Chapter 86: You Really Underestimated the Otherworlder, Didn

Due to various factors—environment, diet, lifestyle, and genetic structure—humans on Earth normally rarely exceed two meters in height under natural conditions.

But this rule does not hold in the North Star World, nor for superhuman fist masters; in fact, they might trample it underfoot without even noticing.

As a combat world that superficially resembles wuxia but in truth blends xianxia, fantasy, and sci-fi, tales of giants existed even before nuclear wasteland radiation turned ordinary people into muscular Mohawks and colossal brutes.

For example, Xia Quan Zhi Lang, the sixty-second-generation heir of North Star Fist, once fought a fist master of the Cao family’s North Star Fist—Zhang Leshan.

His adult height far surpassed human imagination, bordering on that of an aberrant lifeform.

To put it crudely, with his natural physique alone, he could have sat directly on the Emperor’s golden toilet and still been more than qualified to apply for warlord commander.

His parents’ statures were within normal range; he never underwent twenty rounds of genetic modification or Jack-style limb-lengthening surgery, and practicing North Star Fist could at most make his frame more muscular, never cause such extreme mutation.

The only possible explanation is that the ancient giant lineage within Zhang Leshan’s bloodline suddenly awakened, granting him a towering stature unmatched by all others.

But that was still a rare case, explainable and rational, right? How could one claim to trample the law underfoot?

Because other superhuman fist masters could directly enlarge their own bodies—suddenly, abruptly, jarringly growing taller and larger during interaction.

This was not mere aura or illusion; it was real transformation, a bizarre, supernatural ability akin to expanding one’s body to match heaven and earth.

Even sci-fi novels would dare not employ such an exaggerated design, yet Fist of the North Star not only dared—it did so boldly and openly.

To emphasize the opponent’s oppressive presence and enhance dramatic impact, artists employed an incredibly brilliant yet abstract style, then forcibly explained: “You should understand—it’s just exaggerated contrast!”

Two people with barely any height difference—suddenly, in the blink of an eye, one grows toweringly large, fists bigger than the opponent’s entire body, surroundings shrinking around them—what is this?

The height data of fist masters is like a Kamen Rider’s stats sheet—completely scribbled in by foot.

Since Fist of the North Star, an unprecedented wave of growth swept across the multiverse; men who loved brutal, close-quarters brawls or Rexue sports all gained varying degrees of mastery over this skill.

As a member of this Rexue fighting world where everyone casually changes size, Jia Ji had, upon arriving in this Qingchunxiaoyuan art style, lost this basic ability—trying to preserve North High’s fragile, hard-won daily life.

But!

Like Gu Quan Yishu, in this special space created by Lianggongchunri ’s subconscious, the laws of reality do not apply!

The long-lost, commonsense-defying “growth” ability had reappeared and revived within him!

Under the terrified gazes of two ordinary high school students, Jia Ji’s height rapidly surpassed ten chi—and kept growing, growing larger.

Each blink, he grew an inch; each breath, he expanded further… until finally, he stabilized at around five meters.

Now, if thrown into a magnetic-field world, he’d instantly claim the title of Super Colossus and King of Terrifying Mutants; if placed in a world with triple walls, he’d be beheaded on the nape.

“Huh—”

With full power, he channeled the Turning Dragon Breathing Method; a surging, devastating tide of blue aura engulfed Jia Ji, making him appear like a colossal luminous humanoid.

His eyes glowed crystal blue; his entire body burned with radiant flame, resembling an invincible, unstoppable humanoid weapon.

On the rooftop of this abandoned building, Jia Ji’s qi erupted without restraint, accompanied by brilliant light and expanding aura that radiated dust outward; the motionless clouds overhead instantly parted far away from him.

The crushing pressure and howling wind nearly blinded the two high school students, making it impossible to look directly.

“How about it? Still think I’m going to die?”

“Don’t you dare underestimate me!”

Unprecedented power filled his body; in this state, even Rao might not be his match—he could summon gales with a wave, shatter buildings with a punch.

But against godlike giants like Shenren, except for warriors from the Land of Light or flying competitors, everyone else is merely “pedicuring”—going from two meters to five meters is just trimming toes and heels, maybe adding a jump to strike the knees—so…

Jia Ji clenched his fists without hesitation, turned his head toward Shenren’s approach, and leapt straight off the rooftop, vanishing before Xu and Gu Quan’s eyes.

“If Gu Quan and the others can do it, then I have no reason not to!”

—Flight.

Just as they prepared to hear the heavy thud of impact, the vanished “Gigantification·Jia Ji” suddenly reappeared, floating midair, swaying slightly as if adjusting to this form.

Then, in midair, he stepped forward as if treading solid ground, walking through air at high speed, leaving a long, lingering trail in his companions’ vision.

He had realized upon entering: within this closed space, everything felt effortless—his aura was unusually active, his level skyrocketed, far surpassing his true strength by dozens of times; even flight was possible. In plain terms: “Fifty-Level Turning Dragon Qi·Anti-Gravity Realm!”

In Jia Ji’s memory, only future warriors who unleashed the ultimate battle deciding the world’s fate—Bawang Rao and Savior Quan Zhi Lang—could fly solely through their own immense aura; those at least “pseudo- Kuang ” level.

Now, armed with a time-limited trial card, Jia Ji would personally crush the innately evil “Shenren” to dust!

…

“Wait, Jia Ji isn’t supposed to be this kind of character—how can he suddenly become this cool?”

“Is this okay?”

Xu saw his friend transform like a Rexue manga protagonist—aura exploding, flying, teleporting—his Baqi , dazzle, and style so intense they could make every chuunibyou boy kneel in worship, wishing to swap places; he couldn’t help asking the psychic.

“It’s not okay.”

“Please, Gu Quan, look again—do I have some hidden potential or superpower you haven’t noticed yet?”

“Nope, there’s nothing. Even if you put your underwear on your head, there’s still nothing.” Gu Quan bluntly crushed him—though even he felt a sudden urge to reincarnate into another world.

“I, Gu Quan Yishu—if I had to name this ugly emotion in one word—”

“It’s ‘jealousy.’”

“People from other worlds are amazing.”

The two remaining men exchanged glances and sighed in unison.

Battle Round: The Fight Begins

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