Chapter 321: The Physical Magician Jia Ji

“Ken Shi Lang, come here for a moment.”

Jia Ji called out to his fourth younger brother, his arms, thighs, abdomen, and chest bulging with overdeveloped muscles, sharp-lined and radiating masculine power, giving off a formidable impact.

Perhaps some women with peculiar tastes might find such a physique intensely masculine, offering an indescribable sense of safety and strength.

But then… everywhere around here were muscle-bound brothers even bigger than him.

“Help me out—I still have two more sets of flying birds to do.”

A young man with black hair and black eyes, strikingly handsome, walked over; his muscles, though proportionate, were absurdly large.

His bare arms looked like thick tree trunks—even in loose-fitting clothes, the size was exaggerated to the point of absurdity, nothing like that refined-looking muscle god whose physique could be hidden by a tiny sports outfit.

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“Big Brother Jia Ji… don’t you have anything else to do?”

“What are you talking about? Isn’t this exactly what I’m doing—working out?”

Though not a single drop of sweat had formed, Jia Ji still put on an expression of utter exhaustion.

Ken Shi Lang reluctantly took hold of the two metal blocks, each weighing hundreds of tons and the size of a house, then tossed the thing barely deserving the name “dumbbell” aside, causing the entire dojo to tremble slightly.

Looking around, in this hundred-meter-tall dojo, every corner was filled with glistening muscle—vast expanses of hardened flesh exposed to the air, each man standing over two meters tall, clad in minimal clothing.

In every direction the eye could reach, the air was thick with heat and towering muscle-bound brothers, as if stepping into some bizarre philosophical film set.

Today was the first day the Nan Dou Dojo had been converted into the Nan Dou Gym, and Jia Ji had specially brought his three senior brothers here to show their support.

The “Holy Emperor Construction Crew” had built this place in just one night, faster than any heavy machinery could manage—after all, mere steel could never match muscles forged by a thousand hammer blows.

And this crew that had created a legend now set its sights on building a wonder of civilization for their boss—

Have you heard the story of the “Holy Emperor’s Cross Tomb”?

In 1999, to honor the former Phoenix Fist master Oga, whom he had accidentally killed, Sa O Sa resolved to construct an unparalleled mausoleum to pay tribute to his master…

Only now, as Jia Ji saw this, did he finally feel a flicker of having stepped into a new era.

“Now it’s the strawberry-flavored era (definitely).”

Around Jia Ji and Ken Shi Lang stood absurdly massive gym equipment: abandoned Tiger tanks, battleships dragged ashore, metal pillars planted into the earth, and muscle-bound men so strong they defied logic.

“Boom!”

Deafening crashes echoed everywhere; though sheer muscle size alone couldn’t measure true strength, for fiercely competitive martial artists, physical power still mattered.

Yet compared to ordinary gyms, this place was undeniably unique—each tiny giant, covered in dense muscle, either used the Great Expansion Technique or explosive muscle-stimulating arts to display their power; if you didn’t have at least two signature moves, you had no business entering.

Of course, many had injured themselves from overexertion—like that kid named Yuda, who claimed his muscles were perfect, then unhesitatingly signed up for the Nan Dou First-Annual Arm Wrestling Preliminaries, only to face off against Mountain Fudō in his first match.

His cutting-style fist training had forged muscles capable of shattering steel in a single strike, yet before Fudō—who had once withstood a blow from Jia Ji—those muscles were like a mantis trying to stop a cart; crushed under explosive force, his entire arm was flattened into a pancake.

There were many others like him—all injured, lined up in a row waiting for medical treatment.

But since no one had anticipated such overwhelming crowds, the Nan Dou Organizing Committee hadn’t prepared enough staff; currently, Tuo Qi and Amiba were serving as temporary medics, using their newly AI-rated “Master Massage Therapist” skills to treat everyone—and received unanimous praise.

As long as you weren’t crushed to death on the spot or ascended to the Fitness Planet, these two divine healers could bring you back—even if your breathing and heartbeat had stopped, as long as your brain was still alive, they could keep you alive until the ambulance arrived.

“Tuo Qi!”

Amiba shouted excitedly to his stern, nonstop-busy master: “That Nan Dou Fist technique? It can even control cells! So amazing!”

Before him, the Nan Dou Twin Eagle Fist brothers’ muscles swelled like inflating balloons, forming a wall of flesh that rapidly expanded from just over two meters to three meters—and kept growing.

“Stop! They’re going to explode!”

Tuo Qi, amid his chaos, glanced over and cried out in alarm.

…

Jia Ji saw the colossal muscle brother Libas, three zhang tall, with arms wide enough to ride horses and stand people upon, brought in by the Cimuxing , and wiped away nonexistent sweat.

“Good thing Jianzi didn’t find this place—if she had, she’d never have been stopped.”

This level is too high; I’m afraid the girl can’t handle it. The Silver Gym is enough for her. When she breaks through to the Fierce Rank, then I’ll call her here.

As for Esdeste, she returned shortly after Bai Yun Zi left, saying she needed to make proper arrangements before coming again.

So Ken Shi Lang was right—Jia Ji really did have nothing better to do. But after checking his notes, he realized his to-do list was still quite long.

…

Main Quest: {Prevent the End-of-Century Nuclear War (Completed)}

Quest Updated: {Become the 64th Legitimate Heir of Bei Dou Divine Fist (Incomplete)}

Side Quests:

{Establish Fantasia (Incomplete)}

{Save the Zodiac Belt (Incomplete)}

{Demon-Magic Unification War (Incomplete)}

{Create the Realm of Nothingness (Incomplete)}

…

Regarding the main quest, the three brothers, after hearing Jia Ji’s words—“A Substitute is part of fighting—if you’re not into it, don’t play”—all unanimously chose to delay it.

But the side quests could now be advanced.

And then there’s that new person’s world…

Boom!!!

The ground shook; the air shattered like glass, forming a sonic boom effect that jolted Jia Ji from his thoughts.

“Lao, Lao! Come here for a moment!”

Jia Ji thought for a moment, then called his eldest brother away from the heated crowd.

Lao glanced at his third brother in confusion—he had just finished bullying a handsome Water Bird Fist disciple with his unmatched wrist strength and was preparing for his next match when he was interrupted.

A flash of white light he’d seen before suddenly appeared.

Taking advantage of his height, Lao spotted a petite figure behind Jia Ji, his suspicion deepening.

Was that a silver-haired… long-eared girl?

(End of Chapter)