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Chapter 306 Souls Bound by Gravity!
"...Rei, I might never forget this moment for the rest of my life..."

The whites of his eyes were instantly covered by prominent red blood vessels, making him look extremely terrifying. But for the first time, Yoda, the inheritor of the Red Crane Fist, whose star was "the star of beauty and wisdom - the demon star," felt that his heart had been completely stolen.

He hugged his knees tightly in the automatically rising seat of "Tifori City," and after saying those words to the handsome man next to him who was about the same age, he silently buried his head in the strong and beautiful arms.

Yoda, who proclaimed himself "the most beautiful and strongest man God has ever created in this world!", was a stubborn, arrogant narcissist and fanatic who was deeply convinced of and intoxicated by his own beauty.

He has never had any human friends, not even those boxers who are stronger than him. In his eyes, they cannot be considered "beautiful." Everyone is subject to his equal ridicule and sarcasm. Perhaps in all these years, only Ray Fang has been able to earn his slightest attention.

Today, he witnessed many incredible, enormous, and dazzling lights that seemed to burn him to ashes.

Among the gathered boxers were those who were ranked alongside him as one of the Six Saints, including the Water Bird Fist Ray, the White Heron Fist Xiu Wu, the inheritor of the Lone Vulture Fist Xi En, the Phoenix Fist Sao Sa, and the Five Stars of the Southern Dipper: Mountain Immovable, Sea White, Flame Xiu Ling, Sea Zoe, my style's Chong Zuo, Red Falcon Fist's Zhan, and so on.

Besides these men from the Southern Dipper, there were also some people he didn't know, such as Longya from the Taishan Heavenly Wolf Fist, Lima from the Broken Army Star, Leopard, Han, and Gao from the Northern Dipper Liu Fist, and Farugo from the Yuan Dou Huang Fist...

Every boxer's soaring figure as he throws a punch is so beautiful, dazzling, and powerful, a world apart from what he once considered vulgar and ugly. But if that were all, this arrogant and stubborn demon star would not easily accept it. In his unique aesthetic, he would not believe that he had lost to them in terms of "beauty".

Until he met the four brothers who entrusted their lives to the word "fist," their powerful will driving every inch of their bodies, their whole being focused together, and their spirit to overthrow everything, roaring an indomitable roar towards the sky.

It seemed that as long as they existed, the dead end would never come, and the end of the world would never arrive; the will of heaven manifested at that moment.

A hero of our time, a guiding light among men.

Saviors of the world!
That indomitable spirit is truly captivating.

Just from receiving a casual glance from them, Yoda felt as if he had been punched in the chest, his chest tight, his breath short, and his whole body trembling, as if he had seen eternity in that instant.

Just imagining that people like them existed in the world made him insanely jealous, but in the end, he couldn't do anything about it.

The young man named Yoda finally realized something—

It turns out that I... am not such a special being.

One in a hundred? One in a thousand?

Even if he were a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand, one in a hundred thousand, or one in a million, what would he be compared to the four inheritors of Hokuto Shinken? In front of the four of them, he, Yoda, was like a smug clown.

How could he not feel lost, pained... and ashamed?

"I can understand your thoughts..."

The handsome man with long, azure hair to Yoda's right remained silent, but the other man beside him spoke after a slight pause.

"But! Lift your head! Open your eyes and see! Imprint everything that is about to happen deep into your eyes!"

Xiu Wu removed the black cloth tied around his eyes. He was not blind. No one knew why he did this. Only he knew that from this day forward, he would no longer be afraid of his eyes being burned, but would be able to truly see a bright future.

Faced with the dejected and defeated Red Crane Fist Yoda, Renxing Xiuwu, the oldest of the current Six Saint Fists, raised his hand and pointed ahead to the four brothers who were glowing with kirakira.

"Reflect on why you lost so ugly, and then gain a steadfast and peaceful inner strength and progress... Doubt yourself, and then give your all to get closer to them!" The beauty he has always pursued, the true beauty, exists right there!
"Huh, boring."

The blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle sitting in front of them snorted coldly without turning his head, but if someone could observe from the front, they would have seen the intense resentment in Saosa's expression.

He, the strongest inheritor of the Phoenix Fist, couldn't do anything at all!

With his pride, how could he tolerate being so weak and incompetent?
"No, no!"

At this moment, countless people present felt a surge of intense emotion, which could be described as—fighting spirit!
There were approximately a thousand martial artists from the Southern Dipper, Northern Dipper, Yuan Dipper, the Kingdom of Asura, and those who had inherited other martial arts styles, all gathered in this floating city as spectators, as friends, and as witnesses.

Zzzzz—!
A powerful electric guitar melody began to play, seemingly a strong melody, a song composed by someone in some future era. At that moment, four figures appeared at the main entrance.

The origin of this melody was unclear, but a strange feeling suddenly arose, and Yoda got goosebumps instantly. What exactly did these four people who came here want to do?

"This love, anger and sorrow oh oh oh oh oh oh.mp3!!" Jagi shouted unrestrainedly on the stage. He was originally shirtless, but now he was wearing a punk studded leather jacket, ripped jeans, shoulder armor with huge metal spikes, and a fierce helmet that completely covered his face.

Kenshiro's muscular chest was so prominent that his red vest was completely squeezed out, Toki was in his usual white martial arts uniform, and Rao was wearing a suit of armor that fit his body perfectly. Each of them had their own unique style, and each of them held a "weapon" on the stage.

Although it is the end of the century, it is not a wasteland. Their unique attire, style, and actions have attracted everyone's attention.

What exactly are we going to play?

Toki couldn't help but ask, because until he went on stage, he had no idea what he was supposed to do, and he hadn't even rehearsed once.

Band performances must be rehearsed.

Otherwise, how can you run a good band?
Even though it was his first time on stage, his sense of responsibility wouldn't allow him to mess it up.

Taking a deep breath, Jagi's heart pounded violently, like a rapid drumbeat.

He also had to admit that this was definitely a risky undertaking. The original function of "Tifori City" was to use human resonance harmonics to create songs that could destroy or repair the world, but that was controlled by Carol's superb technical skills.

His plan to amplify the song using "Tifori City" to unify all humanity is absolute, utter madness and irrationality. Any human being with normal logic would consider this impossible, utterly absurd, but…

"Get ready, Toki, we're going to sing a lullaby for everyone!" Jagi smiled at his second brother.

That was a lullaby.

That's for humans.

A lullaby for the end of the century.

—The Cradle of Eternity

(End of this chapter)