The humming sound of the plane echoed in the cabin. Amidst the noise was the incessant tapping of telegrams.
Garon sat on the right side of the cabin. He wore a golden earring on his left ear. The earring was clipped directly to his earlobe. The tip of the earring could not pierce his skin. It could only be fixed in this way.
He touched the earring. There was a number 9 engraved on it. This was the symbol of the Ninth Golden Hoop. When using the resources of the Golden Hoop, he had to show the symbol of the Golden Hoop when meeting with his subordinates.
The plane was not big. It could only seat a dozen people.
The pilots were two men in black from the Golden Hoop. They also wore golden earrings, but their numbers were over 200.
Third Senior Brother Jessie sat next to him. Two bodyguards with sharpshooters sandwiched them in front and behind to protect them.
The people from the White Cloud Gate, Simon, Curling, and the rest of the core disciples sat at the back. Among the core disciples, two eye-catching figures stood out from the crowd.
Cynthia, who looked like a little girl, wore a simple t-shirt and jeans. Her long hair draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the window and hummed softly. Beside her was Jack, who was with her.
Both of them were the captains of the Manuyllton Gang that Garon subdued in Huaishan City.
While Garon was away, although they did not join the dojo, they often communicated with Curling and Simon. They also provided some crucial information.
This time, they were brought out to protect the new core disciples of the White Cloud Gate who had never seen firearms before.
"Second Senior Brother, do you know anything about gun skills?" Garon suddenly turned to look at Jessie. He had always been suspicious of Yoda's gun skills.
"Gun skills?" Jessie frowned. "The Will brothers that my mother found for me are all experts in gun skills. You can ask them if you have any questions. I am not familiar with this area."
He paused. "Or do you suspect that the traitor Rosetta will use gun skills against us?" His face darkened.
Garon looked at his face and knew that all his thoughts were focused on finding Rosetta for revenge. He would associate everything with her. Thus, he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he looked at the spear expert who had Yoda's aura.
This person was a dark-skinned bald man with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. He looked like a professor.
"My name is Mordin Will. You can call me Mordin."
Garon nodded. "So, Mr. Mordin, how did you train and reach such a high level of proficiency with the spear? Don't deny it. I can see that your standard is already very high. "
A hint of surprise flashed in Mordin's eyes before he smiled.
"Your eyesight is really good. I've just broken through recently, and I feel like I've entered a whole new realm. I didn't expect you to see through it so quickly."
He pondered for a moment, as if he was weighing his words.
"How should I put it? Spear arts were actually similar to martial arts. It was just that the defensive aspect was simplified, leaving only the attacking and dodging aspects. These are the two parts we're focusing on. "
"Can you tell me how you train them?" Garon was interested.
"Of course." Mordin paused. "In the beginning, we practiced fixed-point shooting, which is shooting at stationary targets. While we were practicing, we had to find the most suitable gun for ourselves. It could be a standard gun or a custom-made gun. Either way, it had to be handy. Once we found the most suitable gun for ourselves, we had to achieve a bullseye accuracy of more than 90% on stationary targets. This stage, we call it Level One. "
"Next is Level Two. We had to constantly adapt to the gun's maximum shooting range and be able to maintain at least 50% accuracy at the longest distance. At the same time, we had to shoot at a moving target with an accuracy of more than 90%. This is Level Two. "
"What about Level Three?" Garon asked. He wasn't the only one. Curling, Simon, Cynthia, Jack, and a few others who were behind him were attracted to this. These things were not something that could be heard normally. This level was clearly a precise division of the spear arts. Even Second Senior Apprentice showed an interested expression as it was his first time hearing this.
"Level Three, find what you're best at. Based on the previous foundation, your dodging ability will increase and reach a level where you have more than a 50% chance of dodging the shots of Level One and Level Two gunmen. At the same time, you'll have a clear understanding of all the gun's characteristics, strengths and weaknesses, bullet trajectories, bullet marks, and the types of gunpowder. You'll have the ability to make your own modified bullets and guns.
At this level, the gun will become more suitable for you. Its effects will also be more in line with the gunman's strengths and performance. "Mordin's face showed a hint of pride." I belong to this level. At this level, even if you're faced with a hail of bullets, as long as there are no stray bullets or too many people, you won't be in too much danger. Of course, there are strong and weak levels within Level Three. Different types of guns have different effects in different environments. Moreover, the number of muzzles you can dodge at the same time, your adaptability to the environment, your perseverance, strategy, reaction speed, and so on are the key to victory. "
"It's just like martial arts, right? Are there any stronger ones? "Garon asked calmly.
"Indeed." Mordin nodded. "Level Four, that's the rumored level. Controlling multiple guns at the same time, there are no blind spots in all directions. Before the enemy can shoot, you'll finish them off as fast as lightning. At this level, you'll be able to solo a Grandmaster of Combat. The strongest among them was a gun master who appeared a long time ago, the Eight-Arm Dragon King, Yoda. Legend has it that he can use his gun to fight a Grandmaster of Combat. It's hard to imagine. "
"A gun master who can fight a Grandmaster of Combat head-on … That's really impressive." Garon nodded.
"You don't play with guns, so you don't understand." Mordin shook his head. "To be able to fight a Grandmaster of Combat head-on, this means that the gunman must be able to keep up with the Grandmaster of Combat's speed. You know, a speed-type Grandmaster of Combat can cross more than ten meters in the blink of an eye. If you can't keep up with their speed, your neck will be cut off before you can even position your gun properly."
"In other words, that Eight-Arm Dragon King must have at least the eyesight and reaction speed of a Grandmaster of Combat?" Garcia was shocked. "Isn't that too much? That Yoda isn't a Grandmaster of Combat. How did he train his eyesight and reaction speed? "
"There should be a series of secret training methods." Mordin shook his head to show that he didn't know either. "This is an example of a solo fight against a Grandmaster of Combat. Of course, no matter how strong a Grandmaster of Combat is, he can't defend himself against multiple firearms. That's why I suggest that you all learn some gun skills. Combined with your martial arts training, you'll be many times stronger. "
For a moment, everyone fell into silence.
Garon glanced at the people around him.
"How long did it take you to reach Level Three in your gun skills?"
"It takes three years if you have the talent, but everyone's limit is different. Everyone's limit is different. "Mordin said arrogantly. "But if you don't have the talent, you'll need time and ammunition. Usually, it'll take twice as long, at least six years."
"Then are there many Level Three gunmen?"
"One out of a thousand."
Garon fell silent. It wasn't that the ratio was too low. On the contrary, the ratio was too high.
It only took a few Level Three gunmen to completely surround and kill a non-speed-type Grandmaster of Combat. How many of these gunmen existed in the Confederation's army of 1.5 million? There must be Level Four gunmen, but how many Level Four gunmen were there?
This was an unknown.
Garon finally understood why Duskdune Shura was heavily injured by the Slash Squad.
This was the power of the government.
One could imagine how many Gun Masters there were in the Confederation's army alone. What about Martial Arts Masters? How many were there in the world?
For a moment, no one spoke in the cabin. Everyone sank into a faint sense of decadence and gloom. This was the sorrow of Martial Arts.
The power of firearms was too strong. Compared to Martial Arts, which was difficult to learn, firearms were also powerful enough. It was also much easier and easier for everyone to learn.
The journey slowly passed in silence and contemplation.
In the afternoon, when the plane arrived at Lake Shore West City, it was already afternoon.
The people from the Golden Hoop arranged a hotel for everyone to stay in. The hotel was very luxurious. There was even a special training room for people to train their bodies.
*****
Bang!!
Cynthia kicked Garon's body, creating a circle of white dust. Just as she was about to leave, her right leg was grabbed by Garon.
"If you want to learn my Mammoth Secret Technique, the first thing you have to do is … take a beating!" Garon's face was calm. He grabbed her leg and swung it lightly.
Bang!!
Cynthia was violently swung up and smashed against the wall.
She groaned in pain. After being released by Garon, she staggered two steps back. She rushed up fiercely again. A sharp knife popped out from the bottom of her foot. She kicked upwards.
With a swoosh, the sharp knife brushed past the tip of Garon's nose. It missed by a hair's breadth. As her foot missed, Cynthia suddenly felt something was wrong. As expected, a strong force came from the inside of her thigh. Her whole body flew out like a cloud.
Boom!
She fell directly onto the rubberized floor. She struggled to get up, but she could no longer stand up.
Just as she raised her head, she saw Jack, who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak an attack, was also lightly thrown aside. He fell heavily beside her and could no longer get up.
Both of them were covered in sweat. They were battered and exhausted. Most of their clothes were wet.
Garon walked slowly in front of them.
"You've improved well. You're much stronger than when you started. Combined with firearms, you're still a threat to martial artists below the level of a Grandmaster of Combat. "
Cynthia struggled to stand up, but she couldn't control her body at all.
"You let us sneak attack you like this. Aren't you afraid that I'll surpass you one day and kill you?" She stared at Garon with a complicated expression. "You're only a little older than me. If you can reach this level of strength, I can too!"
"Under the same conditions, I won't lose to anyone!" Garon said calmly. "This is what you said before. That's why I promised to give you the best conditions to train yourself. The medicine and resources are all the best … If you can really do it, then come. I'll be waiting for you in front. But, as long as you can't reach this goal, you can only be mine forever. "
"Rest well. We'll be leaving early tomorrow morning."
He slowly walked past the two of them and left the room. The oppressive atmosphere in the training room slowly dissipated as he left.
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