Chapter 80: The Fist Technique Ahead Is Very Useful

Originally, Jia Ji had specifically asked Nagato Yuki whether the aliens from their world possessed any special martial arts like Cosmic CQC or Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist that could exchange techniques with his own, learning from each other’s strengths.

He received only two brief, blunt words from the girl.

“No.”

“Hehe, since there aren’t any, then it’s fine—little Asakura, watch me handle you!”

Clearly, although Asakura Ryoko was jokingly called the Blade Queen or an assassination expert, it was merely banter.

As observers, they were not truly skilled in combat, because the very concept of “combat” was distant from them.

Conflicts between Information Synthesis Thought Entities required no physical intervention—it was purely an exchange of information. On Earth, where they existed solely to observe Asakura Haruhi, they needed no overwhelming force or planet-destroying weapons; their information manipulation alone sufficed to handle any possible issue.

The idea of fighting humans never existed in the concept of Humanoid Terminals. Thus, in the original timeline, when Asakura Ryoko attempted her first assassination, she failed to take down a mere ordinary human, with Asakura Kyon dodging multiple slashes due to a slip of his foot, until Nagato Yuki arrived.

Excluding the possibility that Asakura Ryoko deliberately “slipped” or was indulging in cruel cat-and-mouse games, it was clear she possessed no technique whatsoever beyond raw brute force.

“Personnel on the front line must dare to make professional judgments.”

The Asakura Ryoko from North High is not my opponent!

And now?

Asakura Ryoko, having activated something strange, boosted her computational power, enabling her to observe the development of all surrounding phenomena, pre-calculate countless possibilities, and simultaneously seek the optimal way to break the deadlock.

With a wave of her hand, all remaining materials in the space converged in an instant, simulated their final impact point in her mind—everything occurred in a single moment.

Then, a terrifying kinetic aggregate struck Jia Ji’s abdomen along the perfect trajectory.

Thud!

The massive cylindrical composite slammed into him with a dull thump; even with his physical conditioning, weren’t all his internal organs now pulverized into a pulp?

No!

Due to his cultivation of the Northern Dipper Divine Fist, his bodily capabilities had been greatly enhanced—it was perfectly normal for him to possess over ten times the blood volume of an ordinary hairless ape. Jia Ji’s vitality was as absurdly resilient as a comedic character from a slice-of-life anime; spitting out two mouthfuls of blood after being hit by tons or even dozens of tons of force was entirely ordinary.

“You activated something and still use such a crude technique?”

Jia Ji winced for two seconds after being struck, but inwardly sighed in relief—Asakura Ryoko’s attacks were either stabs or blunt impacts, as if wielding Magneto’s powers to do the work of a mere ironmonger.

If she had generated a chainsword or a high-frequency blade, he would never dare to block it outright; even worse, if she had evacuated all surrounding air or turned it all into carbon dioxide, everyone would be dead for sure.

But since Asakura Ryoko, an alien, insisted on such a blunt, straightforward style, she had no one to blame but herself.

“I oppose all sci-fi works where cannons fire at each other—but not now!”

Jia Ji punched the massive column before him, shattering it midsection with overwhelming force, then gripped the remaining half with both hands, muscles bulging, stomping the ground hard—informational power from another world breached its informational seal, vibrations leaking from the illusory space into reality, causing the entire corridor to tremble!

End of the Century, Assault!

Beyond prediction, a vast, dark shadow surged forward with tremendous momentum as Jia Ji swung the column straight at Asakura Ryoko’s head.

Of course, her defensive field was terrifyingly strong—nearly flawless. Pure physical attacks, unless capable of destroying the entire space, were like scratching an itch; the column shattered upon contact with the illusory barrier, shattered by immense force and recoil.

A soft, yielding force then repelled all remaining debris.

“It seems I must use fist techniques here after all.”

Discarding the pitifully short scrap, Jia Ji shifted his stance, drew a deep breath, his eyes flashing with brilliance, his body suddenly growing taller, stepping back, fingers curled and pressed together into the shape of a vicious wolf’s fangs.

——“Southern Dipper Evil Wolf Strike”!!!

This was a Southern Dipper fist technique he had copied and pasted from Water Shadow Xin; arguably the most outstanding Southern Dipper move besides the Phoenix Fist, now amplified by Northern Dipper Dragon Battle Qi, its power surpassed its original by several times.

Its specialty was a piercing technique capable of penetrating any seemingly impregnable defense, even ripping out an opponent’s heart before pain reached the nerves.

It was also the technique most suited to Jia Ji—the one he wielded most effortlessly.

Arms extended forward, head lowered, he charged at over three hundred kilometers per hour, unleashing every ounce of strength into this strike!

With blazing battle qi flames, the alien power disrupted the entire space—information chaos, data runaway—Asakura Ryoko lost every possible "countermeasure," unable even to teleport, left with only her innate functions to rely on.

“Break!”

One second later, their forms passed each other.

Jia Ji smoothly retracted his technique; Asakura Ryoko collapsed.

Accompanied by the shattering of her protective barrier into countless fragments, a few strands of blood trickled from the girl’s lips—struck directly by the Southern Dipper’s ultimate technique, she suffered injuries severe enough to kill an ordinary person instantly.

A terrifying hole had been torn through her chest, revealing her internal structure was not much different from a human’s—still flesh and blood.

But…

“Are you kidding me? She can still do ‘cellular regeneration’?!”

In barely a breath, the bleeding Asakura Ryoko on the ground began to heal—her horrific wounds vanished almost instantly, as if time reversed, even her blood-stained sailor uniform restored completely, showing no trace of damage.

Facing Asakura Ryoko, fully revived in the blink of an eye, Jia Ji’s choice was…

Suddenly spinning upward, twisting his left arm to drive his entire body, he delivered a sweeping side kick to her waist—beyond the normal rotational limits of humerus and shoulder bones—“Northern Dipper Steel Reinforcement Severing Kick”!!

Fiercely brutal.

Whether organic or inorganic, this technique would remove over ninety percent of any tissue it struck—it was originally developed to spare opponents, but unleashed at full power, it became terrifying.

It was one of the rare “non-lethal” techniques within the Northern Dipper Divine Fist, meaning…

"Waist slash!"

After seeing his classmate sliced cleanly in half, Kyon closed his eyes in Buddha-like compassion.

“Loser eats dust!”

The girl’s lower half flew ten meters away, and just before hitting an invisible air wall, instantly regenerated.

No, that’s not right!

How am I supposed to keep fighting this?!

Jia Ji, enraged and humiliated, directly summoned the chat group.

【Big Moe God: Tough nut, come lend a hand @Nagato Great Ming God】

【Nagato Great Ming God: Hmm】

(End of Chapter)