Yoda coughed twice.
"I can't do it. My shoulder injury won't heal for at least a few months."
"I didn't think it through." Crohn nodded, showing his understanding.
Garon pondered for a moment.
"I also need to recover. I can't fight right away. Even if I fight now, I'm no match for Duskdune Shura. Although I don't want to admit it, Duskdune Shura's martial arts have reached the pinnacle. "
The atmosphere in the room became silent.
Crohn sighed and waved for the soldiers to open the door. A few maids immediately served breakfast. A light blue long loaf of bread paired with some apple slices and a large piece of pineapple. There was also a cup of red drink made of an unknown material that kept bubbling.
No one said anything and ate their breakfast quietly. The only sound on the table was the clatter of forks and knives.
Garon ate quietly. At the same time, he was carefully estimating Duskdune Shura's strength and the time he needed to recover from his injury.
"Duskdune Shura has spent a lot of effort to get the Golden Sword Throne. How much do you know about Duskdune Shura? "Crohn asked in a low voice.
Garon was the first to shake his head, indicating that he knew nothing.
Su Lin also shook his head and looked at the Eight-Arm Dragon King, Yoda.
Yoda's shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages. One of his hands was quickly grabbing food from the table and stuffing it into his mouth.
"Don't look at me. I don't know much either. Duskdune Shura was a master of the same generation as me. He joined or founded this organization later on. I've only heard about it for a long time."
Although they knew that what he said was completely unreliable, it wasn't that he didn't know, he just didn't want to. But Su Lin and the others didn't force him.
Garon finished his drink in one gulp and gently put down the cup.
"Actually, no matter what Duskdune Shura's goal is, no matter what ruins he went to, it's impossible that he won't come out. When he comes out of the ruins, we'll know what he's after. What we need to do now is to think about how to deal with him. So many people were defeated by him before. If he comes again, do you think we can stop him with just the strength of the people here? "
After he said that, no one said anything.
Only the new lieutenant general Leni frowned.
Garon shook his head.
"I'm just a pure fighter, so I don't want to get involved. Whenever you think of a way to deal with Duskdune Shura, just let me know, Su Lin. I have to go down and heal. No matter what the plan was, everyone was injured now. If they couldn't recover, everything would be useless. Excuse me. "
He stood up, turned around, and pushed the door open.
Garon walked along the red-carpeted corridor that was guarded by guards and left the small building.
The sky outside was already bright, and small patrol motorcycles came from the distance from time to time.
The originally spacious grounds of the manor were now filled with yellow-uniformed guards patrolling everywhere. Temporary fortifications had already been set up in the corners of some places that were easy to defend and hard to attack. There were also guards patrolling everywhere in the surrounding buildings and on the roofs.
The entire manor was transformed into a large military camp overnight.
Garon took a deep breath. The smell of gunpowder and blood from yesterday's fierce battle still lingered in the air.
He strode towards the lake outside the manor, intending to have a good rest and relax his body with a swim.
Suddenly, a guard wearing a yellow steel helmet ran over from not far away and saluted him with a bang.
"Mr. Garon, there's a little boy outside the manor who says he's here to look for you. He won't leave."
"Little boy?" Garon suddenly recalled the snot-nosed kid he met near the Eight-Arm Dragon King's residence. "Could it be him?"
"Thank you for the notice, please take me to him."
"Okay. Please follow me. "The guard nodded and turned around, jogging towards the manor's gate.
Garon followed at a moderate pace. One step of his was equivalent to two or three steps of the guard. He looked like he was walking at a leisurely pace, but in fact, his speed wasn't slow.
Soon, after passing through layers of defense, Garon saw the snot-nosed little boy in a temporary guard room on the right side of the gate.
The kid's face was pale, and his arms were swollen beyond recognition. They were almost twice their original size. They looked like the arms of an adult man. He was wearing a sleeveless gray linen shirt, and his hair was messy like a chicken coop.
As soon as Garon entered the room, he recognized him as the kid who wanted to learn how to fight from him. But what made him speechless was that the kid was dragging a burden behind him. It was a petite and cute little girl.
The moment he saw the little girl, Garon's eyes narrowed.
The atmosphere in the guard room instantly became gloomy. A terrifying oppressive feeling spread over everyone's head like a dark cloud. It was as if the sky was about to collapse.
Not only the little boy, but even the two guards who were supervising by the side trembled. They almost pulled out their guns to be on alert.
This was the strong oppressive feeling that any living creature would have. It was the instinctive fear of danger and natural enemies.
The little boy was trembling. His face was getting paler and paler. His cracked lips were almost bleeding.
"What a bunch of tricks!" Garon sat on the chair and looked down at the little boy and girl coldly. There was no emotion in his eyes.
But what was strange was that when everyone was trembling in fear, the beautiful little girl's originally delicate and pitiful expression suddenly changed. From fear and panic, she suddenly became calm and cunning, and a trace of surprise flashed across her face.
"How did you find me?" Her voice was clear and sweet like a bird's chirp.
"Looks like you were the one who gave him pointers back then …" Garon did not answer directly. He stared at the little girl. "I was wondering when a kid like you could see my strength. You're so old and you're still pretending to be young. This is the first time I've seen a martial artist like you. "
"Brat! What do you mean old!? "The little girl's eyes changed. She suddenly felt like her sore spot had been poked. "Don't you know what it means to respect the old and love the young!? If it weren't for the fact that this kid isn't suitable to inherit my martial arts! Do you think I'd let him find you?! "
As soon as the little girl spoke, the guards around her were shocked. They quickly pulled out their guns and aimed at her.
"Don't be nervous. She's just an expert who practices a special martial art." Garon raised his hand to calm the guards down. "You guys go out first. I'll talk to them."
"I'm sorry. We have to supervise the whole process of unknown outsiders. This is Lieutenant General Lani's highest order!" A lieutenant walked in and said calmly. "Mr. Garon, please don't make things difficult for us." As soon as he walked in, he felt a strange sense of danger. It made his hair stand on end. His hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the gun at his waist. His gaze was fixed on the strange little girl.
Garen's gaze shifted and landed on the body of this young male lieutenant.
"That's fine. I understand your difficulties. Let's talk outside. "
He suddenly retracted his aura. Everyone immediately let out a sigh of relief.
He stood up and walked out of the guard room. He walked towards a small forest outside the manor.
The boy and the little girl followed closely behind. The three of them quickly disappeared into the forest.
He walked quickly in the forest for a distance until no one noticed him. Only then did he turn around and stop.
"Tell me. Who are you and what's your purpose?" Garon looked at the little girl behind him.
This little girl looked cute and petite. She was no more than eight or nine years old. He felt like an old monster had entered the body of a child. She was definitely not an ordinary martial artist.
She was only as tall as his waist. She wore a tattered red dress with suspenders. Her reddish-brown hair was straight and smooth. She had a horizontal fringe on her forehead. She wore thick black cotton socks and small red leather boots. Her skin was as smooth as snow. A pair of big wine-red eyes blinked.
She walked in the forest with thick leaves. Her long hair swayed with every step she took. She gave off a pure and cute vibe. If it wasn't for the sly and experienced look on her face, no one would think that there was a problem.
However, ever since Garon became a Grandmaster of Combat, he rarely judged people by their appearance.
"What's your purpose?"
He looked at this strange little girl quietly.
"You can call me Celine. My purpose is simple. I want you to take Erudas as your disciple. "The little girl Celine didn't beat around the bush and spoke frankly. "I didn't plan to expose myself. However, to be on the safe side, I think it's better to be honest to avoid repercussions in the future."
Garen glanced at the confused little boy who was following behind him.
"I've heard that in the Secret Martial Arts world, there are Secret Martial Arts that can reduce the size of one's body and reduce the loss of energy to extend one's life. I didn't expect to see such an example."
"As long as you know how powerful I am." The little girl raised her chin proudly. "I originally planned to take him as my disciple. However, my martial arts are completely different from his. When I saw you go to Yoda's place that day, I noticed that your martial arts style is very compatible with this little guy's personality. Most importantly, this little guy Erudas looks like he's determined to follow you! He actually stupidly followed your instructions and did all the training! "
She looked like she was having a headache.
"I've just witnessed Duskdune Shura's strength. Rumor has it that he was the peak of the previous generation. I wonder how strong you are. "Garon changed the topic and said calmly. A powerful and terrifying aura began to gather around his body.
A large amount of aura surrounded him and condensed into the shadow of a giant elephant.
There was no roar, no movement. The giant elephant just quietly surrounded Garon. It stood there, its eyes seemed to be filled with a terrifying bloody light.
An invisible pressure suddenly pressed down on the little girl Celine.
"Duskdune Shura … You've already met him?" Celine was surprised. Her small body flipped and jumped away, easily avoiding Garon's aura suppression.
Garon's eyes narrowed. The opponent avoided his aura suppression so easily and didn't confront him directly. Obviously, she wasn't an ordinary person. A martial artist who could accurately sense the speed and range of aura suppression was at least a Grandmaster of Combat with his own aura.
He slowly raised his right hand and was about to start the fight.
"Don't be nervous! It's not your style to bully little kids, right? If word gets out that the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate's Divine General bullied a seven-year-old girl, sob … sob … "Celine's expression changed immediately. Her eyes were filled with tears. She then pulled down her shirt, revealing her white jade-like shoulders and shouted. "Strong …!"
Slap!
Garon's face twitched as he rushed over and covered her mouth.
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