Chapter 342

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!

Like a hammer striking an anvil.

A deafening roar, like thunder, suddenly echoed across the sky.

A terrifying gale swept across the site of the Dark Arena, a wind strong enough to snap trees outright, hurling every demon below C-rank from the stands in shrieks, clearing all dust and debris from the entire arena.

Not just the stands—the entire island sank slightly, trembling as if on the verge of collapse, while massive waves surged outward in all directions from its shores.

When the spectators finally had the capacity to observe the final victor, they found both competitors had vanished from the arena.

…

“Whoa, Auntie Genkai, let me explain—I didn’t even use much force, so of course he’s still alive!”

Jia Ji pointed at Youhu’s blood-splattered, dazed face, his nasal bone caved in, his skull nearly crushed, yet still clutched in his arms thanks to the Everlasting Pavilion’s miracle medicine he’d snatched from Little Yama’s grasp, loudly defending himself.

“He suddenly rushed out and punched me.”

“Who the hell stands in the middle of a fighting ring?”

“I couldn’t stop it. Truly couldn’t stop it.”

“Go tell your Hokuto Shinken about it!”

“We were both fighting hard.”

Genkai’s appearance hadn’t changed much from before; if anything, her breakthrough in cultivation had made her look even more spirited.

But this time, as she stared at the three unconscious boys before her—except for Kurama—she couldn’t help but take a deep breath and close her eyes.

She considered herself well-informed in the human world, familiar with nearly every notable figure, yet like Jia Ji back then, she had no clue who these girls were.

And their unique power systems were utterly unknown to her.

That tall blue-haired woman, in particular, brought her unprecedented pressure—her body instinctively trembled with fear, her spiritual sense prickled as if constantly pierced by needles, and pushing further felt like stepping willingly into a bottomless abyss.

Where the hell did he pull these people from?

If they started causing trouble, the human world would be in danger!

As for Jia Ji, Genkai now couldn’t fathom him at all—this could only mean her own understanding had fallen far behind his current power level.

Humans fear beasts, dread natural disasters, actively flee earthquakes, volcanoes, and tsunamis—but who ever thinks the sun hanging high in the sky might one day kill them?

Only five years had passed, yet his power had surged far beyond mere improvement—it had risen exponentially.

Jia Ji had once trained under Genkai’s class, and though not a true heir of the Spirit Wave Fist, he was at least of the same lineage.

He’d originally planned to hold back slightly—not to stage a dramatic clash, but to feign parity, further stoking Youhu’s determination and potential, then suddenly unleash his Breath Technique to crush him outright, teaching the boy that there are always greater powers beyond.

But he never imagined Youhu would dare use his own techniques against him.

Hundred Crack Fist was one thing—but Spirit Hundred Crack Fist?

He didn’t need to look—he knew it was that childlike old woman Genkai’s doing—but he couldn’t bully an elder as old as Dragon Fist.

Besides, Youhu’s body was tough as nails; taking one punch wouldn’t seriously hurt him—he wouldn’t awaken his bloodline from a single blow.

And Youhu’s “Defense” technique was well-executed—he’d activated it before losing consciousness, dispersing the shockwave, and even after being knocked out, his body’s automatic “Healing” had significantly eased his injuries.

Like Kuwabara and Hiei, they looked battered, but their health bars would refill quickly.

“Could he really be the invincible, invincible, invincible Saint Jia Ji of the human world?!”

Sang Yuan blurted out upon regaining consciousness—he’d heard Genkai mention Jia Ji’s story before and hadn’t taken it seriously, but now he realized she’d understated it.

“Sang Yuan, your tone is weird.”

Mudan chuckled beside him.

Youhu groaned, then finally woke up.

His whole body ached as if riddled with holes; his face twisted strangely as he blinked repeatedly, then patted himself down—only to find he was unharmed.

“I am Jia Ji.”

The burly man in studded leather nodded at the two of them, then seemed to remember something: “By the way, have you two heard of the Hokuto Gyo…?”

The two middle-school delinquents, Youhu and Sang Yuan, shouted in unison, “Gah!”—their mouths gaping wide—and quickly waved them off: “We’ve had enough tasting—take it away!”

“Wait, no—”

Regardless, Jia Ji announced:

“This time, the Wan Hua Jing Team has won decisively!”

But the crowd’s reaction was lukewarm:

“No pressure at all…”

“Where was the excitement?”

“Of course you won—you had the power of a Fire Spirit Warrior!”

Without Hiei’s assistance, the organizers weren’t Zuo Jing, who controlled demon trade, but rather the Spirit World, which funded the event—so Jia Ji could manipulate the rules with full authority.

Yet their strength was undeniable—they had crushed the favorite team, the Kuurame Team, head-on.

The speaker meant nothing; the listener took it deeply.

Jia Ji feigned indifference and glanced over.

Insulted so casually by a group of girls who looked younger than them, Sang Yuan and Youhu clenched their fists, eyes reddening, faces twisted in bitter, Yasaxi-like resentment.

Perfect. That was exactly the effect he wanted.

“Sigh, what can I say? I absolutely love watching powerful, arrogant characters exhaust every last effort yet fail to protect what they care about. Don’t you agree, Fei Ying?”

Oh, Fei Ying was still frozen and offline.

I wonder what expression he’ll wear when he wakes up and realizes the person who casually crushed him was his own twin sister.

It should be delicious.

And as the sole loser of the Wan Hua Jing Team, what expression did Si Gu Jian Zi wear?

“Auntie Genkai, I’m your biggest fan!”

The girl shook Genkai’s hand enthusiastically, beaming—showing not a trace of disappointment.

How to put it? It felt like when she was a child, watching this episode, sticking out her finger—and accidentally blasting the TV with a Spirit Bullet.

Of course, part of her also wanted to try learning the Spirit Wave Fist.

Come on, a fist technique that reverses aging is seriously cool. Stay far away from that Southern Star Jade Fist nonsense.

(End of Chapter)