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Chapter 64 What does it mean to want to become a human being?
Beidou Qigong training center.

Under the gaze of the tall and mighty Arhat statues of various shapes, Jia Ji walked in with some trepidation.

Fate, this troublesome thing, seemed to have been entangled with him, whether it was when he happened to meet his fellow apprentices out, or when he was found by Yulia at the right time, or just now...

The invisible big hand of the Big Dipper began to exert its force.

Should I say it’s a good thing that the Death Star didn’t start to exert its power? Although the aftereffects were quite strong, fortunately I still managed to save my life.

But Jiaji had no choice. Time was short and the task was heavy. In order to obtain his brother Tochi's blood before Master Longquan came back, he had to endure the tingling feeling on his scalp and step into the main hall of Beidou where many gods and Buddhas were enshrined.

"How dare you, a coward, come back?"

The first person to speak was Rao.

That's right, Long Quan did not tell others the reason why Jia Ji left, because no one would believe it if he told them, and also because there is no place in the world more suitable for practicing Fist of the North Star than Beidou's own sect.

Jagi said he wanted to go out and become stronger, but where could he go?
Despite such doubts, Long Quan still gave Jia Ji his trust and support.

But in Lao's eyes, this brother who "left without saying goodbye" was actually a coward who couldn't stand the hard training and chose to run away.

Given Rao's character, he wouldn't pay even the slightest attention to such a waste. At most he would sneer and wouldn't say a single word.

However, the spirit that Jiaji showed when he resolutely intervened in the Nan Dou trial just now was completely different from what he had imagined, and it still caught his eye.

"Lao, don't..."

Tochi was different. He was happy and heartfelt about the reappearance of his younger brother, Jagi.

And if it weren't for him, it would not be so easy for Kenshiro to come back this time. How would he explain to Master Longquan then?

Jagi fulfilled his responsibilities and obligations as a brother, but Tochi did not. This really made him... regret and shame. In the end, all his feelings were summed up in one sentence -

"Come back, Jagi. Master Long Quan misses you."

"Humph, Tochi, you really are so high up! How high is your DPS when you say that? I must make a name for myself!"

Jiaji spoke in rapid succession, saying something that was incomprehensible, and refused without hesitation.

Before he left, he said that he would not come back until he could beat the others. Now he is so mediocre and still at the level of the third among four brothers. How can he have the nerve to go back and meet Long Quan? At least he has to let Rao say "he is not inferior to me" first.

If it wasn't for returning to practice, then why did Jiaji come?

"Toki, give me a drop of your blood."

Straight talk.

"What do you want my blood for?"

Could it be that he was accidentally turned into a vampire by the stone mask and must suck blood to survive? But what's the use of a drop of blood? It can't be that he is planning to use his blood to clone himself, right? Or is it that some evil boxing technique requires blood to practice...

All sorts of thoughts came to Tochi's mind at once. After all, Jagi's incoherent words would really confuse anyone. But Tochi only hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Because sometimes, he could see other people's thoughts and ideas. Jagi had no ill will towards him at this moment, and his strong intuition as a Beidou boxer made him feel more vaguely that agreeing to this strange request seemed to be a good thing for him.

Therefore, although Tochi was gentle and kind, she was definitely not a nagging person, so she agreed decisively.

At the moment, he did not seem to have any illness, so he put two fingers together and gently stroked his wrist.

A wound about an inch long appeared silently, and round, hot, red blood beads rolled out uncontrollably.

Even though he wasn't like Nandou's boxers, who trained their fingers to be as sharp as knives and could cut through almost any material in the world, Tochi could still easily cut the skin if he slightly changed the way he released his fighting spirit.

After all, he had just fought with dozens of Nan Dou boxers, and during that time he had already gained some understanding of the characteristics of those boxing styles that mainly relied on cutting. Now he was just imitating a few of them.

It is sufficient to extract the essence of those numerous boxing techniques and integrate them into your own Fist of the North Star. There is no need to go any further.

"That's enough. Just one drop will do."

After carefully collecting dozens of drops of Tochi's blood into a sealed glass bottle, Jagi took out a Band-Aid from his trouser pocket, tore it open and covered Tochi's wound directly.

"You've prepared something like this?"

"It's better to be prepared."

In fact, he had just snatched this thing from those Mohawks. Thinking that it might be useful, he picked it up automatically along with the banknotes and put it in his pocket, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

"It's really..."

Tochi shook his head. For experienced boxers like them, getting injured was commonplace. This minor injury might heal on its own before they could receive treatment. Jagi's behavior was totally unnecessary... but he was smiling as he shook his head.

People of their level possessed extraordinary power, but this power also created a gap between them and ordinary humans, making them difficult to understand and accept.

To them, ordinary people were as fragile as handicrafts that would break at the slightest touch. They had to carefully restrain their strength just to barely coexist with them.

It is the same in the eyes of ordinary people. Although they are also human beings and have similar appearances, their bodies cannot be penetrated by bullets and their physiques cannot be defeated by tanks. These monsters are no longer the same race as them.

It is normal for a superhuman boxer to be feared, rejected, alienated by others, or to regard those who are far less powerful than himself as beings of a lower level.

If the training location was not so isolated from the outside world and the heavy training made it difficult for them to think about other things, they would probably have the same idea.
——They believe that humans should be protected/ruled by these boxers who have mastered the strongest Fist of the North Star!
But now this guy Jagi seems to be more human than him, Rao, and even Kenshiro.

"The Sorrow of the Fist... It's such a troublesome thing. It shows how the boxing technique alienates people!"

Muttering these casually fabricated words that accurately described the situation, Jia Ji walked towards the door of Beidou Hall while waving goodbye to his three brothers.

But before his foot stepped out of the threshold and stopped in mid-air, Jiaji's face suddenly changed and an inexplicable feeling came over him.

"Isn't it? Again?!"

(End of this chapter)