Golden Hoop Number Eight purposely stayed behind and glanced at the broken metal bars of the prison gate. Although his face was expressionless, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
Although he had heard that Garon had defeated so many people in a head-on battle, he did not see it in person, so he did not feel anything. He only felt that it was very powerful.
But now, he had personally witnessed the scene of the killing.
Garen casually killed people as if he was stepping on an ant. A sense of absolute savagery and brutality pervaded Garen's body.
This speed! This power!! Golden Hoop Number Eight finally understood why the masters of Black Mark Association and Behemoth Gate were completely defeated by Garon.
Facing this kind of person, even if they were just close, they would feel extremely threatened and uneasy. If Garon used his full strength, he could not imagine what kind of terrifying scene it would be.
Garon silently followed the Warden into the depths of the prison. He could feel that although his strength did not increase, his speed had greatly increased, which in turn increased his explosive power. High speed also brought about a terrifying impact. Just like the palm strike just now, he did not use any secret techniques. It was just a combination of pure strength and speed to break the bars and kill the prisoners.
"Unknowingly, I have become so strong." He felt the cold and hard ground under his feet and smelled the thick smell of blood in the air. Soon, Rosetta's figure finally appeared in front of him on the right.
A group of people stood in front of Rosetta's prison. Third Senior Brother Garcia was guarding the prison gate, sitting on a chair. When he saw Garon and the others coming over, he slowly stood up.
"Garon, you're here?" Garcia looked very haggard, as if he had lost a lot of weight. There were dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not rested well for the past few days.
"You should go rest, Third Senior Brother." Garon frowned. "You're just torturing your body."
Garcia looked at Rosetta who was sitting cross-legged in the prison and nodded slowly.
"You can ask her, she won't say anything."
"Leave it to me." Garon nodded.
Garcia exchanged a few more pleasantries with Golden Hoop Number Eight, then left with the guards.
Golden Hoop Number Eight also knew that Garon wanted to ask him alone, so he retreated far away and went to inspect the other prisons.
The Head Warden knew what to do, so he sent all the prison guards away, including himself. He didn't want to stay by Garon's side for even a moment longer. The scene just now had scared him so much that he was still breaking out in cold sweat.
At that moment, there was no one else around. At the entrance of the black prison, there were only a few prisoners, Garon and Rosetta.
Rosetta was still wearing a black cloak. She sat cross-legged on the ground with her brown hair tied up behind her head. Her face was calm and her eyes were lifeless.
"Where's Second Senior Brother?" Garon asked, looking at her. "Tell me about Second Senior Brother Farak."
"Farak?" Rosetta raised her head and stared blankly at Garon. "Can you not kill me if I tell you?" Her eyes seemed to be filled with anger.
Garon just looked at her without saying anything.
Rosetta smiled bitterly.
"I never thought that there would be a time when I would regret it. Farak … he's dead."
Garon looked at her calmly. Although he had expected it, when he heard the news, he still felt a little sad.
When Farak was building his foundation, he often gave him pointers and helped him correct his mistakes. He was a man who seemed dangerous but was actually very gentle.
"How did he die?"
Rosetta smiled. "That day when I left the White Cloud Gate, he chased me all the way. We fought back and forth for more than 30 times. His throat was ripped out by my claw."
"What about the Elder?"
"He's dead too. I wanted to go into the library to look for something, but he dared to stop me. He had a death wish! He's already so old and he still wants to take advantage of his seniority. I killed him with one hit. "Rosetta's expression was blank.
She raised her head and suddenly smiled bitterly.
"The winner takes all. I might have thought that someone would come after me, but I didn't expect it to be you."
"What else do you want to say?" Garon was silent for a while, then said calmly.
"So this is the taste of fear …" Rosetta lowered her head and smiled bitterly. Her body was trembling slightly. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"According to the rules of the sect." Garon said, then turned around and walked deeper into the prison.
He didn't walk far before he heard Grand Senior Sister's voice behind him.
"The boat swings, swings … The water is green, green … You're right beside me … Standing in front of the lotus leaves and roots …"
It was a song. The voice sounded nostalgic and crazy. For some reason, Garon suddenly thought of Second Senior Brother Farak.
"You really like Second Senior Brother, don't you?"
The song behind him stopped. Rosetta sat on the ground and suddenly lowered her body. In the darkness, there was a faint sound of sobbing.
Garon closed his eyes. His heart was also rippling.
Without hesitation, he walked deeper into the prison.
Perhaps Grand Senior Sister regretted joining the Behemoth Gate in pursuit of higher martial arts. She regretted killing Second Senior Brother and the Elder and betraying the sect. There seemed to be a lot of unknown stories between her and Second Senior Brother. These stories would eventually disappear with the disappearance of both of them.
Garon didn't want to delve into it, and he didn't want to.
Because Master was in a coma for a long time, his body couldn't absorb the nutrients and eventually passed away. His last wish was to kill Rosetta.
He didn't tell him the reason, and Garon didn't want to ask. No matter what, this matter had been settled, and everything had been settled. Perhaps in the future, he would go to the east along the sea route to find the roots of the White Cloud Gate. But now, everything was over.
"There are always many helpless situations in life. That child made the wrong choice, so she had to pay the price."
In a single room on the left side of the prison, a white-haired old man said in a low voice.
"Take it easy, child." The old man's cloudy eyes were also filled with helplessness. Maybe Rosetta's song also brought back his memories.
"Who are you?" Garon stopped and looked at the man.
"Just an old man who's about to die. This is the prison of the Golden Hoop. At the same time, it's also where the Confederation used to imprison criminals. "The old man answered calmly.
"I'll remember you." Garon felt that this old man wasn't simple. His whole body was filled with a threatening aura, but his tone was unusually kind. He looked at the cell number of this prison: Number 12.
After leaving this place, he continued to move forward. There was no one guarding the front. This was a place that even the prison guards were afraid of. The Eighth Hoop had also introduced this place two days ago. Some of the terrifying prisoners could even kill with their saliva. Many of them were old men who had been imprisoned by the Confederation for god knows how many years. Each of them had committed heinous crimes, and even if they died countless times, it wouldn't be enough to appease their anger. They were only kept in prison for various reasons. Generations of prison guards and wardens had been replaced, but these old prisoners were still there. Some of them died of old age, and some were still stubbornly living on.
Garon found the Black Mark Association's King of Fist, Leo, in prison number 10. Because of her identity, Behemoth Gate's Angela was also locked up in a neighboring prison. They weren't locked up here because of their strength, but more because of their importance.
Both of them had heavy black shackles on their hands and feet. When they saw Garon coming over, both of them sat on the ground and looked up at Garon.
"Garon Lombard! If possible, I hope to become your subordinate! " King of Fist Leo seemed to be a little fanatical towards Garon, "In order to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, I killed people at the age of 15, and killed thousands of people by the age of 20! In order to pursue stronger martial arts, I joined the Black Mark Association! In order to pursue more resources, I became the link between the Black Mark Association and Behemoth Gate! But I didn't get anything! Until today!! "
He stood up suddenly, the metal shackles making loud banging sounds.
"I don't want martial arts to decline!! I want to prove that martial arts can also fight against firearms!! Until now! I finally see hope in you!! "
"What are you trying to say?" Garon frowned.
"I want to follow you!!" Leo said excitedly, waving his hands, "You are destined to be a great person who will create history in the martial arts world!! The direction you are heading towards is my lifelong dream!!! "
"This lunatic!" Angela from the Behemoth Gate cursed from the side. "You should think about whether the Black Mark Association and Behemoth Gate will let you go!"
Garon didn't expect King of Fist Leo's situation to be like this, this guy was obviously a typical martial arts fanatic, a martial arts fanatic. In the martial arts world, there was always a small group of people who were very traditional, willing to give up everything in order to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts. Seems like King of Fist Leo was this kind of person.
But Garon still planned to observe for a while, to see if Leo really wanted to defect. A King of Fist's defection, a relatively strong Grandmaster of Combat's defection, would be a great help to Garon's White Cloud Gate. After all, this was already the pinnacle of martial arts for humans.
After confirming his thoughts, he shifted his gaze, looking at Angela.
"Why … Why are you looking at me? I don't know much about the Behemoth Gate, we don't belong to the highest level, those who aren't at the highest level wouldn't know about the other members of the Behemoth Gate. Our organization is a completely independent branch structure, each branch knows nothing about the others. "
Angela shrank back a little, taking a few steps back from the prison, obviously the trauma of Garon from that day still lingered in her heart.
"Then what other use do you have?" Garon furrowed his brows.
"I … I can also pledge my loyalty to you! Pledge my loyalty to the White Cloud Gate!! " Angela put Garon first, meaning that she would pledge her loyalty to Garon first, and then to the White Cloud Gate.
To Garon, power and whatnot, was just a source of information and a tool. What he liked more was to improve himself, to improve himself, to reach a level where he could evolve himself through martial arts. So he didn't really care about these trivial matters.
"What else?"
"What else?!" Angela was a smart woman, and immediately analyzed Garon's personality. She rolled her eyes, and suddenly thought of something. "I know about the Blood of Eternal Life!!"
"Blood of Eternal Life?"
"After the Blood of Eternal Life flowed out from Duskdune Shura's hands, it was said that a part of it was stolen by Paper Card, and the other part was accidentally obtained by us." Angela stared at Garon's expression carefully, afraid that she would lose her value and be killed.
"You got it?" Garon was surprised.
"Yes, it was sent to us by the people below, that's why the higher-ups wanted to get the modulation technique from you."
"Where is that part?" Garon didn't want to waste time with her, and asked directly.
"In a secret place." Angela hesitated.
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