he had sent out of the Land of Asura in the past, had grown to the same level as them, the older generation. But on the other hand, Jukei felt sorrow for his own disciples.

"If it were Toki, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for Han to surpass him…"

The huge gap that could not be ignored had already been created between the disciples taught by Jukei and the disciples of Ryuken. How could this not make Jukei, who had practiced the 'Super Beidou Liu Family Fist' all his life and firmly believed it was invincible, feel frustrated?

That's right, after the completion of the Ceremony of Heaven's Grant, now that everything was clear, the "Super Beidou Ryuken" had now taken back the name of the past "Super Beidou Liu Family Fist."

And Jukei knew who all this was because of—the disciple of Ryuken, the third of the Super Beidou—Jagi, who left after inheriting the main family's fist.

Because of the appearance of this person who had no bloodline and no destiny, the other three disciples of Ryuken all showed abnormalities of a terrifying degree.

If it weren't for him, Toki and Raoh might not necessarily have been able to surpass his disciples, but now, even the underage Kenshiro had the strength to suppress them in subsequent sparring.

"Master Ryuken, Uncle Jukei…"

The young man named Toki came back to his senses from the lingering charm, bowed to his elders, and then raised his head without any confusion, looking directly at the old man in front of him with those bright eyes full of vitality.

"I am also leaving…"

He used the word "also," and the two people in front of him both showed expressions that were not surprising at all.

Ryuken nodded silently, and then said simply: "Go."

He knew that this was an unavoidable thing, born from the persistence in a fist artist's heart and an indelible desire to win or lose.

Yes, every time his third disciple disappeared and reappeared, his strength would get a suffocatingly exaggerated improvement, bringing endless pressure to the rest of his fellow disciples. If this continued, there would be no need for more comparisons; the title of Super Beidou successor would definitely belong to Jagi.

Before Toki, Raoh and Kenshiro had already left. One of them went to find the reclusive "Gento Koken," and the other returned to the South Star, seemingly intending to challenge all six Holy Fists.

"Where are you going? Are you going to find those fist arts that are of the same lineage as the Super Beidou?"

Ryuken was referring to the two schools of "Super Beidou Son Family Fist" and "Super Beidou Cao Family Fist" that were thought to have disappeared.

"Yes… but, not only them."

Toki's gaze looked into the distance, as if penetrating the invisible space to see that ancient eastern land, those famous mountains and rivers hiding countless fist artists.

"I can't fall too far behind either… after all, how can there be a younger brother stronger than the older brother in this world."

Two days later, the last of the three Super Beidou brothers left the dojo to find his own path.

(End of chapter)