"I'm not sure, there's no suitable comparison. As long as it's strong. Maybe we don't have to do anything this time. "Su Lin laughed. "I grew up hearing about the Special Agent Bureau. It's a special authority in the Confederation, and its members are all extraordinary. They're responsible for solving special incidents that happen all over the world. "
"That could be very powerful." Garon nodded in agreement. "It's best if we don't have to do anything. Oh yeah, when's that disgusting old man with the gun coming? "
"Disgusting old man? You mean Yoda the Dragon King? "Su Lin was speechless." He said he wants to act alone. He'll appear when it's time. "
"Don't tell me he's so scared that he's running away?" Garon said in disdain.
"…" Su Lin didn't know what expression to show other than a bitter smile. "Forget it, I'll arrange the areas. You'll be in charge of my sister, and Yoda will be with me. Is that okay?"
"No problem, I have the title of a martial arts coach to cover for me."
"That's not a cover for you, I actually wanted you to teach Aris something." Su Lin said helplessly.
"She's too old." Garon shook his head. Actually, he wasn't that old himself, only 17 years old. It was just that his Secret Techniques made him look like he was in his twenties, but in reality, he looked more mature than his actual age.
"Teach her as you see fit." Su Lin also knew that age was an issue. "I'll go check on Yoda first. Tomorrow is the black card's expiration date. According to Duskdune Shura's rules, the second to seventh days after receiving the black card is the time limit for them to act. No exceptions. "
"Okay. Got it. "
Garon gently threw a rock, and it floated more than ten times.
He watched Su Lin leave the lake and walk into the manor.
He stood up as well.
"After the exchange, I can't improve anymore …" He felt a little uncomfortable.
His progress after becoming a Grandmaster of Combat had completely stabilized. Without Antiques of Tragedy to absorb, he couldn't improve his attributes and skills.
Now he could only rely on the fourth-rate Secret Techniques that he practiced previously as a direction to improve.
Firestream Fist and Dark Iron Palm. These two techniques were the only ways he could improve.
Unfortunately, the poison accumulation speed of Dark Iron Palm was too slow.
He raised his hands and spread them out.
Unlike the rest of his body, the skin on his hands was slightly dark.
He looked at the status on his skill bar.
'Dark Iron Palm: Accumulation has not reached entry level.'
He had no idea how much poison he needed to accumulate before he could reach the Beginner level. However, judging from the time period of low-level Secret Techniques, the accumulation time was not as simple as he had thought.
As for the Firestream Fist, it was also a martial art that trained the hands, but its progress was even slower than the Dark Iron Palm. The feeling now was no different from when he first started. His status was still uninitiated.
Garon was a little irritated.
However, he immediately relaxed himself. This kind of mood was not suitable for martial arts.
"No attribute increase, no progress in low-level Secret Techniques … Could it be that I have to go to other Secret Technique Sects to collect simpler Secret Techniques?" He frowned slightly.
Ever since his battle with Andrela, he felt that he had reached his limit. Without a special method, it would be very difficult to take another step forward.
He had originally planned to collect low-level Secret Techniques from everywhere, but Su Lin's matter was more troublesome and needed to be dealt with in advance. That was why he took over this matter.
He originally thought that he had two incomplete Secret Techniques, so there was still room for improvement. However, he did not expect that after so long, the progress was still the same.
His intuition told him that the problem did not lie with him. The problem lay with the Secret Techniques themselves.
"Could it be that the Secret Techniques themselves require a special body type?"
He closed his eyes and looked at his skill bar.
There were no additional symbols behind the Dark Iron Palm and Firestream Fist.
"If that is not the case, then it could be that the Secret Techniques themselves are incomplete, and the Dojo did not collect them completely. There should be a key external force for the improvement of these two Secret Techniques that has not been written down. Just like when I first learned the Explosive Fist Arts and White Cloud Secret Techniques, I needed to eat the Quenching Pill, which was not written in the Secret Technique Manual. Obviously, this is a special secret recipe that was passed down by word of mouth and would not be recorded. "He recalled the speed at which he learned the Boulder Technique and Iron Body. Garon was more and more certain that this was the reason.
"Looks like I have to find the missing parts of these two Secret Techniques as soon as possible. These low-level Secret Techniques are very popular, so they should be easy to find. Once I'm done here, I have to visit the other Secret Technique Sects. "
Thinking about the Secret Technique Sects, Garon suddenly remembered the recently established organization, Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate, where he was one of the three Divine Generals.
"I'm still one of them. With so many sects merging, it shouldn't be a problem for me to take a look at the information other than the Secret Technique Manual, right?"
He suddenly had the urge to visit Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate.
"Also, since I was able to obtain the title of White Bird Holy Fist Palosa, it's a good opportunity to see the power of the rumored strongest Fist Arts!"
Holy Fist, Holy Fist!
Only those who were extraordinary could be called Holy!
A Fist Art that could be called Holy Fist was definitely much stronger than the average Secret Technique. It had reached a level of qualitative difference, which was why it was called Holy.
Among the older generation of Fist Art Grandmasters of Combat, White Bird Holy Fist was undoubtedly the pinnacle of the era.
Once he thought about the possibility of seeing such a top-notch Martial Arts Fist Art, Garon's heart was slightly excited.
"Once I'm done with Su Lin, I'll go to Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate!"
He made up his mind.
*****
In the following days, Garon accompanied Su Lin's sister, Aris, to practice martial arts in the morning. He taught her some basic training methods. These training methods were summarized by the seniors and were absolutely suitable for her training.
It was the most basic of the Mammoth Gate's foundation. Without a master's guidance, it would be impossible for her to master it properly.
The basic training methods didn't have any destructive power. They were just movements used for training.
Every movement had a different level of requirement. They were perfect movements that could prevent internal injuries to the greatest extent and achieve the goal of training to the greatest extent.
Also, as the master, Garon had to adjust the amount of training according to Aris's constitution. Different people's constitution had different strengths and weaknesses. These were all things that needed to be considered.
He also had to specially prepare a suitable diet and medicine for her.
At the same time, he also tried to use external poison to stimulate the Dark Iron Palm. For example, insect poison, plant poison, etc., to see if it would work. Unfortunately, the Dark Iron Palm didn't have any effect on external poisons.
Garon was more and more certain that it needed some external help to reach the standard.
As for the Firestream Fist, Garon could feel the progress by practicing the standard training method every day. But the speed … was so slow that it could be ignored.
According to his estimation, it would take at least a few years to master it. It seemed like the Firestream Fist was a secret technique similar to the Dark Iron Palm. Something unknown played a key role, so it couldn't be mastered quickly.
While teaching Aris, he didn't do anything for five days.
Until the last day, Su Lin finally sent him a message.
*****
On a small hill near the manor.
A middle-aged man dressed like a noble slowly stepped on a thick layer of fallen leaves, looking at the manor and the lake below.
The man's hair was dark gold, spreading out over his shoulders. His eyes were clear pink, as if they were shining under the faint sunlight. They were exceptionally beautiful.
He held a black whip in his hand, rolled into a roll. He looked like a noble who was out hunting.
"Is this Crohn's manor?"
"Yes." A masked man in green clothes came out from behind a tree trunk on the right. He almost blended in with the environment, so it was hard to tell him apart.
"Crohn Belfatalia. One of the two commanders of the Southern Supreme Command. Lieutenant General. They were aware of our arrival. There are secret agents in the manor now. "
"Secret agents?" The man was slightly surprised. "What a big deal. I've heard of this notorious Confederation agency before, but I didn't expect to have the chance to meet them. Is that Director Wellington here too? "
"Yes."
"Then let's wait until everyone is here. But we're all out this time anyway. Forget it, let Duskdune Shura worry about it. It's not my arrangement anyway. "The man said calmly.
"Wellington …"
Another deep voice came from behind the man.
"The last time I saw him was thirteen years ago." The voice was hoarse. As it spoke, a figure in a black cloak walked out from behind the man.
"You're here? Duskdune Shura, how do we deal with this? Let's see what we can do. "The man with pink eyes turned sideways and asked.
"No need. Go in, kill the target, and leave." Duskdune Shura said calmly.
"Are you kidding?"
"I'll do it myself this time."
The middle-aged man with pink eyes was stunned. He didn't say what he wanted to say.
"When everyone is here, let's do it. Since Crohn didn't accept my deal, he's doomed today. "Duskdune Shura's black eyes under the cloak stared at the manor below.
"Actually … I've always wanted to ask." The man with pink eyes said, "Just for one thing, is it worth all four of us Royal Generals?"
"You don't understand. I'll explain it to you later." Duskdune Shura said hoarsely.
The man stared at the eyes under the cloak.
The atmosphere became heavy.
After a long time, he spoke again.
"Alright, I hope you can give us a perfect explanation."
"We'll follow in your footsteps as always. This is the promise from back then." A cold female voice came from the tree on the right.
It was a green-haired woman sitting on a branch. She wore a white eye patch, and only one of her eyes was open.
"You won't be disappointed." Duskdune Shura said softly. "Let's go."
He took the lead and walked slowly towards the manor at the foot of the mountain.
The man with pink eyes followed closely behind. A large group of green shadows flashed by on both sides of the forest. There was a soft rustling sound.
"Golden Sword Throne … Duskdune Shura, I hope you don't get lost." The woman on the tree mumbled.
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