It was one thing to agree verbally, but it was another to actually do it.
Black Orchid squinted her eyes at Garon for a while before taking a sip of her tea.
"I heard that Gate Master Garon successfully intercepted the Immortal Palace's people in Picardi. This news has spread like wildfire in the martial arts world." Black Orchid put down her teacup and clapped her hands. "The elites of the Behemoth Gate heard that Gate Master Garon has agreed to come for a meeting. They are all eager to experience the Gate Master's peak Body Hardening Technique."
Garon's expression didn't change. The elites of the Behemoth Gate wouldn't give up until they had a taste of Garon's strength. It was obvious that they were here to test the waters.
"I've heard that the Behemoth Gate likes to recruit talents from other sects and factions. I'm sure the Grandmasters of Combat they've nurtured are better than average. It's a good opportunity to see for myself. "
"Since the Gate Master has agreed, then please arrange the venue." Black Orchid smiled and stood up slowly. "Under the Marshal of the Behemoth Gate, there are two strongest fighters. I believe they won't disappoint the Gate Master. "
"I hope so." Garon stood up and didn't say anything else.
Lieutenant General Lycian had already expected this to happen. He stood up at the same time and led the two of them to a small door on the left.
After passing through a long and narrow wooden passage, the three of them quickly arrived at the spacious cement field behind the venue.
The arena was circular in shape and was densely surrounded by thousands of guards. All of them were armed to the teeth. On the right side of the field, there were already two people waiting there.
Seeing the three of them come out, the two of them, one standing and one squatting, immediately stopped.
Garon looked at the two of them carefully. They were a man and a woman. The man's hair was messy and his face was full of stubble. He wore a white bathrobe, but his eyes were an eerie green, like the pupils of a cat or wolf.
The woman had a slender figure and wore a tight leather suit like Cynthia, but she was dressed in red. Her waist swayed softly a few times, and her arms twisted like a boneless snake. In comparison, her skin was frighteningly white, like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness.
A pair of red eyes stared at Garen, vaguely revealing a hint of cruelty.
"Red, white. Gate Master Garon wants to experience the essence of our Behemoth Gate's martial arts. Which one of you wants to demonstrate first? "Black Orchid walked up to the two of them and asked with a light smile.
"I'll go first." The man with the disheveled hair was probably the Bai that Wu Lan mentioned. He took a step forward and stood in the middle of the field. Raising his right hand, five transparent crystal blades as thin as cicada wings suddenly lit up between his five fingers.
"A top-level Grandmaster of Combat who can compete with the Immortal Palace is rarely seen in decades. I would like to have a taste of Sect Leader Garon's Divine Skill. "The man laughed coldly. "Please."
Neither Black Orchid nor White and Red actually mentioned a crucial point.
These two people from the Behemoth Gate, along with Black Orchid herself, were the three strongest people in the entire Behemoth Gate. Most importantly, the three of them had fought head-on with the Immortal Palace and escaped unscathed.
If it wasn't for Sylphalan being so insane, the Immortal Palace might not have been able to suppress the Behemoth Gate.
The Behemoth Gate had been around for decades. Butterfly Knife Barcrando, who was from the same generation as Sylphalan, was a top-level expert who had fled across the sea from the Azure Continent. He had founded the Blue-Eyed Butterfly assassination organization in the Azure Continent, but was later destroyed by the Immortal Palace due to a conflict of interest.
Garon clenched his ten fingers and walked forward slowly.
"Blue-Eyed Butterfly Barcrando? I didn't expect you to still be alive, and have even joined the Behemoth Gate. "
"You know me?" Barcrando paused for a moment, then laughed nonchalantly. "Compared to you, the Master of White Cloud Gate, who made a name for yourself in the Confederation in just a few short years, I'm still far behind."
"You're a legendary senior." Garon smiled. "Since you've already retired, why are you still coming out to seek death? Old folks should just stay in their wheelchairs and enjoy their old age. "
"You've got quite the mouth! I wonder if it's the same in your hands. "Barcrando's expression didn't change as he said calmly.
"Won't you know once you make a move?" Garon stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowing.
Neither of them could gain the upper hand with words, so they didn't bother to say anything more, and simply sized each other up.
"Whoosh …"
A cold wind blew past.
Barcrando instantly disappeared from where he was, without a sound, without a trace. It was as if he had become completely invisible.
Garon paused for a moment, then carefully sensed the movements around him. He couldn't sense any trace of this person at all.
"Psst!"
He tilted his head, and a spark appeared on the left side of his face, as if something sharp and transparent had sliced across his face.
"Interesting. Assassination Blade Arts? " It was Garon's first time facing such a mysterious martial art. Back then, although Palosa called it the Assassination Fist, in reality, the fist techniques he used in a straightforward manner could no longer be considered an Assassination Fist.
"Psst!"
Another spark appeared on his right arm. An ear-piercing scraping sound reverberated in the air.
Black Orchid and Red Lady's eyelids twitched as they watched. They were well aware of the destructive power of White's slicing. Even Duskdune Shura wouldn't dare stand there and let White cut him. But in front of Garon …
Lieutenant General Lycian's scalp went numb as he watched.
"Unbelievable … The human body can reach such a level of toughness!!" he kept muttering under his breath, looking at Garon as if he were a freak.
"Hiss!!"
Another spark exploded from Garon's chest. Garon suddenly laughed savagely. He swung his left arm back, and the air was hit with an ear-piercing crack.
Suddenly, a shadow staggered and disappeared into the air, clearly brushed by the attack in that instant.
"Don't say I don't know how to respect the elderly." Garon pulled back his left hand, looking at the faint traces of blood on his fingertips.
He began to slowly walk forward, sparks constantly exploding from his body. After each spark, Barcrando's figure would be casually brushed to the side.
"Hiss!" Another shadow stabbed viciously at his left ear. This was also the only part of Garon's body that was slightly weaker in defense.
Barcrando held his breath, concentrating all his strength on the sharp knife in his hand. His body spun in midair, his arm spinning at high speed as well, like the head of an electric drill.
"It's over." Suddenly, Garon's voice rang out beside his ear.
A huge force whipped his waist from the side.
Barcrando's expression changed slightly. The tip of the knife in his hand slid down, blocking in front of his waist. At the same time, his body curved upwards like a butterfly, avoiding most of the force.
Boom!!
His entire body was struck by Garon's whip kick, slamming into a nearby wall like a cannonball.
The wall strangely and soundlessly split into countless small pieces. Barcrando's figure stood on the collapsed wall, looking somewhat wretched. He stared at Garon with a serious expression. His right hand hung limply by his side, clearly dislocated.
"What fast reactions." White sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Garon had held back a little at the last moment. Although the exchange of words was intense, neither side was willing to escalate the conflict, and had chosen to hold back. Rumor had it that Butterfly Knife could control five Butterfly Knives at once, and he had only used one just now. It was clearly just a test.
Barcrando skillfully put his dislocated arm back together, and it instantly snapped back together.
"Next." Garon looked at the woman in red beside him.
Red took a step forward, her entire body exuding a faint fragrance. As the breeze blew past, it crept into Garon's nose, making him feel refreshed. This woman had eyes as sharp as an eagle's, and her entire person exuded a cruel and cold aura. Her long light brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind her. After watching Garon and White's brief test, the hint of ease on her face gradually disappeared. In its place was the caution and cautiousness of a beast hunting its prey.
With a swoosh, she pulled out two similarly fiery red pistols from who-knows-where. The barrels were thick, and the image of a spider was engraved on them.
"My martial arts is a new sect that combines firearms and Secret Techniques. Be careful."
Without waiting for Garon's reply, she fired with a bang.
The strange thing was that the bullet wasn't very fast, but it left a clear white trail in the air.
Garon leaned slightly, and the bullet brushed past his shoulder.
Bam!!
There was a muffled explosion from behind him, and the blazing red light illuminated Garon's face red.
The bullet hit the wall behind him, and exploded like a grenade.
"A specially made explosive bullet?" Garon instantly took three steps back.
Bam bam bam!!
Three consecutive explosions, and three balls of red flame exploded on the wall behind him.
Even he did not want to personally experience explosive bullets like this. Who knew how powerful the explosion inside was? If it was powerful enough to break through his defenses, and if it was laced with poison, then he would truly fail miserably.
The only thing he was still somewhat wary of now was this type of high-explosive weapon.
Just as he retreated and steadied himself, a red shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Red had actually closed in on him directly. Two barbs extended from the butt of the pistol, and like a storm of fangs, they pierced towards Garon like a storm.
The two of them were almost completely close to each other, and as they stood in the middle of the field, the continuous clanging of metal could be heard.
Red in front of Garon had completely turned into a ball of flame, like a red spider with eight legs, and her movements were strange and unusual. Her attack route was completely different from that of a normal martial artist, and she used the barbs to drill into the vital parts of the body. However, her speed was unusually fast, and the angle was tricky.
Garon had never encountered such a despicable way of attack, and could not get used to it for a while, so he was forced to continuously retreat.
Hiss!
His belt was pierced, and Garon hurriedly reached out to grab it, to prevent his pants from falling. As the leader of a sect, and the strongest Grandmaster of Combat in the South, his reputation and image were the biggest signboard of the entire organization.
And as a man, if he was forced to run naked by this woman, then even if he won, it was actually a loss.
Red laughed, and with an easy backward leap, she fired two bullets in the air.
Bang bang bang, two balls of fire exploded beside Garon at the same time, and the recoil caused him to continuously retreat.
Hearing Red's laughter, Garon was a little angry. She was either drilling into his lower body, or aiming for his butt, and her attack route was specifically aimed at his vital parts. Although his Body Hardening Technique was invincible, he could not withstand such a despicable way of attack.
Just as he steadied himself, he immediately saw Red jumping down upside down, and the two barbs with a piercing sound went straight between his legs.
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