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Chapter 496 An emperor will not back down!
To be honest, Jagi is quite worried about what the world will be like after he leaves.

No one will stop moving forward because of his departure. Those already powerful boxers will make further breakthroughs, and even in an era of technological explosion, they will be able to disrupt the normal operation of the entire world with their fists.

As is well known, the governance abilities of the four brothers of the North Star are pitifully low. The youngest, Kenshiro, has a governance attribute of zero points, Toki is about the same, and Rao might barely have sixty points.

As for Jagi? Probably around thirty points, he can only muster a bunch of mohawkers.

Everyone allocated their points to fist techniques, and the fist masters of Nanto were no exception. Since they had already thoroughly studied the principles of fist techniques, they naturally had no energy to learn methods of governance. The opposite example was Hai Zhili Bai of the Five Chariots Star, whose fist technique was inferior and who had to act as a strategist.

—Except for the Dragon Wave of the Southern Dipper Ryugu Fist.

In this era where everyone's brains are filled with muscles, he is an extremely rare individual whose strength and intelligence both reach over 85 points. Before the outbreak of nuclear war, he was already a master strategist and commander, capable of leading an army or governing a city. He is an all-round talent (he can even build wind power generation devices in the wasteland).

Among those who contributed most to the alliance of the Southern Dipper Sect, Long Lang was the one who made the greatest contribution.

However, it's one thing that the Big Dipper has few members, but among the tens of thousands of disciples in the Southern Dipper, the Brain School only has Long Lang as its strategist, which is really a bit...

The world remains at peace today, and in fact, the silence of one person is crucial.

"Sheen, which do you think is more painful: killing your master with your own hands or watching your master die?"

"It must be Master who is in more pain..."

"Perhaps, the suffering of the master and the disciple is about the same."

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The Holy Emperor galloped on.

He sat on the back seat of the [Holy Emperor Motorcycle] that everyone recognized... no, on the throne, moving forward, speeding alone across the desert, leaving billowing smoke behind him.

In a world where 99% of people can embrace happiness, there are still some who remain detached, as if there is nowhere on this vast earth for them to belong.

Just like [Star Martyr] Sheen,
The same goes for the man who rejects and is hostile to love—[Holy Emperor] Saosha.

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"Hahahaha! I am a general, a born emperor! I will not obey anyone!"

Where has the once arrogant and boisterous Emperor Gao Xing gone?
Not many people knew the details, but they all knew that Saosha was building a mausoleum, a marvel called the "Crusader of the Holy Emperor," all by himself.

The birth of the Demon Emperor, missiles missing their targets, lightning strikes from the sky, a super typhoon... it's truly a cruel twist of fate. Just as the Tower of Babel was destroyed by divine punishment, the Holy Emperor's Cross Tomb has also been unable to be built under some kind of will.

The construction continued tirelessly, and the Holy Emperor's Cross Mausoleum soared into the clouds, clearly visible even from afar. However, each time it neared completion, just short of the final capping, it would inexplicably be destroyed...

Years passed, and Saosha continued to build his ideal cross tomb on this site, defeating all invaders.

What a twisted obsession.

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Saosha's star is a general's star, a star of dictatorship.

The Southern Dipper and the Northern Dipper are two sides of the same coin.

If the Southern Dipper represents Yang, then the Northern Dipper represents Yin...

Originally, the Big Dipper was an invisible shadow, but the successors of the Big Dipper took to the stage at the end of the century and made a scene, completely deviating from the way the Big Dipper existed. This must have been a bitter pill for Saosha, who called himself the Emperor of the Southern Dipper.

Everyone knows about Hokuto Shinken, but the so-called Nanto Seiken is now just a name, and the title of "Holy Emperor" is now only held by him alone.

He, who claims to be a born emperor, could not possibly submit to anyone. He is definitely not unaware of the Heavenly Emperor, nor could he be unaware that the Southern Dipper, Northern Dipper, and Yuan Dipper are the Heavenly Emperor's guardians.

But even knowing this, he still claimed that his star was the Heavenly Emperor.

In other words, he vowed not to follow anyone. He would only follow his own star general—himself.

There is a reason for this.

That was before the world was thrown into turmoil by nuclear war, or even earlier, before the martial arts masters began their efforts to prevent nuclear war…

Saosha was raised from a young age by a successor of the Nanto Phoenix Fist style named Oga, and learned the Nanto Phoenix Fist style from him.

Although the training was rigorous, Oga poured more of his fatherly love into him, so he admired Oga from the bottom of his heart.

However, when he was fifteen, during the "inheritance ceremony" held to pass on the Nanto Phoenix Fist, Saosha defeated the approaching assassin while blindfolded.

After the blindfold was removed, he realized that the assassin lying in a pool of blood was none other than his most respected master, Oga.

...Blindfolded defeat and surpassing of the master is the rule of the Nanto Phoenix Fist lineage. This style of boxing, which is also passed down from one son to another, is even more rigorous than the Hokuto lineage.

The inheritance ceremony is a poignant tradition in which disciples risk their lives to surpass their masters, which is why the strongest Nandou Phoenix Fist exists.

But Saosha, who killed Oga with his own hands, went mad.

"—Since it's so painful, so sorrowful… then I don't want to love anymore!!"

After that, he abandoned love and acted to seize world domination with the Nanto Phoenix Fist, unifying Nanto and defeating Hokuto. He would continue his tyrannical ways until the end of his life.

He firmly believed that his fists existed to dominate the world; otherwise, such a tragic fate would not have been imposed upon him.

Until he saw the brothers of Hokuto act for love, and the men of Fist of the North Star transform into their strongest forms when they fought for love.

His spirit was consumed; a star fell.

The era of might makes right never arrived. Unbeknownst to many, the phantom phoenix, in the face of a nuclear war at the end of the century, spread its wings to soar through the heavens, resisting the flames of destruction, and then…

—The phoenix can no longer fly.

—Saosa's feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move.

"The world will not need emperors in the future"... This kind of self-evident statement, which is something that doesn't need to be thought about at this point, is the shock to Saosha, and something he has deliberately forgotten.

Fame, glory, and nation are all byproducts, merely intermediate points on the path to the true goal.

So, isn't there only one thing he can do left?

Even though he was determined to give up love, he still lived to build a tombstone to commemorate the death of Oga. The Holy Emperor's Cross Tomb was built not only for his master but also for himself, as the final resting place for him to scatter Osa.

"At least, let me die where I want to die in the end..."

■■■ Xin of Nandou Lone Eagle Fist
And that third brother of Beidou.

"Do you... want to fight?"

Saosha narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly stood up and opened his arms.

His motorcycle stopped in front of the two men. A golden aura rose from the ground, like a pillar of light reaching the sky. Wherever it passed, lightning crackled, air surged, atmospheric ionization exploded, and shockwaves spread out in layers, lasting for a long time.

Behind him flew a divine bird, its body ablaze with flames, its wings magnificent and colorful, trailing five long tail feathers—the Phoenix. It sang a mournful, piercing cry, its fierce flames reaching a hundred feet high. Its pair of blazing eyes were fixed intently on the two men before it, each radiating a powerful aura.

They're strong, so what?
An emperor will not back down!
Saosha doesn't think he'll lose. How can a man who lacks confidence in his own fists possibly win?

For him, defeating opponents who have encouragement and love is the only way to affirm his own value. If someone who is loved loses, there is still a way to go back, but if he loses, he will have nothing left. Therefore, he will never lose to an opponent who is loved by others and fights for love.

Even if we don't know their intentions, what other purpose could a powerful person have when seeking out another powerful person? Right now, all we can get from this [Holy Emperor] is power!
In an instant, heaven and earth trembled, and the void surged like the ocean under this power. The phoenix phantom was beautiful beyond measure, yet it contained boundless and terrifying power!

He has truly crossed that threshold, making him ten, a hundred times more powerful than his deceased teacher, Olga…

He had mastered the Phoenix Fist, the strongest technique in the Southern Dipper, pushing it to its pinnacle and reaching a new level. He was no longer a living person, but a bright, scorching, unapproachable flame! He not only burned away anyone who came near, but also consumed their very existence…

"Phoenix decapitation, lone eagle piercing the heart... the strongest of Nanto Seiken?"

Sheen suddenly let out a cold laugh, and the golden hair behind him suddenly rose uncontrollably, standing upside down due to the eruption of fighting spirit, undulating like waves, sweeping away the past decadence, leaving only the surging fighting spirit, battle intent, and the boxer's raging fanatical fighting spirit colliding with each other.

He is a martial artist of Nandou, a man consumed by desire and obsession, obsessed with love, yet before him lies a man who denies the existence of love and affection.

If they never meet again in this life, they can be ignored, but if the two of them collide, a battle is inevitable.

"You are ultimately just a satellite of my general. I'll show you how reckless and foolish it is for a mere eagle to challenge a phoenix!"

"Ridiculous! The phoenix is ​​ultimately just a non-existent figment of imagination. I'll show you that even your strongest point is just an illusion!"

Xin and Saosha simultaneously removed their cloaks.

The two men's auras compressed and distorted the void as they glared at each other at extremely close range, their fighting spirit even distorting the scenery.

The air, compressed and liquefied, poured down like a cascading river, transforming into a waterfall that crashed down upon the earth.

As the six sages of the Southern Dipper, these men naturally followed the values ​​of men in this world, the consensus of those proud men.

In other words, although they each have their own ideas.

But if it's a duel of fists, whoever is defeated is proven to be wrong, and the victor carries the sorrow of the loser and continues on.

This should be the first top-level match since the beginning of the new century.

Even from thousands of miles away, people could clearly feel the two powerful opposing forces. Countless martial arts masters rushed over, eager to witness firsthand what the battle would look like.

As people rushed toward the Cross Mausoleum, the closer they got, the stronger the force they felt. But what reached their ears was not the clash of fists, but a peculiar sound:
"No, that's not it. It's not about boxing techniques or anything like that... Saosha, I just want to ask you one question—is the only thing you received from your master, Oga, the power of the Southern Phoenix Fist?"

Aren't you curious why the Cross Tomb can never be built?

Saosha's life as the "Holy Emperor," his destiny as the Polar Star, took a dramatic turn from the day Jagi, whom he once considered a "small fry," broke into the Southern Dipper Ten Kujate...

Just like today, that third brother of the Big Dipper has appeared again, arbitrarily interfering in his battle with Sheen, and breaking the rules and consensus.

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

Jagi shook his head as he looked at the once-distorted Saosha:
"Even today, Oga is still helping you..."

—The haunted house with a unique Beidou feature.

"…………!!"

Upon hearing those words, certain images flashed through Saosha's mind.

That was the warmth of Oga's hand as he gently stroked his head after a day of rigorous training.

That was the warmth of the meal that Oga prepared for the hungry Saosha after a day of rigorous training.

That was the stern yet incredibly warm look that Oga gave him during his rigorous training.

The memories of the past continue to reap the rewards of his life.

"There's still one thing you haven't done, right?"

If he himself wishes to follow Oga, then respecting his will is for his own good. Jagi initially thought so too, but before that…

"—Like Oga, complete the Phoenix Fist inheritance ceremony."

Saosha once again wore a serious and thoughtful expression.

"It's decided that it's you and Sheen! Enough talk, if you still consider yourself an emperor, then come with me!"

"Interesting, as expected of a madman spouting nonsense... Fine, I'll give you a chance."

If this were an RPG from the Fist of the North Star series, it would likely display "Holy Emperor Saosha has temporarily joined the party." Instead of using fists, he uses words to persuade these stubborn fighters to become his allies. Perhaps only Jagi, besides the Heavenly Emperor, could accomplish this.

In this way, he has collected the last piece of the puzzle he needed.

Wait a minute, while Sheen and Saosha are undoubtedly powerful figures, they wouldn't wholeheartedly assist Jagi. There must be more reliable people in this world—

For example, the three brothers of the Big Dipper.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The beautiful scenery around us paled in comparison to the moment we visited with "them," those three invincible men.

coming!

As Jagi turned around, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

Beneath the vast, boundless sky, where one could truly perceive the roundness of the heavens, three powerful figures, too for the eye to look directly at, plummeted almost simultaneously—

They are Hokuto's eldest son "Rao", Hokuto's second son "Toki", and Hokuto's youngest brother "Kenshiro"!
(End of this chapter)