Cynthia took a deep breath and finally lowered her head to catch her breath. Sweat trickled down from her temples.
"Garon is getting scarier …" Jack smiled bitterly, "Just looking into his eyes makes me feel scared … I didn't even feel this way when I was facing the machine gun bunker. I can't believe you dared to talk to him for so long. "
"He's not much older than me!" Cynthia said bitterly, "I can't forget the time when he forced me into a corner! No matter where! I'll be number one! It was the same in the assassin training camp! It was the same in the training camp! It was the same in the company!! We're the same age, how can he be so much stronger than me!! "
She recalled the words she heard on the plane, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
"You heard it too, as long as one's Spear Arts reaches the fourth level, one will be able to threaten a Grandmaster of Combat. If I practice Spear Arts with my Martial Arts, I'll definitely be powerful! "
"You …" Jack smiled bitterly, he didn't know what to say. He decided to just lie on the ground and let his sweat drip down.
*****
Huan West City, Red Sand Sword Gate Main Base.
An old oriental style courtyard, the walls were brown and the roof was red.
Inside the spacious wooden training hall, five people in red were respectfully burning incense to a portrait.
The leader was the current Gate Master of Red Sand Sword, a handsome man with red hair. After burning the incense, he touched the sword at his waist. He turned around and looked at the four old men behind him.
"Elders, the traitor is back."
One of the four white-haired elders gnashed his teeth in anger.
"That traitor actually …!"
The other three, two old men and one old woman, were expressionless. The atmosphere was unusually heavy.
"Who will be responsible for dealing with him?" The Gate Master glanced at the elders.
The elder who had spoken up earlier immediately fell silent.
The four of them were silent, they didn't dare to speak.
"Sigh …" The Gate Master sighed, "Didn't you all hate him to the core? Now that he's here, you all are silent? "
Silence again.
The Gate Master glanced at the four elders in disappointment, he didn't know what to say.
"Sect Master, Clark is too dangerous. I suggest we surround and kill him. There's no need to pay attention to the rules of the competition. "An elder muttered.
"Yes, Elder Kane is right. We need to work together and mobilize all our forces. We must keep the shame of the Crimson Sand Sword Gate at the headquarters! "
"I suggest that all the top five disciples move out, as well as the first seat of each branch. Our elders will support them from the side."
"We can design a place and use the gun squad …"
Immediately, the elders began to speak enthusiastically.
"Stop arguing." The Sect Master waved his hand weakly. "Where is Beo?"
"He's still resting. This time, he went out to carry out a mission for the Federation. His injuries aren't light." An elder replied.
Clark, the shame and shadow of Crimson Sand Sword Gate.
He was the strongest genius in the history of the Crimson Sand Sword Gate! It only took him three years to complete the transformation from zero foundation to a Grandmaster of Combat.
Once known as the Crimson Sand Sword, Palosa was wholeheartedly nurtured by the elders of the sect. When he became famous, Andrela was still doing basic training.
Clark laid the most solid foundation for the Crimson Sand Sword's power. He trained the strongest secret technique in the sect: Crimson Veil Secret Sword. He trained to an unprecedented peak, surpassing all his seniors and became the strongest person in the entire Crimson Sand Sword Gate!
He led his disciples to conquer the east and west. No matter if it was direct confrontations or secret confrontations, he defeated them all. Clark's reputation also reached an all-time high.
Unfortunately, after reaching the peak, Clark did not advance any further. He could no longer see any hope of moving forward in the sect.
He was extremely tired of the constant battles and fame. Finally, one day, the depression caused by this tiredness exploded. One day five years ago, he defected.
Under the temptation of the Behemoth Gate, he killed his master and his beloved senior sister. Anyone who stood in his way, anyone he cared about, he killed them all.
The Behemoth Gate's motto was to be merciless.
Defecting was the first condition. Killing the most important person in your heart was the second condition.
This was the price of joining. There was no turning back.
The Crimson Sand Sword Gate changed overnight. The elites who went after him were either killed or heavily injured. The entire sect fell from its peak and was later overtaken by the Celestial Circle Gate.
"No one can kill him …" Recalling the experience of chasing after Clark, an elder's face showed helplessness, sadness, sadness, and a trace of fear.
"Yes …" The Gate Master sighed sadly. "He has already surpassed me. He betrayed the sect in order to pursue a stronger path. I don't even know how strong he is now."
"We can ask Andrela from the Celestial Circle Gate to help." An elder suggested.
"There's too little time, there's not enough time. Moreover, although Andrela is strong, he's still lacking … "The Gate Master shook his head. "Even I don't have the confidence to do it, let alone him. I know Clark very well. He's a genius at finding weaknesses. He once found the weakness of the Celestial Circle Gate's secret technique. He also knows our sect's secret techniques like the back of his hand. We're no threat to him. "
He paused for a moment. "At first, I thought he was dead when he disappeared without a trace. I didn't expect … Forget it, gather all the First Seats and guard the headquarters. "
For a moment, the atmosphere in the training ground was tense.
*****
The next day.
Garon and the others scattered to gather information. The person in charge of the Golden Hoop in this city was the Eighth Hoop. He was the pale-faced man who invited Garon to join. After meeting with Garon, he readily agreed to provide manpower to gather information on Rosetta.
For a moment, all the gangsters on the streets, the hired thugs in the dark, and even the shop owners were all mobilized by the Eighth Hoop.
At the same time, in the outskirts of Lake Shore West City.
Two black capes stood quietly in the poplar forest, looking at the two policemen who ran into the Crimson Sand Sword Gate's base. The morning sun shone on their cloaks, faintly reflecting a scale-like luster. The white arc on their backs became more and more eye-catching.
"They really went to the Crimson Sand Sword's branch. This city is the Crimson Sand Sword Gate's base. They must be trying to seek protection from the Crimson Sand Sword Gate. " Rosetta looked at the Crimson Sand Sword Gate's buildings in the suburbs by the lake, and looked at her partner with interest. "What do you plan to do now?"
The other caped man took off his hood, revealing a head of short white hair. His face was delicate, and his eyes were a rare purplish-red color.
"Crimson Sand Sword Gate? What a nostalgic name … "He sighed lightly. "Looks like they want to send the item to the Crimson Sand Sword Gate for safekeeping. That's good, I haven't gone back for a long time. It's been so many years, I wonder if the Gate Master is still as indecisive as before. "
"You want to go back?" Rosetta was shocked, "There are so many masters in the Crimson Sand Sword Gate, you dare to barge in?"
"I just want to see how much the Crimson Sand Sword Gate has improved after so many years." Clark said lightly.
He smiled and walked slowly towards the Crimson Sand Sword Gate's branch. He walked out without any disguise.
Rosetta hesitated for a moment, and followed him out.
*****
"What are they looking for?" Garon frowned, looking at Golden Hoop Number 8 opposite him. The two of them sat in a tea room, quietly drinking black tea. There was a record player on the table, and soft music slowly floated in the room.
"Yes, they have no intention of hiding their tracks. Just an hour ago, a branch of the Crimson Sand Sword Gate in the suburbs caught fire. No one escaped, and more than ten Martial Masters and disciples who were guarding the gate were all killed." Golden Hoop Number 8 sighed, "No wonder they were once the strongest prodigy, their methods are extraordinarily ruthless."
"What exactly are they looking for?"
"It's said to be a Secret Technique Scroll leaked from the Behemoth Gate. The Behemoth Gate sent out members to search for this matter, and actually found many copies of the scroll. Now people everywhere are retrieving all the scrolls. "Golden Hoop Number 8 laughed, and took a sip of tea.
"Behemoth Gate." Garon squinted his eyes, "Can you determine their location?"
"It's difficult. But … "Golden Hoop Number 8 smiled," I've checked Clark's information, that guy will definitely go to the Crimson Sand Sword Gate's headquarters tonight. You can go there directly. "
Garon was silent for a while.
"Thank you."
He stood up and walked out of the tea room.
"No need."
Golden Hoop Number 8 looked at Garon's back and smiled.
Clark, the strongest prodigy in the history of the Crimson Sand Sword Gate, had been in the Behemoth Gate for five years. No one knew how strong he was now.
And Garon was a new generation of prodigy, known as the number one young Grandmaster of Combat in the South.
"Hehe, this is getting interesting." Golden Hoop Number 8 picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup.
Garon walked out of the tea room. On the street outside, Curling, Simon, Cynthia and Jack were all waiting outside.
"Have the core students been arranged?"
"I asked Chilina to stay in the hotel." Curling nodded.
"There's no problem on my side, everything is ready." Simon nodded affirmatively. "My disciple is an expert in this aspect!" He said proudly.
"You two stay too." Garon said calmly.
"Why!?" Curling immediately got angry.
"No reason." Garon turned and walked to the car by the road.
"Okay, okay, Curling, senior brother is doing this for our own good, it's too dangerous to go together." Simon actually comforted him at this time.
Cynthia and Jack followed Garon into the car, Cynthia even made a face at Curling.
"Why can they go?!" Curling said unwillingly.
"Because you're too weak." Cynthia started to hum.
"Drive." Garon ordered calmly.
"Yes, sir."
The driver of the Golden Hoop immediately started the car and moved forward.
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