Cynthia looked at the other strongest captain-level companions around her. Three of the seven captains were already dead, and only these four were left. When she was with Garon before, she didn't feel anything special. Now that she was standing in front of Garon as a real opponent, she finally felt this suffocating pressure.
It was like a ten-story tall dark blue wave crashing down on her, making it impossible to escape, impossible to dodge, a terrifying pressure that would only engulf and drown her if she faced it head-on!
The dark blue seawater that covered everything in her field of vision was crashing down on her, and even her breathing seemed to have quickened, and her body temperature started to drop.
"Slap!"
Cynthia slapped herself hard, and instantly woke up from the pressure illusion.
"Am I going to collapse?" She mumbled softly.
This kind of hallucination-like feeling would only appear when one's mind was about to collapse. She had once undergone death training when she was very weak, and was fortunate enough to experience it once, but it wasn't as terrifying as the suffocating pressure downstairs.
"Hiss … Phew …"
She lowered her head and started to breathe deeply.
"It's okay … It's okay … I can do it, I will definitely find a way to break out … definitely!"
*****
Downstairs.
Garon looked up at the broken staircase on the second floor, and frowned. He looked back at the captain who was waiting for his orders.
"Shoot through it."
He pointed at the ceiling on the first floor.
"Bang bang bang bang!!!"
Dozens of submachine guns were fired at the ceiling.
This was a small building made of wood and cement, and the partitions on the first and second floors were not completely made of concrete, so they were easily pierced by the powerful impact of the submachine guns.
A large number of bullets rained down from the second floor, and ricocheted into the small living room on the second floor.
"Whoosh!"
A large celadon vase in the corner was hit by a stray bullet, and shattered into countless pieces with a crash.
Cynthia and the others hid in a corner, and tried to shrink their bodies as much as possible, but two of them were still shot full of holes. The space on the second floor was so small, and there was no way to effectively dodge.
Cynthia and the captain were the two strongest among them, and the way they chose to dodge in a hurry was the most effective, so they didn't suffer much damage. One's face was bleeding, and the other's left calf was shot through. At least compared to the other two, they were lucky.
"Phew … Phew … Phew …"
The two's heavy breathing was unusually clear in the quiet space.
"Cynthia."
Garon's voice came from the first floor.
"Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant for me. Surrender. The two of you will be able to survive in this situation. I acknowledge your strength. "
Downstairs, Garon looked up at the second floor and said indifferently. He really cherished talent.
Manuyllton's model was different from other companies. In order to prevent the military force from being controlled by the higher-ups, all the members would change teams once in a while. The relationship between the members was very indifferent. This was also the reason why he dared to recruit Manuyllton after killing so many of his men. Moreover, the White Cloud Gate was currently in need of talents and elites that belonged to them.
"It seems that among the three Heavenly Generals, you are the most gentle one." Cynthia's voice did not ring out. Instead, it was another old man's voice that rang out.
Garon waved his hand, indicating for the soldiers to disperse. He talked to the people on the second floor alone.
"Does that mean you've seen the other two Heavenly Generals?"
"Of course. They're powerful and ruthless. Once they're certain that you're an enemy, they won't give you any leeway, "the man answered frankly. "But you're different. You'll change the best course of action because of your mood or some other reason. Am I right? "
Garon couldn't help but laugh.
"Very good. As expected of a talent who could survive until now. If you join the White Cloud Gate, I'll give you a suitable position. Choose. Join or die. "
"If you don't join, you'll die. You call this giving us a choice?" Cynthia said sarcastically.
"Death is also a choice." Garon nodded calmly. "But who told your company to betray me first? Don't you think it's too naive for a force that knows my information to want to safely leave my sphere of influence? "
The second floor fell silent. Not long after, there was the sound of two guns being thrown on the floor.
Garon put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk out the door. He had already heard the answer from the two people's breathing.
"Go up and bring the two of them down. Treat them well."
"Yes." The captain of the soldiers quickly saluted Garon and talked to Garon at a close distance. Recalling the exaggerated scene just now, the captain had already listed Garon as someone who could not be provoked.
Su Lin walked in from the front of the courtyard.
"It's over?"
"Yes, it's over here." Garon nodded and took off the tattered T-shirt on his body and changed into the same style of T-shirt that was handed to him.
"Aren't you afraid that they'll trick you?"
"It's okay. If you want to gain something, you naturally have to take the risk of losing it."
"Next is …"
"Let's take a look at Bouvini." Garon said calmly.
"He's now being tortured to death by the people of the underworld," Su Lin gloated.
"It can't be helped. Who told him to announce his departure from the White Cloud Gate? An industry without the protection of power is a piece of juicy meat. Unfortunately, if Mr. Bouvini was still a part of the White Cloud Gate, I would've done my best to help and punish those triads who went overboard. But now, it's none of my business. "Garon laughed.
"Sometimes, I wonder if you're really seventeen." Su Lin was speechless and laughed along.
"There will always be people who are called geniuses in this world. Unfortunately, I'm such a person. "Garon boasted without blushing.
"Keep bragging!" Su Lin was speechless and slapped him.
The two of them turned around and walked back in the direction they came from. Soon, they disappeared into the forest.
*****
A few days later.
Garon sat cross-legged in the middle of the White Cloud Gate's training hall with his eyes closed.
Opposite him was Curling and Simon who were also sitting cross-legged on the ground. Other than that, there was no one else in the hall that could accommodate two hundred people.
Recently, Garon had a feeling that his martial arts had gradually entered an unfathomable stage. His blood and spirit were in harmony, as if all the strength that he had not discovered before was gradually being discovered and used.
"The human body is a huge treasure trove." He slowly opened his mouth. The two people opposite him immediately became alert and listened attentively. To be able to receive personal guidance from the current Garon was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Even if you're a normal person, as long as you can completely discover your own potential, you can also explode with shocking power."
Garon said softly with his eyes closed.
"The method I'm going to teach you is to use it during your training. Spend half an hour meditating every day and feel the pros and cons of your body during your training."
"My White Cloud Gate's Secret Technique is strong enough, but it's not solid enough. I've only realized this recently. It's hard to find a suitable Secret Technique for solid training at the moment, so I can only use this method for now. Sit quietly for half an hour. When it's time, a student will come and remind you. "
"Yes, Senior Brother."
The two of them answered at the same time and closed their eyes together. They did not doubt Garon's words, because their own improvements had already proven that the method was correct.
Garon slowly stood up and walked down the stairs of the Martial Arts Hall.
Simon and Curling were the two core disciples that he had been nurturing recently. There were many core disciples in the White Cloud Gate, but they were the best. If he wanted to nurture two capable fighters in a short period of time, these two were the ones with the highest hopes.
Fortunately, the two of them knew that this was a crucial period for the White Cloud Gate, and they needed strong martial support. So they improved quickly. They did not lack basic skills, but now that they were personally taught by Garon, their improvement was naturally fast. They had already surpassed the youths of their age, and could stand shoulder to shoulder with adult martial artists.
Simon even went for a test a few days ago. His amateur rank had already reached Level Six, which was considered a passing standard among adult martial artists. After all, Senior Brother Farak was only an amateur Level Nine.
In comparison, Curling was about the same. The two of them were improving at a visible rate every day.
However, Garon could see that Simon's limit was Level Seven. He had lost an arm, and if he continued to train, he would have an innate weakness. If he did not have a strong will to persevere, he would probably be like this for the rest of his life.
Curling, on the other hand, had the potential to improve. Ever since he came back, he had taken the two of them as disciples. Under his unreserved training, Curling had great potential. Perhaps he could reach Senior Sister's level before the age of twenty-five.
Of course, this was referring to Rosetta's hidden strength. As for her true strength, even Garon did not know. After all, he had never seen her use her full strength.
His master, Senior Sister, and Tenstar Ni should all be at the level of a Grandmaster of Combat. Which was the so-called peak of Level E.
The so-called grade, D, was the limit. The grades above were actually not used to evaluate people.
In other words, these alphabetical levels were originally used by countries to evaluate the grades of firearms.
Level E was for small firearms such as handguns. Level D was for medium firearms. Further up, there were even more powerful firearms.
However, the martial artists who were unwilling to be eliminated by history did not want to leave the stage of history. Using firearms to evaluate their own strength was to prove that martial arts could reach a level that was not inferior to firearms. Unfortunately, the highest level was only Level D.
Walking to the stairs, Garon looked back at the two of them again.
"Soon, the two of them will be able to completely stabilize the situation in the dojo." This so-called suppression was referring to daily challenges, teaching, training, dispelling doubts, and so on.
"Are you planning to leave?" At the bottom of the stairs, Cynthia leaned against the wall and played with a sharp dagger. She gently spun the dagger and drew a silver wheel. Then, she accurately grabbed the handle and held it in her hand. The whistling sound of something breaking through the air was continuous.
"Where's Jack?"
"The car has been arranged. We can go there directly." Jack was the scarred captain who surrendered with them.
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