Chapter 312

Must an idol be beautiful? Can't they be funny? They can, but the successor of the Super Beidou Divine Fist must be very powerful at punching. They can also be funny, but they must, must be the best in the world.

The best in the world!

The strongest in the world!

There can only be one successor to the Super Beidou Divine Fist in a generation. This is the underlying logic of the Super Beidou world.

As the strongest assassination fist technique passed down from one person to another for two thousand years, the successor of each generation has experienced countless tempering and tests before finally obtaining the title of orthodox successor, and will represent the Super Beidou in the future, accepting challenges from all over the world. The remaining losers must have their memories taken away or their fist techniques sealed for life.

It is both glory and responsibility, and it represents the sad fate of brothers and fellow disciples killing each other, bringing endless bloodshed to the earth. It represents fighting for the will of heaven and is driven by the will of heaven toward death.

Eight or nine out of ten do not have a good end.

"Super Beidou"...

"It's simply a curse!"

Ryuken, nearly seventy years old, lay on a chair, drinking tea and enjoying the hard-won peace, but his eyes seemed to recall many lights and shadows.

And so far, it was not that no successor of a certain generation wanted to break this sad cycle.

But they all failed.

In the end, the men who inherited the Super Beidou and were able to resist this curse all possessed special bloodlines. Otherwise, they would absolutely not be able to bear this heavy weight and would go on the evil path or die before inheriting it.

Ryuken naturally knew that the title of Super Beidou could only be inherited by the successor of the clan's bloodline as the only right path. Then why did he choose to make that decision that went against the 62nd generation ancestors that day?

"Jia Ji... teaching you the Super Beidou Divine Fist was my selfishness. Even if there is only a little possibility, I hope you can cut off the tragedy of the Super Beidou bloodline..."

Ryuken said with emotion. Jia Ji did better than he imagined. Today, he has this "ability," "capacity," and even "destiny" can't do anything to him.

"In other words, Jia Ji... you passed!"

Ryuken tried his best to announce to everyone in a flat tone, but his vigorous and powerful five fingers were distinct, showing that his heart was not calm.

Fate is really teasing people. That "plain" third of the Super Beidou finally became more powerful than anyone else.

He definitely has the qualifications to inherit the Super Beidou Divine Fist, but... besides him, will there be anyone else with such qualifications?

Yes, there are three other brothers like this.

"You just said that, right..."

The first to interrupt with dissatisfaction was Toki. He frowned slightly, exuded substantial pressure, and said in an extremely terrifying tone.

"I can't pretend I didn't hear this!"

"I admit that Brother Jia Ji, you are very strong, very strong, but it is absolutely impossible for me to give up the title of successor!"

Ken Shi Lang also expressed his stance firmly. To him, Super Beidou is a title, but it is not just a title; it is also proof of the past and proof of life.

"You! Still far from it!"

The heavy pressure and momentum that made it impossible to breathe shrouded this area like Mount Tai. Raoh focused his gaze on his younger brother who always brought him unexpected surprises.

The three of them had paid their whole lives for this, so how could they let this Jia Ji, who was fooling around outside every day, take this title away so easily.

"Huh? Aren't you three preparing to go to work? Now you want both? Do you want to eat my Wang Ba Fist, followed by Wang Ba Fist, followed by Wang Ba Fist, followed by a laser cannon?"

Jia Ji naturally couldn't retreat in front of these three guys. He stood up angrily, his eyes wider than walnuts. This is what a man must protect in his life!

If it spreads out in the future that he, the dignified Da Mengshen, turned out to be a guy who didn't even get the title of the orthodox successor of the Super Beidou Divine Fist, then does he still want to mix in the heavens?

I, Jia Ji, in this life, want to avoid their edge?

Are you kidding!

Brotherhood is brotherhood, the title of successor is another matter. One yard is one yard. The four brothers who were fighting side by side and solving the world-destroying crisis just now collided fiercely with ferocious faces. The power of destiny that had already begun to fade gathered again, and even the stars in the sky boiled.

These four guys bumped their heads and made a huge noise, not giving an inch, gritting their teeth, glaring, that terrifying spirit and willpower turned into swords and were slashing at each other. The four people's eight arms were entangled together, the air made bursts of unbearable explosions, the ground under their feet shook constantly, and the whole street was turned upside down.

Everyone used the Great God Technique. Any arm was bigger than a normal person's whole body, and a raised palm seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun. The Nanto Six Holy Men, who were still watching with great interest, all changed their expressions and retreated one after another.

If they were accidentally involved, the consequences would be no joke.

In the center of the chaotic field where it was difficult to distinguish who was who, their angry roars, shouts, calls, and scolds kept coming out.

"I am the successor!"

"I am the successor!"

"You brat!"

"If you're not convinced, try it!"

"I am the orthodox successor, none of you are!"

A hurricane began to blow, and four terrifying momentum, aura, and energy were entangled together. At this time, no one in the world could separate them.

The air around them seemed to shrink and expand slightly, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling. Lanyuan Yanzhu, who had been watching, tensed her whole body, jumping several feet away like a frightened wild beast, her two long twin tails even floating into the air in fright.

If the four of them fought too hard, it might be just a little better than the nuclear explosion destroying the world.

"Sister Zi, what should I do! Stop them... mm mm."

Lanyuan Yanzhu asked for help from Ba Yun Zi beside her in a panic, but in the next second, a senbei was unexpectedly stuffed into her mouth by the boundary yokai, blocking the words she was about to say.

"Ara ara, it seems there is a good show to watch. Lanyuan Yanzhu must not disturb these men in deciding the winner..."

Ba Yun Zi stopped eating and instead took out a fan from the gap, covering the lower half of her face, just like a fox ready to watch a good show. The voice echoing in the air contained obvious pleasure.

She still clearly remembered that when Jia Ji defeated Feng Jian Youxiang that day, he said something like "I am the Super Beidou Divine Fist successor Jia Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji...". But now it seems that his brothers don't seem to be very convinced of him.

But this is also reasonable.

Speaking of which, Jia Ji has been traveling in other worlds for these years, assassinating the empire's ministers, escaping from the shadow of Haruhi, subduing the Eight Zodiacs, defeating the Crimson World Demon King, beating Toguro, punching yokai gods, and knocking down war maiden witches... His resume is rich and rare, and the impact he brought to various worlds is not small.

It can probably be summarized simply as "hand-slaying, subduing, severely wounding, strongest!" to summarize his wonderful half-life.

But only the group members of Wan Hua Jing know about his glorious past. In the eyes of Ryuken and the other three brothers, although Jia Ji often returns from other worlds in a miserable state, what he specifically did is a mystery.

The most common situation is that he goes out for a trip, and after he comes back, his strength is like opening a hang, turning several times.

From their point of view, although this guy always turns the tide at critical moments, his usual performance can't make them completely convinced that they are not as good as Jia Ji, and that they are the losers in this successor battle.

How could they admit it?

Their self-esteem doesn't allow it!

This is the fist technique they have practiced for a lifetime.

A lifetime!

If they admit defeat like this, they wouldn't be able to get to where they are today.

"Kufu Kufu, it seems that you naive people still don't understand what a terrifying existence is standing in front of you."

Jia Ji grabbed Ken Shi Lang's vest with his right hand and pushed, and the other arm swept out, erupting with a powerful and incomparable force, shaking the three Super Beidou brothers away. In front of the Nanto, Gento, and other martial artists who had gathered to watch, he announced loudly and openly:

"I am the true successor of the Super Beidou Divine Fist, Old Man Jia Ji!!"

"Damn! It seems I have to teach you a lesson!"

"Jia Ji, you tmd!"

"It's not your turn to say such things!"

Raoh, Toki, and Ken Shi Lang, under the eyes of everyone, were preempted by their own brothers. How could they not be angry?

This is naked provocation!

Their gazes rubbed violently, sparking countless sparks. The already hot weather was constantly heating up and pressurizing under the explosive atmosphere of the four of them, and it seemed that it was about to explode.

"Hmm? Going to fight?"

Hearing the terrifying sound coming from afar, Jianzi put down the matcha parfait that was about to melt and the little Xia Na she was holding with one hand. It was as if some combat reconnaissance radar had sounded in her head. Her bright golden eyes suddenly lit up, her gaze firmly locked on the four brothers, and she couldn't help but show the expression of a bloodthirsty Transformer.

"Hmph, it's best if that guy gets beaten until his teeth are all over the floor."

Xia Na turned her head away and snorted coldly with dissatisfaction. She was still holding a grudge against Jia Ji for choosing to return to the Super Beidou alone and choosing not to call them.

"The possibility is not high."

Alastor commented. In his prime, he was one of the three gods of the Crimson World. Although he might not be very strong in smashing pits, his status was extremely high, and he still had the eye for it. He could see that even without the Holy Spirit's blessing, Jia Ji's strength was faintly ranked first among the four.

Although the outcome could not be seen just by looking, there was no doubt that Jia Ji had the greatest chance of winning and the highest winning rate.

Professional commentary is about being brave enough to draw conclusions!

The people around also stopped their respective actions one after another, staring intently at the battle that was about to happen.

Ryuken saw this scene and finally reacted. His other three disciples did not give up the title of Super Beidou Divine Fist, but were more likely lost after saving the world, not knowing what to do next.

But they would absolutely, absolutely not retreat on this issue.

"Hmm..." Ryuken pondered for two seconds and prepared to use the old three tricks of the Super Beidou school, letting sensitive animals serve as a test.

In the original world line, he didn't know where he got an innocent tiger to test Ken Shi Lang and Raoh as successors. As a result, the tiger died on the spot, and the qualification of successor was not convinced by others.

Jia Ji twisted his neck, the crisp clicking sound of bones, a sneer on his face, raised his right hand to stop the rotten work that Ryuken, who might be suffering from senile dementia, was about to do, and said lightly.

"Master Ryuken, I have my own measure..."

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the third of the Super Beidou provoked the other three again with an extremely arrogant attitude—

"Come on, you guys are weak!"

No more pretending. He had always been such an aggressive man. Brotherhood, brotherhood, the current Jia Ji just wanted to beat Toki to the ground, step on Raoh, and shatter the dreams of the naive Ken Shi Lang.

If the Super Beidou Divine Fist doesn't use fists to decide the final successor, what else should it use? Mouth cannon?

And the consequence of doing this is—

Three pairs of eyes looking at Jia Ji burst into bloody, creepy red light at the same time, the veins on their temples jumped, and everyone's faces turned completely black, about to incarnate into Super Beidou Blast Fist launchers.

"Everyone retreat!"

All those whose power levels were insufficient retreated at a very fast speed, but on the way to retreat, they still watched the brothers who were about to break out in a world-shaking battle with incomparable anticipation.

Boom boom——!!

Before everything started, the anomaly happened again.

A harsh roar sounded, and strong cold air surged like a tsunami. Huge ice crystal clusters grew from the ground out of thin air, stretching for hundreds of meters, like a wall of ice, intercepting everyone in front. The crystal-clear ice reflected cold and hard light in the scorching sun.

"Preparing to fight~"

Esdeath's cold voice suddenly sounded in Jia Ji's ear.

"You actually dare to ignore me?"

She meant—since she was present, the first one must be her.

Whether it was mutual sparring or some successor battle of the Super Beidou Divine Fist, as long as it was a battle worth her taking action, it must start with her!

"You four guys, come together."

A fatal and dangerous arc hung on the corner of Esdeath's mouth, and her crystal-blue eyes were full of fighting spirit, "I hope you don't let me down too much..."

Her expression seemed to feel like she was saying, because your hearts are firm and your strength is strong, completely crushing you will make me feel even more satisfied.

Toki and the other three were stunned when they heard this, their momentum stagnated, and they looked at Jia Ji with surprised eyes, as if asking him how he provoked such a crazy woman.

A drop of cold sweat quietly slid down Jia Ji's forehead.

Forgot Little Ai was present...

Not sisters, I know you must have become stronger, but preparing to challenge their four super Super Beidou muscle men alone, isn't that a bit too much, and...

Actually crazier than me?!!

Whose home court is this?

Can't bear it!

"Little Ai... things are different now!"

Jia Ji clenched his fists. Accompanied by this incomparably wild shout, he rushed up instantly. The street of dozens of meters behind him collapsed into slag under his trampling.

"My Super Beidou Divine Fist is invincible!"

(End of chapter)