Chapter 329: The Legendary Fighting Vajra

Everyone tends to believe that losing to someone with talent is inevitable, using this excuse to cover their own hearts, for all wish to protect their dignity or self-respect.

But what if those men with the greatest talent lose to others?

Wouldn’t their pride or dignity absolutely refuse to tolerate such a thing?

Without needing to be spoken aloud, when Jia Ji declared he could still unleash the same overwhelming power as before, they understood…

Lost.

Defeated.

Now to vie for the rightful title of Beidou would only bring humiliation upon yourselves.

So…

Ken Shi Lang is cultivating.

He, who already possessed glory, love, status, and everything, abandoned it all and still cultivates.

He dispersed all his battle qi, journeyed to Earth’s most hostile environments, letting frost, hurricanes, and deep-sea pressures tear and forge his body, eating nothing, drinking nothing, even as his invincible physique steadily drained vitality and life force under such harsh conditions.

Duo Qi is cultivating.

As the elders of Dragon Fist said, no one remains ahead of him to guide him—every step now must be taken by himself.

He, who once sought to master healing arts and uncover the mysteries of life, chose to draw strength from ancient sages, absorbing wisdom buried in history; after studying countless ancient texts, he began a new round of cultivation—meditation. Merely sitting cross-legged, a simple act, just like monks who sit motionless for lifetimes, utterly ordinary—yet all could sense him growing stronger, his body, battle qi, and spirit all continuously intensifying.

Lei Chan is cultivating.

Lei Chan’s cultivation was the most incomprehensible of all: this man, who had always believed his fist was the strongest under heaven, after witnessing power greater than his own, fell into a near-mad state, daily blasting all his battle qi into space until utterly exhausted.

His power could almost be felt growing every day, entering a new realm almost daily, and even now, he still pressed forward with fierce determination.

“Wait, why are you all getting this strong? You just can’t beat me—do you really need to push yourselves this hard?”

Watching his brothers go mad, pushing themselves to extremes on this earth with its limits removed, Jia Ji, having merely lounged for a few days, felt a chilling dread—after Tianming’s decline, their power could no longer match his, but if this continued…

At first it was only dread—but after several more days, when Jia Ji brought fried chicken to visit Ken Shi Lang training atop Mount Qomolangma, he felt shock.

“BOOM!!!”

Like an endless machine, he ignored Jia Ji entirely, striking punches on the peak with unwavering focus.

He used no battle qi whatsoever, not even the superhuman force capable of shattering a mountain—only ordinary human physique against the entire mountain’s blizzards.

Yet each strike struck the very lifeline of the howling winds that had raged for millennia, piercing space like a needle’s tip, freezing all things for an instant.

Since he climbed Mount Qomolangma, no avalanche had occurred on the plateau, no cloud had gathered.

This power could no longer be measured by data alone—like Jia Ji’s precise strikes, Lei Chan’s resilience, Duo Qi’s suppleness, the realm, eternity, and the ephemeral… these had dissolved into concepts, touching the very rules.

After watching his two elder brothers’ cultivation with growing unease, Jia Ji’s head throbbed more—each radiated burning battle spirit; if he had to describe it, it was—

One training “Heavenly Martial Killing Way,” one training “Dharma Sutra,” the other training “Whale-Slaying Dominance Fist”—all had brilliant futures ahead.

Though the description wasn’t quite precise, that was essentially the situation.

Then Jia Ji suddenly noticed their bodies were beginning to emit a faint golden glow from within, seeping through their skin.

What the hell is this?!

“Could it be… Indestructible Vajra?!”

Jia Ji recalled the day he got drunk and, out of curiosity, told them the tale of “Dragon and Snake Legend.”

—“Have you heard the legend of Indestructible Vajra?”

“Indestructible Vajra means mastering the Jianggong to control blood and qi, storing and transforming life essence in the Qihai, gathering qi into a golden core, unblocking all visible and hidden meridians, finally connecting to the Niwan Heavenly Palace, opening the Bridge Between Heaven and Earth, unlocking all hidden potentials within the human body… balabala… achieving the realm of a terrestrial true immortal.”

“It is the state of neither increase nor decrease, neither defilement nor purity—the samadhi state, like the Buddha, called Indestructible Vajra, flawless and unbroken. Ah, the pinnacle of martial arts.”

“And my proudest achievement—shattering the void, seeing the divine, unbroken—tears flowed uncontrollably…”

Jia Ji had once tried practicing it himself, but could only ever use hidden force to strike—transforming force, golden core force felt too out of place, so he abandoned this path entirely.

Only this (pointing to Explosive Fist).

Could it be… they actually listened, and with astonishing wisdom and talent, achieved it?

“No!”

Jia Ji suddenly realized.

“Wait—isn’t this just like fighting game characters changing color when you switch costumes? So they’re all switching to Fighting Vajra Mode?!”

It’s getting stronger again.

New switches are turning on.

New patches are being applied to these three.

Is this even reasonable?

Frieza turned into Golden Frieza, right?

Jia Ji lay sprawled atop the thousands of steps, over a kilometer high, unfinished peak of the Holy Emperor’s Cross Tomb, staring blankly—until a golden-haired little girl suddenly popped out of the air before him and bonked him twice on the head.

The cross tomb, covering over five hundred thousand square meters, trembled from top to bottom; the marvel, built to withstand magnitude-seven earthquakes, began collapsing from the summit—dust and bricks roared, echoing across the heavens.

“Guh!”

Crawling from the rubble, wiping blood from his lips, Jia Ji finally snapped awake—his gaze hardened.

Right. Right.

I got it backwards! They’re terrified of losing to me—that’s why they’re training so desperately!

In this world, the greater the fate one bears, the stronger the power one wields—and the most terrifying fate of all is Beidou’s fate. To claim the Beidou title, the four Beidou brothers must push themselves to the absolute limit of all their possibilities.

“A new storm has emerged… are you ready?”

Jia Ji laughed aloud, ignoring Anjelia’s pouting face, and hoisted her onto his broad shoulder.

“Let’s go!”

Hehehe~ More screams to absorb.

(End of Chapter)