Chapter 273: Copy Fist Master, Jia Ji

Centered on the large and small fists, a furious shockwave erupted wildly, astonishingly fierce.

Collisions echoed thickly through the park like thunderclaps splitting the clear sky.

Air trembled, continuous explosions!

Where the shockwave radiated, the ground began to tremble faintly, as if preparing for a minor earthquake, dust flying everywhere.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!!"

Unable to withstand the crushing pressure of the clash, the girl's intact armor shattered piece by piece; sharp fragments sliced her delicate skin, leaving streaks of blood.

"Aaaahhhhh—!!"

Her crimson eyes overflowed with bloody tears; the black boot claws rooted to the ground slipped backward uncontrollably, dragging two horrifying scars across the earth. Even the heavy battle boots ground down bit by bit until her bare feet bled.

On her pale arms, tearing sounds erupted under unbearable strain—the arms bent from straight to crooked, then bones shattered, turning the entire limb into a ragged cloth as blood sprayed out.

"Calm down, you idiot!"

His arms, forged like adamant, swelled with tendons; his strength, previously matched, surged another several tenths, utterly crushing the girl's resistance.

Under these conditions, the wind pressure exploding between their locked fists swept over the girl in one overwhelming direction, whipping her bangs violently.

Seeing the foolish Hanahara Hibiki still intent on overloading her power and damaging herself, Jia Ji had to use technique—he shifted his foot, lightly rotated his upper arm, and the force from her fist vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea, neutralized in a single grasp and shake.

His hand curled like a spear shaft, wrapping and twisting, flinging her fist aside.

"Swoosh!"

His other hand shot forward like a white heron probing with its beak, aimed straight at her skull—so swift the girl couldn't react before being struck.

But at the instant his fingers touched her forehead, the attack halted completely; his hook transformed into a single index finger, gently tapping her crown, channeling force into her crown point.

The girl's body suddenly shuddered, her spine jerking once, then she collapsed limply to the ground.

The battle maiden's armor, transformed from her form, was almost entirely reduced to shards during this clash—but whether these "Strike-Shard" fragments could still fuse with a person was no longer a concern.

When all commotion faded, only the girl cradled in Jia Ji's arms remained, surrounded by a single rock slab, several zhang wide and several chi deep.

He'd expected a flashy knightly entrance with "Watch this, my transformation!" and just needed to strike an OMO expression—but instead, he accidentally triggered her berserk dark state.

"This one's on me."

He fed the girl another dose of Eternal Pavilion Healing Elixir, then crouched beside her, doubting whether his teaching methods were too shockingly brilliant.

Did she succeed? Yes.

Did she learn? She went berserk.

Undoubtedly,

the singing of this world carries power!

The moment Hanahara Hibiki transformed successfully, Jia Ji sensed her power surging at an astonishing rate.

From Paper, to Paper, to Strong, to Fierce, to Fierce Lower, to Fierce Middle—until it reached Fierce Upper, the violent power finally ceased rising.

Merely singing from her heart, the girl gained a terrifying strength unmatched by ordinary humans, capable of shattering mountains and shaking the earth.

But he had been far too presumptuous.

Such brutal methods inevitably carry side effects.

He'd only wanted her to transform as quickly as possible, but the stimulation he gave her resulted in

—darkening.

In a worldview dominated by idealism, this technique is essential for emotional breakthroughs; once triggered, it can at least triple one's power.

As a fusion battle maiden, Hanahara Hibiki naturally possessed this ability—she could become immensely powerful in extreme rage.

Normal-transformed battle maidens, depending on their fusion coefficient, typically reach only Fierce Lower to Fierce Middle levels; Tianyu Zou and Fengming Yi both fall within this tier.

But the power Hanahara Hibiki unleashed in her darkened state far surpassed theirs.

Had he not learned a few things from Jianzi, he might not have controlled the dark-enhanced Fist King Hibiki so easily.

Correct—he could strike with the force of hammers and axes, shattering rocks and shaking mountains, yet also move with the delicacy of mosquitoes and flies skimming water… this was the true essence of the Eight Extremes Fist he had just learned.

Originally, he'd never cared about such things—he followed the brute-force, building-flying, mountain-flying Qi stream, which didn't align well with the neighboring internal arts system of Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin.

In the world of Beidou, masters of Eight Extremes and Xingyi had long been defeated in clashes with Beidou's predecessors, as recorded in "The Cangtian Fist."

So previously, he had no intention of learning them.

But this time, considering he might gift Hanahara Hibiki a full martial arts package, he'd speed-watched hundreds of martial arts tutorial videos from Jianzi, focusing especially on flashy names like Eight Extremes, Taiji, Xingyi, Six Harmonies Great Sage Splitting-Hanging.

After all, the classic line "Literature: Taiji brings peace to the world; Martial: Eight Extremes secures the cosmos" sounded infinitely more prestigious than other fist styles.

In addition, he'd read books like "Dragon ○ Chronicles" and "One Way ○" for reference.

If he'd only been a beginner, learning so many fist styles would have been impossible—but with his current combat power, capable of obliterating all low-level martial worlds like Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Huang Yi, combined with the "Copy Dao: Water Shadow Heart," he could master any technique instantly upon seeing it.

Copy Fist Master, Jia Ji!

Present!

Though he wasn't skilled at controlling force, his precision rivaled Gold Experience, so such maneuvers were trivial with a little practice.

Looking at the girl's battered, pitiful, agonized face as she began to recover, Jia Ji covered his face in headache, unsure how to face her when she awoke.

After spending too long with the demons and monsters in his group who'd been influenced by him, he'd forgotten that just days ago, Hanahara Hibiki was merely a middle school girl who'd never fought a battle.

She wasn't a demon, wasn't a cursed child, couldn't see evil spirits—she was, utterly and completely, an ordinary person.

Though her future was promising, how could she withstand even one of Jia Ji's punches? Even if he knew he was only scaring her, how could little Hibiki know that?

Even if Eternal Pavilion Healing Elixir could heal every wound without leaving a scar, the psychological trauma from this would be hard to cure.

【Big Moe God: 【Image. pg】 I apologize—I'll never teach anyone again (p′︵‵。)】

【Lanyuan Yanzhu: Sister Hibiki... it's so tragic】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: You… your negative influence on teenagers is incalculable】

(End of Chapter)