[{"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-259":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},2349824,4593,"Chapter 259: The Most Splendid Technique Man","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-259",259,"\u003Cp>The Land of Shura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Northern Dipper Grand Saint Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the spacious training ground stood a young man, nineteen centimeters tall, about twenty-one years old, wearing a silver-gray martial arts robe, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his physique bordering on perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was bound with a headband, his eyes like cold stars, his nose straight and proud; his face bore a carefree expression, its sharp, chiseled features radiating masculine vigor while also holding a unique gentleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one else was around—only him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood like a quiet mountain range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the naked eye, from size or mass alone, one might not perceive him as obviously powerful, formidable, or invincible, nor sense any sharp or terrifying aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he alone seemed the sole existence in heaven and earth; anyone who laid eyes on him for the first moment would unconsciously ignore everything around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden ginkgo leaves, carried by a light breeze, fell one by one before him; soon, the stone slabs spanning a meter wide were entirely covered in gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man extended his long fingers, gently plucking a fallen leaf from his black hair, which had draped down to his spine; an invisible life-energy field, imperceptible to mortal eyes, quietly spread around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The layer of leaves beneath his feet suddenly rippled like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he began slowly punching—Northern Dipper’s most basic hand technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fist form was slow, restrained, and fluid as flowing clouds, perfectly merging with the air currents around him; his swinging arms brimmed with power and beauty, the air currents drawn by his fingertips lifting the leaves on the ground, silently fluttering back and forth before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He performed the entire set of forms at a steady pace, without touching or striking; merely through the unmanageable air currents, over ten thousand leaves and dust particles within a radius of several feet gradually encircled him, enveloping his entire body as if draped in a golden glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if embracing the entire mortal world in his arms, his fist movements flowed like water—so gentle they seemed to exert no force at all—yet the falling leaves gathered in ever greater numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, all the ginkgo leaves within a radius of dozens of feet hovered in midair, spiraling and converging into a sphere centered on the young man, rotating endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet within this seemingly airtight sphere of leaves, the young man continued undisturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He practiced the movements repeatedly, reenacting them from every angle countless times; after an unknown length of time, he halted his stance, exhaled slowly, and slightly raised his hand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by a barely audible crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countless falling leaves instantly shattered into microscopic fibers, as if crushed and erased by an invisible force, dissolving into clouds of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then that force gradually dispersed with the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not stop at dozens of feet around the young man—it extended in all directions, front and back, left and right, as if forming an absolute domain; the air trembled, an invisible force swept through the atmosphere, generating a shockwave of air pressure that only diminished gradually beyond hundreds of feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave was not forceful at all, but remarkably gentle; even an ordinary person with no martial training would suffer no harm, feeling only a soft breeze brushing their face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet wherever the force passed, hundreds of thousands, even millions of leaves vanished soundlessly into dust, blending with the ground’s soil and ash, indistinguishable from one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, centered on the young man with his eyes closed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the range of vision, across dozens of mu of vast ground, appeared a peculiar “blank” expanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, no one had noticed it from the start—but such a magnificent, dazzling spectacle could not possibly go unnoticed by the two elders within the nearby Grand Saint Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tuo Qi… it seems your mastery of techniques has already surpassed mine…” The tall old man with long beard and monk’s robes paused, smiling with both pride and bitterness, “No—perhaps even in soft fist, I cannot match you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand years… perhaps even two thousand years ago, his disciple Tuo Qi possessed the strongest talent among countless geniuses, and the most magnificent techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, the even older man Qiu Kai first widened his eyes in shock; in that single instant, he had witnessed something utterly unbelievable, astonishing the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bao and Jiao… they lost without cause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed again, his gaze fixed on the young man—familiar yet strange—filled with complex emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one hand, he rejoiced at the young man’s peerless talent; after inheriting the ancestral fist, the once-childlike Tuo Qi, whom he had sent away from the Land of Shura, had grown to match the level of these elder generations. But on the other hand, Qiu Kai grieved for his own disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s Tuo Qi… Han will find it as impossible as climbing to heaven to surpass him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap between his own disciples and the Dragon Fist disciples had become too vast to ignore—how could Qiu Kai, who had devoted his entire life to cultivating the Northern Dipper Liu Family Fist and believed it invincible, not feel defeated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, now that the Heavenly Bestowal Ritual was complete and all truths revealed, “Northern Dipper Liu Fist” had reclaimed its former name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Qiu Kai knew it was all because of one person—the disciple who had left after inheriting the ancestral fist: the Dragon Fist’s Third, Jia Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of this man—without bloodline, without destiny—the other three Dragon Fist disciples had all undergone terrifying abnormalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without him, Tuo Qi and Jiao might not have definitively surpassed his disciples; yet now, even the underage Ken Shi Lang had already demonstrated dominance over them in sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Dragon Fist, Uncle Qiu Kai…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man named Tuo Qi returned from his reverie, bowed respectfully to his elders, then raised his head without hesitation, his brilliant, vibrant eyes fixed directly on the old men before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m leaving too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used the word “too”—and both men before him showed no surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon Fist nodded silently, then spoke plainly: “Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this was unavoidable—an unyielding obsession and indelible desire for victory within a martial artist’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, every time his third disciple disappeared and reappeared, his strength surged with an astonishing, suffocating leap, bringing endless pressure to his fellow disciples; if this continued, no further contests were needed—the title of Northern Dipper heir already belonged unquestionably to Jia Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Tuo Qi, Jiao and Ken Shi Lang had already departed; one sought the reclusive “Yuan Dou Emperor Fist,” while the other returned to the Southern Dipper, seemingly intending to challenge all Six Holy Fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going? To seek out the other fist styles related to the Northern Dipper?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon Fist referred to the two styles long believed lost: “Northern Dipper Sun Family Fist” and “Northern Dipper Cao Family Fist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes… but not only those.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tuo Qi’s gaze drifted toward the distance, as if piercing invisible space to see the ancient eastern lands, the famed mountains and rivers hiding countless martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t fall too far behind… after all, there’s no younger brother stronger than his older brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days later, the last of the Northern Dipper three brothers left the training ground, to seek his own path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1219,"2026-06-21T02:38:14.072Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2b5a63ab1ecc65d7aeb30e6af27fd278513fad087bbbc4e0070a34f2ff28d1ac","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-260","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-258",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]