Chapter 63: Nandou Sacred Fist, let me see where your limits lie!

“Isn’t this ‘Fist Art: Fukeyou’?”

Of course not!

While munching on the DLR fried chicken he’d just bought from the highway exit’s Little Yellow Hair, Jia Ji flipped through his extra memories, a look of understanding crossing his face.

——“Nandou Sacred Fist”

Of course, the Nandou dojo teaches the Nandou Sacred Fist.

It’s a fist art called “Nandou Explosive Killing Fist.”

“So it’s really this one.”

He knew he would learn this Nandou fist art—it was inextricably linked to him, like “Prometheus,” destined to come into his hands, yet he never expected it to be transmitted by a Bodhisattva.

He felt as if it weren’t him seeking the fist art, but the fist art actively seeking him.

Good. Jia Ji had a gut feeling his compatibility with this fist art was at least 400%—training it would bring explosive progress. He immediately decided to bring his astonishing talent to Nandou.

As for Beidou Divine Fist? For now, wish them all the best.

Nandou Explosive Killing Fist—I, Jia Ji, am here!

Let me see where your limits lie!

Yet after careful consideration, Jia Ji’s eyes quickly lost their luster.

Nandou Explosive Killing Fist consists of only two techniques:

First technique, Secret Art: Flame of the Prairie: Requires a gasoline bomb and a rocket launcher to use.

Second technique, Ultimate Secret Art: Flame of the Core: Requires a nuclear warhead to use.

The upper limit is indeed high—in some ways even stronger than Beidou Divine Fist—but…

“What kind of joke fist art is this? Where am I supposed to get a nuclear bomb to train with? This is ridiculous.”

A world where throwing a nuclear warhead counts as a fist art is outright insane.

He’d just mocked the “Nandou Human Cannon” sect—how had he ended up in the same boat? Jia Ji immediately decided to seal this abstract fist art and never let anyone know about it.

Which Bodhisattva was joking around, tossing out this fist art? Nandou Gatling Bodhisattva?

You know I’ve always been a loyal trainee of Beidou Divine Fist—I’ve never even touched any Xidou or Yuandou. This Nandou Explosive Killing Fist was just forcibly shoved on me.

Wait… nuclear? Nuclear bomb?

Wow, this might actually be useful later.

There’s a saying: Nandou and Beidou are inherently two sides of the same coin… meaning I’ve never actually touched Nandou Explosive Killing Fist—all along, it’s just been Beidou Nuclear Killing Fist hehehehe.

Still, his goal had been achieved.

Though he’d already clashed with “Sister-in-Law” (a homophone for Saosha) so early, a world emerged where not a single person died!

Amid the fierce clash just now, not a single person had died.

In a Beidou-Nandou confrontation where instant-kill techniques were commonplace, this was rare. Even if Tuqi’s kindness accounted for nine-tenths of the credit, wasn’t there still a tenth that belonged to Jia Ji?

“What do you call divine assistance? This is divine assistance!”

Long Quan’s elder brother—Jia Ji’s uncle, the 62nd-generation heir of Beidou Divine Fist, the “King of Hell” who once ruled the old Shanghai streets—Xia Quanzhi Lang—had also experienced divine intervention.

Yes, he was the unlucky one who, while fighting the Beidou Liu Fist heir, was personally stopped by the Beidou Goddess.

The invincible martial artist unleashed his invincible fist art, ready to duel his peerless rival to the death, to determine supremacy…

Invincible on earth—but an enemy descended from heaven.

Across worlds, the Beidou Goddess held back the King of Hell’s killing blow with one hand, freezing both titanic warriors in place.

According to Long Quan, Beidou Divine Fist is a fist art capable of challenging gods.

But then again, without overwhelming power, why would the ancestors of Beidou have been worshipped?

The waters of the Beidou world run deeper than the eye can see.

This isn’t even a fighting manga anymore?!

The more Jia Ji thought, the more his head throbbed.

And what about Tuqi, Laao, and the others? Seeing his second brother, who single-handedly crushed dozens of “Strong”-ranked opponents, Jia Ji imagined himself on the receiving end—and realized he wouldn’t fare any better. He’d likely be one of the boys getting drilled in the corner.

Their godlike performance didn’t match his memory—had combat power started inflating already?

As everyone knows, in any world with combat elements, one universal law always applies—the Power Inflation Theorem.

The severity of Beidou Divine Fist’s inflation was outright catastrophic: inconsistent lore, mod-like additions, patchwork fixes, contradictions, hidden power boosts—you name it.

Episode one: I’ll poke your secret acupoints with my finger!

Final episode: My End-of-Century Overlord has a punch that can split heaven!

Looking at it this way, Laao’s energy beam was practically a kid’s version—its power was still modest. Otherwise, the entire Nandou dojo and its mountain peak would’ve been obliterated.

He chewed the last bite of fried chicken savagely, swallowing the bones and skin, then pushed his motorcycle to the long-abandoned base nearby and shouted inside: “Anna, my car’s parked downstairs—won’t it get stolen?”

“Ah!” A crisp voice came from the second floor. A girl with a headband leaned out the window, peering cautiously before answering timidly.

The bike was still the same one from before, but the friend who’d shared fries with him back then had left—now only a little sister remained, resembling “Kongshan Anna” in appearance and nearly identical in name.

“Staying here alone isn’t safe… I’ll go beat up all the local thugs—guarantee they won’t dare come near.”

“Huh…” The little sister seemed to want to say something, but Jia Ji had already left.

On his way back, he’d noticed several helmetless youths with green-and-red mohawks speeding around, robbing and zipping past.

The chaos of the end-of-century era had already begun.

With fierce momentum and a tiger’s stride, Jia Ji marched straight toward the mohawks to cause trouble.

If he couldn’t beat Nandou Phoenix Fist, could he not beat end-of-century trash?

Of course, though Jia Ji was a dangerous martial artist skirting the law, this wasn’t a world like Zhan Chi—he still held back, avoiding excessive bloodshed.

——“Beidou Chain Hand Technique!”

Not a training drill—actual combat technique.

“Hand technique” is a term from judo, but the early Beidou masters never cared much about naming.

Using his fists and seized weapons, he repelled the swarm of attackers—yet since it was fundamentally a hand technique, he avoided lethal acupoints, so he couldn’t kill.

With a thud, he swung the baseball bat he’d taken from a mohawk, delivering a home run to the “hairy” forehead, sending the last man flying.

Standing over the dozens of mohawks lying groaning, broken and unable to rise, Jia Ji crushed their torn flags underfoot and sneered down at them.

“Hah! Daring to cause trouble on Jia Ji’s turf? I’ll throw some dust in your eyes!”

Nandou Explosive Killing Fist—Jia Ji’s skill in Beidou No. 1, potentially useful later (last chapter’s misdirection was too strong—no one guessed it right)

Baseball bat paired with Gao Yelian’s BGM: Perseus—ペルセウス—(Perseus) for optimal effect: Perseus crossing beyond the Southern Cross

Anna—only appears in Jia Ji’s personal spin-off “The Flower of Ultimate Evil,” currently just a female side character

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