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Chapter 297 Even a Divine Fist Cannot Hide Tears

Shana: Let him continue sleeping, nothing's happening right now anyway.

[Forever Seventeen: Wait, something seems off... Didn't that guy say he was going to Hibiki's place to find a way to save the world? Isn't this a very urgent situation?]

[Yin Yang Eyes Sees Child: Um...didn't Jagi say it should still be some time?]

[Shana: Wait, didn't we discuss before that time is accelerating? Maybe if he stays with Hibiki for one day, a year will pass in the Hokuto world?!]

[Nagato Daimyojin: Insufficient information, unable to make a judgment]

[Forever Seventeen: In other words, is it possible...maybe...perhaps...after all these days, his world has already begun to crumble?]

【Ahara Enju: No way Σ(っ°Д°;)っ】

[Shana: This is troublesome. Only he knows the details... Damn it, of all times!]

[Yin Yang Eyes Sees Child: You saved other people's worlds, but couldn't save your own? Don't do that!]

[Sound: Isn't that terrible?! We must wake Master up immediately!]

……

Instantly exposed to the rapidly passing time.

As everyone expected, while Jagi's consciousness was in some unknown place, forced to play tag with some unknown blonde little girl, his world was racing toward the point where "fate" would occur.

And that "fate" is the Wasteland Apocalypse.

The day the Earth stood still.

嗏

The world will not lose all hope just because he is gone. There are still men who are working hard to prevent the end of the world and raising their fists for the world and for all living beings.

For example—

The vermilion gate suddenly swung open.

"Kenjiro, the youngest of the Hokuto clan!"

An angry shout came from inside the hall, seemingly mixed with a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"You're even going to interfere with the Southern Dipper Alignment Competition?!"

Accompanied by a series of chaotic footsteps, dozens of sharp figures emerged from the hall, each exuding a fierce fighting spirit, their eyes fixed on the unhurried young man approaching with razor-sharp gazes.

His every step, whether light or heavy, fast or slow, was perfectly synchronized, a stark contrast to the martial arts masters of Nandou.

The burly young man looked to be in his early eighteens. He had short, neatly trimmed black hair, thick, dark eyebrows, and bright, piercing eyes that seemed to hold the brilliance of stars.

Although his nose wasn't high, it was quite straight, and his mouth had a strong, masculine shape. Combined with his angular face and bronze skin, he gave all the "witnesses" a tough guy vibe.

The Nan Dou Xiang Yan Hui is a grand gathering once every ten years for 108 qualified sects from the many factions of Nan Dou to compete and make friends through martial arts.

Nanto Seiken is a Yang style, which is why it is constantly splitting, but its essence is still the same Nanto Seiken. There is no real winner or loser in the competition.

During this time, the successors of each faction will demonstrate their boxing skills and martial arts, or spar with each other, in order to gain recognition.

And how could the people of the Northern Dipper, who are hidden in the shadows, possibly enter such a grand gathering that only the Southern Dipper can participate in?

Needless to say, he is the youngest of the Beidou brothers.

However, when he traveled the world under the name of the Big Dipper—carrying the incarnation of the Compassionate Mother Star—he traversed nearly half of the Southern Dipper sects in the world.

With overwhelming and terrifying strength, he crushed all his challengers, and even 70% of them chose to... admit defeat the moment they saw him!
"That is... an invincible fist."

The losers all said the same thing.

How ridiculous! This is a disgrace to Nandou!

However, this also made no one dare to underestimate him anymore. All the Nandou boxers present, some backed by the country, some representing their sects, and some protecting a local power, were all powerful figures in their own right. They exchanged a glance, and their eyes conveyed the same meaning—they absolutely could not let the Beidou disciples disrupt this grand event, and they had to suppress this kid's arrogance severely.

It's not impossible.

Since the changes in the world three years ago, every powerful practitioner of martial arts has inexplicably made breakthroughs. Those whose strength had not improved for a long time have also gained inspiration to advance to the next level, and their power and cultivation have continued to rise.

Physical fitness, profound skills, combat power... The Nandou boxers gathered here today are not ordinary, and each of them possesses profound fighting spirit power.

Kenshiro, you've come!

But before they could act, a gentle figure with white bandages around his eyes appeared with genuine joy. Even though he couldn't see anything, Bai Lu Xiuwu accurately gave the young man a big hug.

"Xiuwu, could it be that you...?"

The person who exclaimed in surprise had beautiful red hair and had officially become the successor a month ago.

A gleaming, deadly fist.

A beautiful crane stained red with blood.

His fist style was given the name Flamingo.

Of the 108 schools of the Southern Dipper, a full 23 schools rely on this fist—the Southern Dipper Red Crane Fist—Yuda!

His hair was bright red, his braids were bright red, his upper body was bright red, his belt, his pants... every part of his body was covered in blood. Yoda, whose fashion sense was terrible, couldn't understand why Xiuwu, who was also a successor of the Six Saints, had to weaken the aura of Nandou first.

"Yes, I sent him."

Xiu Wu made no attempt to hide it.

"follow me."

The man of the Big Dipper stretched out his hand to everyone in front of him, as if he wanted to grasp the entire world.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Someone angrily shouted, "This is the most important moment of the competition, Beidou's brat, give me..."

“There is no time... I am not asking you, I am informing you.”

He didn't use any power, nor did his tone change at all. His resolute expression was as if he were stating a fact, but suddenly a layer of starlight burst forth around him.

"If you have any complaints about BeiDou, come at me."

The sun in the sky suddenly lost its color, becoming dull and lackluster, and in its place appeared seven enormous stars, a terrifying and colossal aura crashing down upon him.

"This is…"

Destiny!

That heavy destiny was binding this excessively young man, while the elders of Nandou realized one thing: their fists were far too light; to strike him would only be to humiliate themselves…

"and many more!"

With his tall and slender figure and long, light blue hair, which, though loose and disheveled, still shone brightly, he possessed an elegant air. Judging from his facial features alone, he was indeed a rare and handsome man, and even that could not conceal his charm.

This man, however, without any regard for appearances or hesitation, was the first to turn around and follow Kenshiro as he left.

—Ray of the Nanto Suicho Ken

Even though it was only their first formal meeting, he couldn't resist his curiosity and impulse.

"What exactly is he taking us to do?"

Immediately afterwards, everyone followed suit.

(End of this chapter)