[{"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-97":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},2349662,4593,"Chapter 97","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>Something’s odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have this strange feeling for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ah, it’s Jia Ji.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awakening dazedly from temporal transit, Xu Xu shook his head and saw a familiar figure strolling over, heading straight to the window and spreading his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I just know he’s about to start causing trouble again.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, where’d he get a mohawk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to form, though this was clearly his first time seeing such a scene, Xu Xu felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, even the feeling that he could predict what would happen next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji executed a superhuman backward leap, spinning three and a half times midair like a deck-cleaning champion, then glided effortlessly from the window into the open-hall doorway—as if he’d rehearsed it over a hundred times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Next, he’s going to make us go to school.] With premonitory certainty, the utterly ordinary high school student Xu Xu felt he might have awakened some powerful precognitive ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Xu, Senior Sister, it’s time for school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh, ugh, ugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With half-closed, sleep-blurred eyes, Xu Xu didn’t overthink it—he followed his body’s instinct and headed to North High, knowing ahead of time who he’d meet along the way, yet feeling only that “this was utterly ordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they left, the hall, once filled with a desk and bookshelves, had somehow become completely empty; the ten-tatami-sized floor, uncarpeted, revealed its tea-colored wood grain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room’s furnishings had instantly been transferred into Jia Ji’s room, crammed together with the glass tank housing Xiao Liangzi; the delicate doll-like Changmen Youxi waved her hand and settled into a corner there, not reading, but gazing at the man in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already read every book on that shelf, including the shonen and fighting manga she didn’t particularly like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New books had been sent for Xiao Liangzi to buy, but she hadn’t returned yet, so Youxi could only stare at Jia Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Youxi waved her hand, countless strange devices suddenly appeared around Jia Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Settle! Keep settling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pinching his nose, he gulped down a sip of alien-specialized nutrient fluid tasting like dried juice—a hot stream spread from his stomach to every limb, reviving his sluggish spirit; his muscles twitched continuously, and without delay, he began cultivating in the hall upgraded to 3.5 times gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started the classic weight-training and pressure-resistance drills, far superior to ancient methods like tying iron blocks; every ounce of physical potential was squeezed out, yielding astonishing results—one session equaling three normal ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When utterly exhausted, he’d lie down in a Muscle Man–style recovery pod; after a few dozen minutes, he’d be a vigorous, energetic man again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this custom-made Groundhog Day, Jia Ji went nowhere—his day was barely over ten hours; no matter where he thought to go or what he thought to do, it wasn’t enough, nor meaningful. Better to focus entirely on leveling up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, physical fatigue recovered quickly, but mental exhaustion kept accumulating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a true cultivation machine; to prevent mental collapse and maintain mental and physical health, roughly every three sunrises—after Xu Xu had gone to school three times—Jia Ji would rest, playing board games with Xiao Liangzi and Youxi to pass the time and relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there a board game set in Warhammer 40K? Too many to play? Then let’s play a tense, thrilling game of Flight Chess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time boxing really wore me out—let’s play this instead: ‘Creation Mountain: The Earth’s Primordial Rift’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one day isn’t enough, you can pick up where you left off in the next cycle; with a humanoid terminal’s memory capacity, the exact state of the previous cycle could be perfectly reproduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these conditions, Jia Ji violently leveled up alone through countless time cycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jia Ji, are you okay? Your eyes look kind of vacant, and your hair isn’t spiky anymore—did you train too hard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On autopilot to go to school, Xu Xu, just before leaving the room, suddenly remembered something and said something he’d never said before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji shuddered violently, as if waking from a dream, and for the first time looked into a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the mirror looked far more disheveled than he remembered; his once-spiky hair had grown into long, unkempt strands like Super Saiyan Three, drooping lifelessly down his back, and his beard had grown in too—had he not been wearing clothes, he’d have thought he was some escaped primitive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, how long have I been training?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is our 2,146th world cycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Liangzi replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each cycle lasted about ten hours and twelve minutes—roughly two and a half years in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the cycle count reached four digits, Jia Ji stopped bothering to remember; he handed the counting task to Xiao Liangzi and devoted himself entirely to leveling up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those who train Beidou Shenquan long-term usually develop sharp eyesight, extreme confidence, and steadily rising IQ, eventually becoming geniuses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Training Beidou Shenquan strengthens the body, triggers various special abilities, strongly promotes social welfare, enhances public security, and protects ordinary people’s lives (big lie).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We Beidou are the super class of fighting manga!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The above was Jia Ji’s grand lecture on Beidou Shenquan to Xu Xu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving other claims aside, sharp eyesight, physical strengthening, and special abilities were all accurate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Jia Ji’s current senses: his night vision lets him see objects in total darkness as clearly as in normal light; with focus, he hears every human conversation within two kilometers and distinguishes their voices; his sense of smell is over three hundred times stronger than a normal human’s, rivaling a bloodhound’s; dynamic vision… omitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even these ordinary senses have been honed into the realm of special abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hard stats are even more absurd: his body is harder than steel in normal state; tensing his muscles can deflect small-caliber bullets; his punching speed reaches one hundred blows in three seconds without exaggeration; his punch power can shatter five-meter-thick rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grip strength, arm strength, and kicking power fluctuate too wildly with emotion to be measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When emotionally charged, his physical capabilities surge dramatically—he estimates he could hold his own against a hundred-thousand-horsepower Atom Boy in a wrestling match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My gaze is a bit vacant… and lately my stats are growing slower… keeping this up won’t bring much progress; I’ll just keep losing my humanity, and it won’t be worth it.” Jia Ji slashed his overgrown hair with a hand blade, then rubbed his chin, using an exquisitely precise qi razor to trim his beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Beidou Shenquan is a technique without limits, it seems Jia Ji has reached a bottleneck, constrained by his own talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a more wuxia-style phrasing: “He has reached the limit of his current talent; all the scenery he’s seen and all his past accumulation have been exhausted—he has nowhere left to advance. Continuing to train in isolation is merely wasting time; rigorous practice no longer helps him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Jia Ji rallied his spirit and invited Youxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. It’s time to end all this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: All stats are from the official Beidou manual’s early period data on Jianciliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1183,"2026-06-21T02:38:13.240Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5afca1f1b4ab5d81d869315f84fa182989e5488f328d873fdc380640187bdae1","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-98","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-96",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]