For a moment, Garon felt that the left side of his body was hot, while the right side was cold. An indescribable feeling of dizziness assaulted his brain, as if someone was hammering his head repeatedly.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He could hear his heart beating, beat after beat, as heavy as a war drum. With each heartbeat, slowly, the hot and cold sides of Garon's body began to intertwine.
Two streams of blood, one hot and one cold, intertwined, forming a delicate spiral structure, which began to flow rapidly in Garon's body.
In the testing hall, the cold moonlight shone in through the high window, covering Garon's body like a white veil.
He stood stiffly in front of the sandbag, his face flushed red like a cooked shrimp. His hair, body, and pants were all covered in a faint mist of sweat.
After an unknown amount of time.
There was a cracking sound.
Garon slowly moved his body, the crisp sound of joints cracking could be heard from his bones. Immediately after, all of his joints began to emit crisp crackling sounds, like the sound of beans being fried.
His brain finally woke up, the first thing Garon did was to walk in front of the 200-pound sandbag, raise his right arm, and take a deep breath.
Bam!
The sandbag was lifted high and flew over the passing line, causing the metal frame to creak. Then, he swayed back, but Garen steadied him with a smack.
"My strength has increased again …" He opened his right palm and looked at his skin. The surface of his palm seemed to be plated with a layer of crystal clear cuticle, hitting the sandbag with his bare hand was like hitting with a glove, there was no pain at all. Before this, he also felt a slight pain when he hit the sandbag with his bare hand.
The attribute pane at the bottom of his vision changed again.
His strength increased from 0.52 to 0.53, and his vitality also increased from 0.31 to 0.33.
"Combined with the Explosive Fist Arts, the toughness of my skin has increased by a lot …" Garon rubbed his hands and scanned the entire testing hall. He found a brown wooden shelf in the corner, filled with various cold weapons.
Knight's sword, triangular shield, machete, epee, dagger, hammer, axe. It was filled with all kinds of common weapons.
Garon walked over, took out a silver dagger, and gently pulled it out of its sheath.
The dagger reflected a layer of faint silver light under the moonlight. The tip of the dagger was even a little dazzling and looked abnormally sharp.
Holding the dagger, he gently slit the back of his hand.
Hiss …
It was as if he had scratched hard cowhide, leaving only a small white scratch on his arm.
"Sure enough … The Violent Fist Art has increased the toughness of the body, this is true! No wonder there's a training method of using a wooden mallet to hit the body. "
Garon was overjoyed. Then, he slowly increased his strength.
Starting from the estimated strength of about one pound, he slowly increased the force.
2 pounds … 3 pounds … 5 pounds … 10 pounds … 15 pounds … 20 pounds!!
Suddenly, a small wound appeared on his arm from the dagger. The tip of the dagger had just cut into his muscle when it was immediately stuck, unable to move at all.
Garon felt a sharp pain in his arm and immediately withdrew the dagger.
"About 20 pounds … Just barely enough to pierce my skin. What a powerful Violent Fist Art. No wonder it takes years of training to master and requires a certain amount of talent. As expected of the White Cloud Dojo's signature martial arts! "
After all, he was only relaxing his muscles to the extent that he could defend against a dagger with 20 pounds of force. If he tightened his muscles …
Garon thought for a while and began to test the strength of the dagger by tightening his muscles.
He started from 20 pounds and increased it to 50 pounds before it barely pierced his muscle.
"This level is already close to the Body Hardening Technique … Amazing!"
Putting the dagger back on the shelf, Garon relaxed his muscles. Only then did he notice that blood was slowly flowing out of his arm. However, it quickly coagulated.
Looking at his remaining potential, he was left with 24%. Garon tidied up his body and put on his clothes. He then picked up the key hanging beside the sandbag and left the testing hall.
As an official student, anyone had the right to use the training and testing facilities of the dojo at any time. Therefore, every official student in the dojo had a key to open the door.
Walking out of the dojo's door, there was no one on the street. A cold wind blew a newspaper on the street away slowly.
Garon began to jog along the night street towards his house. This was one of the training methods that he had developed recently.
It was close to 10 o 'clock, and this street was relatively secluded. There were not many people to begin with. Garon chose to run on a secluded path so that he could have more space to run.
After running for more than ten minutes, he only saw a few people.
The dim yellow streetlights shone on the quiet street. Only the sound of Garon's footsteps echoed. Occasionally, the sound of a shop closing could be heard from afar.
Beep beep!
Suddenly, the sound of a car horn could be heard from the corner of the dark street ahead.
Garon jogged from the middle of the street to the left. He saw a black vintage car coming from his right. The yellow headlights dazzled his eyes as it turned the corner. Garon raised his hand to block it.
The moment the vintage car passed by him, the number in Garon's vision suddenly jumped.
"Potential is moving!!?"
He turned around and rushed towards the vintage car. In his vision, the remaining 23% of his potential increased rapidly. In the instant that it brushed past him, it suddenly increased to 45%.
For a moment, he did not think much of it. The only thought in his mind was to stop the vintage car.
There was no jewelry in Huaishan City that could absorb potential. This was the only one!
"Can you please stop the car!"
Garon ran to the front of the vintage car, opened his arms and shouted.
The cars in this world were slow. After being blocked, the vintage car did not seem to have any intention of stopping. It directly ran over Garon.
"F * ck!"
Garon hurriedly moved aside and chased after the car.
"Kill him."
He vaguely heard a woman's voice. Then, he saw a person wearing black gloves in the front passenger seat. She was about to open the car door.
With a bang, the car door suddenly opened and hit Garon. A black dagger silently stabbed towards Garon's lower abdomen.
Garon's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively reached for the arm behind the dagger. Then, he reflexively punched the car window with his left hand.
Crack! Crash!
The arm holding the dagger was easily broken like a dry branch. Red muscles and white tendons were torn apart. Blood splattered all over the car door.
At the same time, the car window was also easily smashed through. In the rain of glass shards, Garon's left hand punched the face of the person in the front passenger seat.
The person's face caved in. His nose, mouth, and eyes were all twisted together. They were dyed red by blood. The white bone shards of the bullet made a crisp sound as it hit the windshield.
Garon was stunned.
The driver in the car was also stunned.
The vintage car continued to move forward. The car door hanging from Garon's hand was pulled open by the force of the car. A slim body rolled out of the car. It was a young girl with a good figure.
The girl rolled in front of Garon. Her face was completely smashed. It was red and white like tofu mixed with ketchup. The black dagger in her right hand was broken and tilted to the side. The black windbreaker on her body accentuated her curvy figure. Her breasts were full and her waist was thin. Deep cleavage could be faintly seen on the body's chest.
From the way she dressed and her figure, she was a young girl.
Amidst the thick stench of blood, Garen could also smell a faint perfume.
Looking at the corpse in front of him, Garen raised his head and stared blankly at the old car that was driving away. He could vaguely see the body shape of the driver and the pair of cold red eyes that looked back at him.
"I killed someone …" Looking at the bright red spots on his brown pants, Garon suddenly felt a sense of panic that he had never felt before.
"I killed someone …" He murmured and looked down at the girl's body.
Suddenly, he scanned his surroundings. There was no one on the street. After confirming that no one saw him, Garon rolled up his bloodstained pants and ran without saying a word.
His panicked and unrhythmic footsteps gradually faded away.
He ran back home and opened the door with the key. Garon rushed to his bedroom without saying a word.
"Oh, it's brother … I'll put your allowance for next week on the dining table …" Ying Er opened the door and came out of the bedroom. She was stunned when she saw Garen walking past her. Her face was pale and she stopped talking abruptly.
Bang!
The bedroom door was closed.
"Garon is back? Why didn't you shower after going for a jog? "Mother Vania opened the bedroom door and asked.
"Oh, it's Garon. Did you go out for a workout again?" Father Eisen's voice came from the bedroom.
"Yes, but he came back in a hurry today. He rushed to his bedroom as soon as he came in. He didn't even see anyone. "Mother complained and closed the door.
Huff … Huff …
Huff …
Garon leaned against the door and gasped for breath. His face was frighteningly pale. His pupils were contracting and expanding.
The moment when he killed the young girl with a single punch was still clearly replaying in his mind. Broken white bones, scarlet blood, a broken arm, and a pair of red eyes.
"No one should have seen it." Garon carefully recalled the surrounding situation. There was indeed no one on the street. It was a very secluded corner. The street lights were dim and it was also a blind spot for cars.
"No one saw it except for the driver!" Garon reorganized the situation and murmured with certainty.
Although he had already mastered the excessive increase in strength after training. But in a critical moment, when his life was in danger, Garon instinctively used all of his strength. And he was afraid that he didn't have enough strength, so he used all of his strength!
In the end, the girl was dead.
Dong dong dong …
"Brother, are you okay?" Ying Er's voice came from outside the door.
"I'm fine. I'll be right out after I change." Garon tried to answer in a normal tone.
"Oh, then I'll boil some water for you first."
"Okay, thanks."
The sound of footsteps gradually left.
Garon calmed his racing heart. He took out his pajamas from the closet and put them on. He crumpled the official disciple's brown uniform into a ball and exposed the side that wasn't stained with blood. Then he walked to the door and opened it.
What!
"What are you doing!!?" There was a figure standing at the door. It was Ying Er in her school uniform.
Garon wanted to close the door, but Ying Er blocked it with her foot. He didn't have time to think. Before the door was opened, he turned around and rushed out a few steps. He directly put the changed clothes under the bed and sat on the bed with his feet blocking the position.
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