[{"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-336":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},2349901,4593,"Chapter 336: You, Go Kill Urameshi Yūsuke","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-336",336,"\u003Cp>A boy of about fourteen or fifteen, with black, shiny hair neither too long nor too short, neither tall nor short, wearing a green junior high school uniform, looked like just another delinquent on the street—but the light in his eyes made no one dare underestimate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance silenced the jeers of all the demons in the arena for a moment, before the raucous mockery erupted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him followed three teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tallest and most heavily built among them had a rare afro, like a blazing flame, his face scarred yet hands still in his pockets as he strode in with unmistakable presence—he clearly didn’t see himself as a supporting actor, but as another protagonist stepping onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Eye Master, radiating malevolence, responded with utter disdain to the restless, worthless demons—as if their noise were merely a breeze brushing past, utterly unworthy of notice. Yet his proud eyes seemed to be searching urgently for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one had a refined face, smiling gently, with long red hair and the same human school uniform; his emerald eyes gleamed brightly, though deep within lay secrets no one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fly, die!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zang Ma, get out now!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the two demons named Fly and Zang Ma appeared alongside the human boy, the boos reached their peak—every seat in the arena was filled with curses directed at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, humans were a weak race to demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two demons who had joined the human team, no matter their reasons or goals, were already traitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And traitors were more hateful than enemies—let alone this ragtag team, which had fought its way to the finals of the Dark Martial Arts Tournament, where the strongest warriors abounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Dark Martial Arts Tournament”—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandest stage for demons of the human world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human nobles of the underworld, vying for power, each sent their five strongest warriors to compete in the once-every-fifty-years Dark Martial Arts Tournament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underworld was the dark side of humanity, a realm ruled by demons; most of these combatants were naturally powerful, gifted demons who held legendary reputations on the surface, while few human martial artists dared enter—even the audience was nearly all bloodthirsty demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each team could have up to five members; replacements were allowed after losses. Rules were extremely free: weapons and special items were permitted; matches could be best-of-five, elimination-style, all-out defeat, or a free-for-all brawl—victory was declared if the opponent surrendered, collapsed, or was killed outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, few who stepped onto the arena ever left unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this cruel, brutal contest, seen as a battle for demonic honor, victory had not belonged to these proud demons since the last tournament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty years ago, the human martial artists Huan Hai and the Hu Yu Lu brothers claimed the championship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Huan Hai’s disciple had returned to this place, rising unexpectedly, undefeated and unsupported by anyone, smashing through every opponent to reach the finals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This team’s name was—“Urameshi Team”!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one beside you, barely one meter forty-five tall, acting like he’s one meter ninety-five—that’s Fly. The lonely, snow-white beauty is Zang Ma. And the afro-wearing, Rexuegaoxiao -style big brother over there is Kuwabara Kazuma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the VIP seats provided by the organizers, a voice suddenly spoke, offering commentary so familiar it would surely enrage the competitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And that one is Urameshi Yūsuke?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold female voice asked her companion, her tone making it easy to picture her frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” The companion beside her nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past several days, every demon in the arena had gone from “unfamiliar” to “familiar” with that name—from contempt to fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Urameshi Yūsuke…” someone repeated heavily, “the boy who came back from death, the Spirit Detective, the current heir of Spirit Wave Fist, that delinquent—U-RA-ME-SHI YŪ-SU-KE!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He enunciated each syllable slowly, his gaze never leaving the green-clad boy at the front—as if gazing at a precious but flawed raw gem, or something else entirely—but certainly not seeing the current Urameshi Yūsuke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every world has its protagonist—and without doubt, in this arena holding tens of thousands, the undisputed protagonist was Urameshi Yūsuke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hunted down the thief who stole the Three Sacred Treasures of the Spirit World, befriended the demon fox Zang Ma and the demon thief Fly, captured the demon chaos-child, trained under Master Huan Hai’s Spirit Wave Fist, defeated the Four Sacred Beasts who used the Insect Flute to summon demonic worms into the human world, crushed the Six Yōu Team, Dr. Ichigan’s Team, and the Demon Messenger Team—and reached the finals through his own strength, with honor intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how unwilling, no matter how bitter, every demon, ghost, and monster in this crowd knew deep down that Urameshi Yūsuke was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch. One defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every demon who had sought to kill him, every one who had truly angered him, had been crushed by his invincible iron fist—who could still say “Urameshi Yūsuke isn’t that strong”? Who dared claim “Take down the Urameshi Team”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we begin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The delinquent yawned. “I haven’t finished my latest manga. Let’s get this over with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture was arrogant, utterly careless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee and commentator—a cute half-fox, half-cat girl with rabbit ears—nodded at the boy, who seemed to have already claimed the championship trophy in his arms, so overconfident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Urameshi Yūsuke isn’t that strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone really said that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a malicious grin, he turned to those around him and said: “Come on, you go take out the Urameshi Team.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehe… Without Hu Yu Lu, this tournament is boring… for both Yūsuke and the audience. Let’s give him a little dust in his eyes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Urameshi Team’s final opponent is—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl demon referee stretched out her voice, then, amid the crowd’s eager anticipation, named the opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—‘Mankejing Team’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",966,"2026-06-21T02:38:14.072Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c2d114c71ade6030ba2dbbb105888eb479d3e2616e79c4973d40b65293c03b66","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-337","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-335",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]