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Chapter 312 You can only go this far, you cannot go any further.
Does an idol have to be beautiful? Can't someone be funny? Yes, but to be the successor of Fist of the North Star, you have to be incredibly good at boxing. You can be funny, but you absolutely have to be the best in the world.

Number one in the world!

The strongest in the world!
There can only be one successor in each generation of Hokuto Shinken; this is the underlying logic of the Hokuto world.

As the strongest assassination fist technique passed down from one son to another for two thousand years, each generation of inheritors of this fist technique has undergone countless trials and tribulations before finally obtaining the title of the rightful successor. They will then represent the Big Dipper and accept challenges from all over the world. The other losers will have their memories taken away or have the fist technique sealed for life.

It is both an honor and a responsibility, and it also represents the tragic fate of brothers and fellow disciples killing each other, bringing endless bloodshed to the earth. It represents fighting for the will of heaven, and being driven by the will of heaven to move towards death.

Of those who do not die a good death, eight or nine out of ten do not.

"Beidou"...

"It's practically a curse!"

Nearly seventy years old, Long Quan lay in a chair, sipping tea and enjoying the hard-won peace, but his eyes seemed to recall many memories.

And so far, there have been generations of successors who have tried to break this tragic cycle.

But they all failed.

The men who ultimately inherited the Big Dipper and were able to resist this curse all possessed special bloodlines; otherwise, they would never have been able to bear this heavy burden and would have either gone astray or died before inheriting it.

Longquan naturally knew that the name of Beidou could only be inherited by the successor of the main family bloodline, so why did he choose to make that decision that went against the wishes of his 62nd generation ancestor?
"Jiaji... passing on the Hokuto Shinken to you is my own selfish wish. Even if there's only the slightest chance, I hope you can end the tragedy of the Hokuto bloodline..."

Long Quan remarked with some emotion that Jia Ji had done an even better job than he had imagined. Now, with his "ability" and "capacity," even "fate" couldn't do anything to him.

"In other words, Jacques... you've passed!"

Long Quan tried to announce this to the crowd in a calm tone, but his strong, well-defined fingers revealed that he was not at peace inside.

Fate really plays tricks on people; that "ordinary" third brother of the Big Dipper eventually became more powerful than anyone else.

He is absolutely qualified to inherit Fist of the North Star, but... besides him, is there anyone else who is qualified?

Yes, there are three brothers like that.

"You just mentioned that, right..."

The first to interrupt with dissatisfaction was Toki. He frowned slightly, exuding a substantial sense of oppression, and spoke in an extremely terrifying voice.

"I can't pretend I didn't hear that!"

"I admit that you are very strong, very strong, Brother Jagi, but it is absolutely impossible for me to give up the title of heir!"

Kenjiro also made a strong statement, saying that Hokuto is a name to him, but it is not just a name. It is proof of the past and proof of his life.

"You! You're still a long way off!"

A heavy, suffocating pressure and aura enveloped the area like Mount Tai. Rao focused his gaze on his younger brother, who always brought him unexpected surprises.

The three of them had all dedicated their lives to this cause; how could they let Jia Ji, who spent his days fooling around outside, take the title so easily?

"Huh? Weren't you three supposed to be getting jobs? Now you're thinking of having it all? Are you looking for a beating from my giant fists and laser cannons?"

Of course, Jagi wouldn't back down in front of these three guys. He stood up angrily, his eyes wide open, like walnuts. This was the thing a man had to protect in his life!

If word gets out that he, the mighty God of Moe, is actually someone who didn't even get the title of the rightful successor of Hokuto Shinken, then how can he possibly survive in the myriad realms?

In my entire life, I, Jia Ji, will avoid their sharp edge.
What a joke!
Brotherhood is one thing, but the title of heir is another. The four brothers, who were just fighting side by side to resolve the crisis of world destruction, suddenly clashed together with ferocious expressions. The power of destiny, which had been gradually fading, re-condensed, and even the stars in the sky seemed to boil.

The four men slammed their heads together with a loud bang, refusing to budge an inch, gritting their teeth, their eyes wide with rage. Their terrifying aura and willpower transformed into swords clashing against each other. The four men's eight arms were intertwined, and the air emitted bursts of unbearable explosions. The ground beneath their feet trembled incessantly, and the entire block was filled with people and horses falling overboard.

Each of them used their superhuman enlargement abilities, making even a single arm larger than an ordinary person's entire body, and a raised hand that seemed capable of covering the sky and the sun. Those who had been watching the Six Sages of the Southern Dipper with great interest all changed their expressions and retreated in fear.

If you accidentally get caught up in it, the consequences are no joke.

In the chaotic center of the field, where it was impossible to distinguish who was who, angry roars, shouts, yells, and rebukes could be heard continuously.

"I am the heir!"

"I am the rightful heir!"

"You boy!"

"If you're not convinced, then come and try it!"

"I am the rightful heir, none of you are!"

...

The hurricane began to blow, and four terrifying auras, auras, and energies intertwined, making it impossible for anyone in the world to separate them.

The air around them seemed to contract and expand slightly, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling. Yeonju, who had been watching from the sidelines, tensed up and jumped several feet away like a frightened wild beast. Her two long ponytails even floated into the air in fright.

If the four of them get into a fight, it might only be slightly better than a nuclear apocalypse.

"Sister Zi, what should we do! Stop it quickly... Ugh."

Enju frantically turned to Yakumo Yukari for help, but the next second, a senbei was unexpectedly stuffed into her mouth by the Boundary Youkai, silencing her from saying what she was about to say.

"Oh dear, this looks like something good is going to happen. Yeonju mustn't disturb these men as they're deciding their match..."

Yukari Yakumo stopped eating and instead took out a fan from the gap, covering the lower half of her face. Like a fox ready to watch a good show, the sound echoing in the air contained obvious pleasure.

She still clearly remembers what Jagi said after defeating Kazami Yuuka that day: "I am the successor of Hokuto Shinken, Methyl ...

But this is as it should be.

Speaking of Jagi's years of adventures in other worlds, his experiences are truly remarkable: assassinating imperial ministers, escaping the Shadow of Spring, subduing the Eight Zodiacs, defeating the Crimson World Demon King, beating up Toguro's brother, thrashing monsters and gods, and taking down war princesses and priestesses. The sheer number of his accomplishments is astounding, and the impact he has had on various worlds is considerable.

His remarkable life can probably be summarized as "slaying, subduing, severely injuring, and becoming the strongest!"

However, only the members of the Kaleidoscope group knew about his glorious past. As for Longquan and the other three brothers, although Jagi often returned from the other world looking miserable and covered in wounds, what he had actually done remained a mystery.

The most common scenario is that he goes out for a while and returns with his strength multiplied several times over, as if he's been given a cheat code. From their perspective, although this guy always comes back to turn the tide at crucial moments, his usual performance doesn't completely convince them that they are inferior to Jagi and that they are the losers in this succession struggle.

How could I possibly admit it?

Their pride wouldn't allow it!
This is the boxing style they've practiced their whole lives.

lifetime!

If they had given up so easily, they wouldn't have gotten to where they are today.

"Koufu, koufu, it seems you naive people don't understand how terrifying the being standing in front of you is."

Jagi grabbed Kenjiro's right hand by the back of his shirt and pushed him away. His other arm swept out with unparalleled force, scattering all three Hokuto brothers. Before the assembled Nanto, Gento, and other martial artists who had gathered to watch, he declared in a resounding voice:
"The true successor of the Fist of the North Star, the true successor, ジャギおじいさんだ!!"

"Nonsense! Looks like I need to teach you a lesson!"

"Jiaji, you son of a bitch!"

"It's not your place to say such things!"

Rao, Toki, and Kenjiro were all furious to have their brothers beat them to it in front of everyone.
This is blatant provocation!

Their gazes clashed intensely, sparking countless flames. The already scorching weather was further intensified by their fiery atmosphere, threatening to explode at any moment.

"Huh? Is a fight about to break out?"

Hearing the terrifying sound from afar, Miko put down the matcha parfait she had just received, which was about to melt, and Shana, whom she was holding with one hand. As if some kind of combat reconnaissance radar had been activated in her head, her bright golden eyes suddenly lit up, her gaze fixed firmly on the four brothers, and she couldn't help but reveal a bloodthirsty Autobot expression.

"Hmph, it would be best if that guy got beaten to a pulp."

Shana turned her head away and gave a disgruntled snort. She was still resentful that Jagi had chosen to return to Beidou alone without inviting them.

"Unlikely"

Alastor commented that in his prime, he was one of the three Crimson Gods. Although he might not be that strong in creating craters, his status was incredibly high. He had good judgment and could see that Jagi's strength, even without the blessing of the Holy Spirit, was probably the strongest among the four.

Although the outcome cannot be determined solely by observation, Jagi undoubtedly has the greatest chance of winning and the highest winning percentage.

A professional commentator must be bold enough to draw conclusions!
The people around also stopped what they were doing and stared intently at the battle that was about to take place.

Seeing this, Ryuken finally realized that his other three disciples had not given up the name of Hokuto Shinken, but rather had likely fallen into confusion after saving the world and did not know what to do next.

But they will absolutely, absolutely not back down on this issue.

"Hmm..." After pondering for two seconds, Longquan prepared to use the three old methods of the Beidou School, and let a sensitive animal be used as a test.

In the original timeline, he somehow obtained an innocent tiger and used it as a successor experiment for Kenshiro and Raoh. As a result, the tiger died on the spot, and the other people did not believe in the tiger's qualifications as a successor.

Jagi cracked his neck, his bones making a crisp snapping sound. A cold smile appeared on his face as he raised his right hand to stop the mess that Dragon Fist, who was probably on the verge of dementia, was going to pull. He said calmly.

"Master Dragon Fist, I know what I'm doing..."

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, the third brother of the Big Dipper, with an exceptionally arrogant attitude, once again provoked the other three—

"Please, you guys are so weak!"

He's not pretending anymore. He's always been this aggressive man. What brotherhood, what good buddies? Right now, Jagi just wants to knock Toki to the ground, trample Rao under his feet, and shatter the dreams of the naive Kenjiro.

If Fist of the North Star doesn't rely on fists to determine its final successor, what else will it rely on? Talk?
The consequence of doing so is—

The three pairs of eyes that were staring at Jia Ji suddenly flashed with a blood-red light, veins throbbing in their temples, and their faces turned completely black, as if they were about to transform into Beidou explosive punch launchers.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

Those whose strength level was insufficient retreated at an extremely fast speed, but even during their retreat, they still watched their brothers, who were about to engage in an earth-shattering battle, with expectant eyes.

Rumble——! !

Before everything began, mutations were reborn.

A piercing roar resounded, and a strong chill surged in like a tsunami. Huge clusters of ice crystals, stretching for hundreds of meters, appeared out of nowhere from the ground, like an ice wall blocking the way. The crystal-clear ice reflected an extremely cold and hard light under the blazing sun.

"Ready to fight?"

Esdeath's cold voice suddenly rang in Jagi's ear.

"How dare you ignore me?"

What she meant was that since she was there, she had to be the first one there.

Whether it's a friendly sparring match or a battle for the inheritance of Hokuto Shinken, any fight worthy of her involvement must be initiated by her!
"You four, come at me all at once."

A deadly, dangerous smile played on Esdeath's lips, her crystal-blue eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "I hope you won't disappoint me too much..."

Her expression seemed to say, "It is precisely because you are so determined and powerful that I can completely defeat you and reach my climax even more."

The three of them, Toki and Jagi, were taken aback by what they heard. Their momentum faltered, and they looked at Jagi with astonishment, as if asking him how he had provoked such a crazy woman.

A bead of cold sweat silently slid down Jagi's forehead.

I forgot Xiao Ai was there...

We're not sisters, but I know you've definitely gotten stronger, but planning to take on all four of those Super Hokuto Bros. all by yourself... isn't that a bit too much? And...

He's even more arrogant than me?!
Whose home ground is it really?
I can't take it anymore!

"Xiao Ai... things are different now!"

Jagi clenched his fists and, with an incredibly wild shout, charged forward, shattering the dozens of meters of street behind him into pieces under his stomping.

"My Hokuto Shinken is invincible!"

(End of this chapter)