Sitting in the car, Garon closed his eyes.
"Clark …" He wasn't sure what kind of opponent this Clark was.
"I heard he's the strongest Grandmaster of Combat in the history of Crimson Sand Sword," Jack whispered from the passenger seat, "Boss, I've done some research. Before Clark joined Behemoth Gate, he used his own strength to suppress Celestial Circle Gate. After he betrayed Behemoth Gate, he took the core martial arts with him. In terms of strength, he should be on par with Duskdune Shura. "
"On par with Duskdune Shura, which means he's still weaker than Duskdune Shura?" Garon said calmly.
"Hmm, you can say that." Jack nodded, "Duskdune Shura once commented that among the younger generation, the only one who could pose a threat to him was Clark."
"That's a very high comment, but it's a comment that puts himself in a higher position and looks down on others. In other words, he's only a threat. "Garon shook his head," Alright, let's see how strong I am now. "
"Of course you're the strongest, boss." Jack whistled.
When the car was one kilometer away from Crimson Sand Sword's headquarters, they found a deserted street and stopped.
Garon sat in the car, looking at the sky above Crimson Sand Sword's headquarters. There were people from the Eighth Hoop there, waiting for Clark and Rosetta to show up.
The sky went from bright to dark, and then to gloomy. There was a light drizzle in the afternoon, and the streets were even more deserted.
The driver of the Golden Hoop looked at Garen through the rearview mirror.
"Sir, what do you want to eat?"
"I'll go get some snacks." "I brought some beef jerky with me, it's air-dried chili beef, it tastes good." Cynthia and Jack both had their own plans.
Garon asked the driver to buy four hard-boiled eggs for dinner.
Lake Shore West City was much bigger than Huaishan, almost three times bigger. However, the population was only half of Huaishan's. The driver walked around for a while before finding a stall that sold hard-boiled eggs, and bought seven or eight of them.
After finishing his dinner, the sky finally turned completely dark.
Bang!
In the sky above Crimson Sand Sword's headquarters, a small ball of white light suddenly lit up like a mushroom.
Garon focused his gaze.
"He's here."
He pushed the door open and got out of the car. Cynthia and Jack each prepared their guns and followed him out of the car.
"Hide yourself." Garon said calmly as he rushed towards the Crimson Sand Sword.
*****
Clang clang!
After two crisp sounds, Clark's arched body slowly straightened, and the thin sword in his hand slowly retracted.
Beside him, the two gray-haired old men each took a step back, and the thin swords in their hands automatically broke into two pieces. Both of their faces were filled with shock.
"Double Strike Sword … You actually mastered Double Strike Sword!!"
One of them stuttered, and even his voice was trembling.
The Gate Master of the Crimson Sand Sword stood in the middle of the courtyard with a large group of people standing behind him. They were all elites of the sect.
Clark smiled and looked around at the cowering Crimson Sand Sword Gate members.
"Hand it over. It's not something you can touch."
His gaze fell upon the two policemen behind the Gate Master of the Crimson Sand Sword.
Their faces were pale, and their spirits were low. Running for a long time had taken a toll on their bodies.
The situation in the courtyard was very strange.
Clark and Rosetta were surrounded, and there were already more than ten members lying on the ground. The rest of the people didn't dare to approach them, and were only guarding from afar.
Outside the courtyard of the Crimson Sand Sword, there was a dense group of people in black uniforms. These people looked like they were together, but in fact, the symbols on their uniforms were different. Some had white arcs, which was the symbol of the Behemoth Gate. Some had black crosses, which was the symbol of the Black Mark Association.
There were two leaders in front of the Black Mark Association. One was a middle-aged woman, and the other was a burly man like an iron tower. The two of them stood side by side, quietly observing the situation in the courtyard.
The Gate Master of the Crimson Sand Sword glanced around.
"Clark, you brought people from the Behemoth Gate and Black Mark Association here, are you trying to put pressure on our sect?"
The situation now was very delicate. The people from the Black Mark Association weren't wholeheartedly helping Clark, and they also wanted the secret manual of the Behemoth Gate. They could be considered as an independent force.
Furthermore, other than the Behemoth Gate forces represented by Clark and Rosetta, there were also people from the Celestial Circle Gate rushing here. The people from the Crimson Sand Sword had already notified the people from the Celestial Circle Gate.
As long as someone could stop Clark, then they might be able to keep the secret manual.
The Gate Master's eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth curled into a confident smile. Whether or not he was confident, he had to show enough confidence to pacify his people.
He glanced at the two elders not far away from Clark. Both of them were bleeding from their hands. Obviously, they were injured by the recoil when they tried to ambush Clark from behind.
Clark didn't even turn around. He just casually swung his sword and blocked the full force ambush from the two behind him.
"If the ambush doesn't work, then we'll surround him! I don't believe he can walk out of this courtyard today. "The Gate Master's eyes flashed coldly. He glanced at the people from the Black Mark Association.
He flicked his thumb and pinky.
Bam!!
Suddenly, there was a series of footsteps. The four people at the front of the Crimson Sand Sword, along with the two who ambushed them, a total of seven Grandmasters of Combat rushed towards Clark.
The Gate Master raised his hand, and a black scroll was tossed ten meters high into the air. That was the secret manual that the Behemoth Gate requested to be destroyed.
The people from the Black Mark Association were envious, and the people from the Behemoth Gate also moved quickly.
At the same time, there was the sound of clothes fluttering in the dark. Another two unknown Grandmasters with manic Bravery jumped up and grabbed the scroll.
Everyone's attention was focused on the scroll in the air.
"Fist King Leo!!" "Sky Warrior Corbella!!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Someone recognized the two Grandmasters of Combat who jumped up first.
The big shots of the Black Mark Association, one of the three Fist Kings, Leo, and Sky Warrior Corbella from the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate!
Boom!!
The two enormous auras collided in the air with a loud bang. Everyone felt as if a muffled hammer had ruthlessly smashed into their heads, and their vision faintly began to spin.
The clear cry of an eagle and the roar of a tiger could be heard in the air.
With a bang, the two of them collided in the air, and flew in opposite directions.
Fist King Leo fell into the Black Mark Association's camp, while Sky Warrior Corbella fell into the crowd of Crimson Sand Sword disciples.
"Now!!"
The Gate Master of Crimson Sand Sword roared. Instantly, all the disciples and elders of the Crimson Sand Sword, as well as the Grandmasters of the various branches, rushed towards the people from the Behemoth Gate.
Some of them even took out their guns and started shooting. However, without proper training, they couldn't do anything to the agile Grandmasters of Martial Arts.
The scene became chaotic.
There were five people from the Crimson Sand Sword who were armed with submachine guns and shotguns, and started shooting at Clark.
Ding ding dang dang sounds of collisions rang out incessantly.
Sparks kept appearing around Clark, and his hand that was holding the sword disappeared. It was as if a transparent shield was formed around him, deflecting all the bullets coming from all directions.
The deflected bullets even avoided the people from the Behemoth Gate, and went straight towards the people from the Crimson Sand Sword. In just a short while, a large number of people from the Crimson Sand Sword were down.
Amidst the sparks created by the bullets, Clark's face was flushed with a sickly red.
"As a Grandmaster of Combat, he actually relies on guns. The Crimson Sand Sword is really rotten."
Seeing that the guns were ineffective, the Gate Master gritted his teeth and led the four strongest Elders to attack.
The five of them surrounded Clark and attacked him with their swords, like five red shadows circling around him. Due to the high speed of their attacks, the sword body started to heat up. The specially made thin sword was extremely heat conductive, and very soon it turned red. As long as it touched the enemy, it would be penetrated and burned.
The shadows of the swords were like red sand, and this was how the Crimson Sand Sword became famous.
The five of them surrounded Clark, and they were in a chaotic battle. Five top fighters, even Clark was completely held back. No one dared to come within ten meters of him.
The six of them were from the same sect, and they were very familiar with each other's moves. There were no secrets between them, and they were competing with their own strength and foundation.
On the other side, the Black Mark Association's Fist King Leo and the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate's Sky Warrior Corbella were fighting again. It was a chaotic battle. Both sides were quite familiar with each other's strength, so they couldn't determine the winner in a short time.
The rest of the fighters were fighting with each other.
Rosetta was fighting with one of the First Seats of the Crimson Sand Sword. Her opponent was also a top fighter like her, close to the level of a Grandmaster of Combat. The red sand created by the shadows of the swords was slightly lighter, but its speed was not something a normal fighter could compare to. This was a top tier Secret Technique, the foundation of the Crimson Sand Sword.
Although she had joined the Behemoth Gate, the time she spent learning the stronger Secret Techniques was still too short. If her opponent was not distracted and kept looking in the direction of the Gate Master, she would have been defeated.
"Tsk tsk … Rosetta, you still haven't finished off your opponent?" A flirtatious female voice came from behind Rosetta.
"Angela! Mind your own business! "Rosetta's face darkened, and she started to get impatient. Her fist technique was messed up for a moment.
Psst!
Her left shoulder was grazed a little, and immediately a burning pain came from her shoulder.
Her opponent was already stronger than her, and she was a fighter, so she was at a disadvantage against a swordsman. Furthermore, the Crimson Sand Sword was the most troublesome type of swordsmanship. If she was careless, she would get burned. She was in a mess.
"As expected … With the name of Sky Warrior Garon, the higher-ups matched you with Clark. They had such high hopes for you, but you didn't live up to their expectations. How could you be worthy of Lord Clark with such trash strength? "
The woman standing behind Rosetta was dressed flirtatiously. She had a voluptuous body and light green short hair. She swung the short spike in her hand, and the enemies around her were all pierced with bloody holes. She walked among the fighters of the Crimson Sand Sword as if she was taking a stroll in the forest.
Rosetta clenched her teeth and tried to concentrate. Ever since Garen became famous, she was promoted to a very high position by the higher-ups to carry out missions with Clark. However, it was obvious that the Behemoth Gate's fighters, who were usually arrogant, were not happy with the promotion of a normal member to such a high position. Everyone thought that she was basking in the glory of Sky Warrior Garon.
Since her junior was so strong, as the senior sister, she should not be too weak. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she worked, her strength was still improving slowly. Sometimes she would even get injured from overtraining, causing her strength to regress.
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