[{"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-306":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},2349871,4593,"Chapter 306: O Soul Bound by Gravity!","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-306",306,"\u003Cp>“...Rei, I may never forget this moment...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sclera was instantly flooded with thick red veins, appearing terrifying—but Yu Da, the inheritor of Red Crane Fist, the one known as “the beautiful and wise star—the Demon Star”—for the first time felt his heart had been entirely stolen away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the auto-raised seat in “Tifuri City,” he tightly hugged his knees, and after speaking those words to the handsome man beside him of similar age, he fell silent, burying his head into the strong, graceful crook of his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Da, who boasted, “I am the most beautiful... the strongest man on Earth, created by the gods!” was precisely such a stubborn, arrogant, narcissistic obsessive, utterly convinced and intoxicated by his own beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never had a single “human” friend; even those martial artists stronger than him were not considered “beautiful” in his eyes, and everyone else received his equal mockery and sarcasm—perhaps over all these years, only Lei Yi had ever merited even a fleeting glance from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he witnessed countless astonishing things—brilliant, dazzling light so intense it felt as if it would burn him to ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The martial artists gathered included those who stood alongside him as the Six Saints: his familiar Water Bird Fist disciple Lei Yi, White Heron Fist’s Xiu Wu, Lone Eagle Fist’s inheritor Xian, Phoenix Fist’s Saosha, and the Five Southern Dipper Stars: Mountain’s Budong, Sea’s Libai, Flame’s Xiuling, Sea’s Zuo Yi, My Style’s Chong Zuo, and Red Kestrel Fist’s Zhan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides these Southern Dipper men, there were others he did not know: Long Ya of Tai Shan Heavenly Wolf Fist, Li Ma of Po Jun Star, Bao of Bei Dou Liu Fist, Han, Jiao, and Fa Lu Ge of Yuan Dou Emperor Fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each martial artist’s posture as they struck their fists soared toward heaven—beautiful, radiant, powerful—utterly unlike the crude, ugly forms he had once believed, yet even so, this proud and stubborn Demon Star would not easily yield; in his own unique aesthetics, he still could not accept that he had lost in “beauty” to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he saw the four brothers who entrusted their lives to the word “fist”—their indomitable will driving every inch of their bodies, their entire spirit concentrated as one, their unyielding roar of defiance aimed at the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if their very existence meant despair would never come, the end would never arrive, and heaven’s will had manifested at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heroes of this age, the Northern Dipper among men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saviors of the world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That defiant aura was utterly intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely enduring their casual glances, Yu Da felt as if a fist had struck his chest—his chest tightened, his breath grew short, his whole body trembled, as if he had glimpsed eternity in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely imagining that such beings existed in this world made him jealous to the point of madness, yet in the end, he could do nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man named Yu Da finally realized one thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I... am not such a special being after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One in a hundred? One in a thousand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a genius born once in ten thousand, one in a hundred thousand, one in a million—what did he amount to before these four inheritors of Northern Dipper Fist? Before these four, he, Yu Da, was merely a self-satisfied clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not feel despair, pain... and shame?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can understand your thoughts...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome man with long blue hair to Yu Da’s right said nothing, but another man beside him spoke after a brief pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But! Lift your head! Open your eyes and look! Imprint everything that follows deep into your vision!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiu Wu removed the black cloth tied over his eyes—he was not blind; no one knew why he had done this, only he himself knew—after today, he no longer feared his eyes being burned out, but could truly see the bright future ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the defeated and broken Red Crane Fist Yu Da, Xiu Wu, the eldest of the Six Saints of this generation, raised his finger toward the four brothers before them, glowing kirakira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reflect on why you lost so disgracefully, then forge a calm, resolute heart through discipline and growth—doubt yourself, then pour everything into approaching them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true beauty he had always sought—was right there!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. Boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden-haired man with the slicked-back hair seated before them snorted coldly without turning his head—but had anyone observed from the front, they would have seen the fierce resentment in Saosha’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, the strongest inheritor of Phoenix Fist, had accomplished nothing at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could his pride endure such weakness and helplessness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, countless people in the crowd felt a surge of intense emotion—something called “fighting spirit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly a thousand martial artists from the Southern Dipper, Northern Dipper, Yuan Dou, the Shura Nation, and other fist lineages had gathered in this floating city—as spectators, as friends, as witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zileng—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful electric guitar riff blared, a fierce melody composed by someone in some future age—and at this very moment, four silhouettes appeared at the main gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though unclear of the origin of this melody, a strange sensation suddenly arose—Yu Da’s skin prickled with goosebumps. What were these four men about to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This love, this anger, this sorrow ooooooh.mp3!!” he shouted wildly on stage—naked-chested Jia Ji now wore a punk-studded leather jacket, ripped jeans, massive spiked shoulder armor, and a fearsome helmet that completely obscured his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ken Shi Lang’s muscular chest strained against a tight red vest, Duo Qi wore his usual white martial arts uniform, and Lao Zi donned a form-fitting armor—each had their own distinct style, each holding a “weapon” from the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this was the end of the century, it was not a wasteland; their unique attire, their style, their actions, drew every eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are we even going to play?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duo Qi couldn’t help asking—he still didn’t know what he was supposed to do, not even having rehearsed once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A band performance requires rehearsal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How else could you make a good band?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even on his first stage, his sense of duty forbade him from failing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji took a deep breath, his heart pounding violently, like a rapid drumbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit this was absolutely reckless—the original function of “Tifuri City” was to use human resonance harmonics to create songs capable of destroying or healing the world, but that required Carol’s expert control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to use “Tifuri City” to amplify their voices and unify all humanity—absolutely, absolutely insane and irrational; any human with normal logic would deem it impossible, sheer nonsense—but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get ready, Toki—we’re going to sing everyone a lullaby!” Jia Ji smiled at his second brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a lullaby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lullaby for humanity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lullaby for the end of the century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“The Eternal Cradle”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1142,"2026-06-21T02:38:14.072Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a9867ceb0003952b84cc565f3120039053b278918f837f0eabccc213b6e484d1","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-307","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-305",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]