With this sudden attack, Garon's arm grabbed Golden Hoop's head and pressed down like a beast's claw, as if he was going to crush his head.
This was the Charging Form of the White Cloud Combat Arts. It could be used with any movement to achieve instant acceleration and surprise attacks.
Garon had never used the White Cloud Combat Arts in actual combat. Today was the first time. The White Cloud Combat Arts emphasized imposing aura. Regardless of whether it was one's actions or words, one had to display the aura of a crushing elephant.
Just as his palm was about to grab Golden Hoop's forehead, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. He stabbed upwards, aiming at Lou Cheng's wrist.
This movement was fast and the dagger's tip accelerated instantly, as if he had used some special technique to exert force.
Bang!
Garon's palm moved sideways, avoiding the dagger's tip, and slapped Golden Hoop's wrist from the side. The dagger was slapped away and sank into the grass.
Golden Hoop took the opportunity to retreat a few steps, widening the distance between them.
"You think you can win just because you're strong? Idiot! "Golden Hoop's right hand touched his waist, and four small black throwing knives appeared between his fingers. He waved them casually.
Chi chi chi chi!
Four throwing knives flew out like lightning and accurately nailed Garon's chest.
Garon had no time to react. He wanted to cross his arms to block, but it was too late. By the time he raised his arms, the throwing knives had already pierced his clothes.
However, the throwing knives only pierced his clothes and nailed his skin. They didn't even pierce his skin.
He grabbed a throwing knife and threw it in Golden Hoop's direction. With a violent spinning sound, the throwing knife turned into a round wheel and shot toward Golden Hoop, but he easily dodged it.
Garon threw out the other three throwing knives, which were all easily dodged by Golden Hoop. He also took the opportunity to pick up the double-barreled shotgun from the ground.
Bang!
White smoke came out of the shotgun's muzzle. The bullet hit a tree trunk and blew up a black hole. Some leaves and bark fell down like raindrops.
Golden Hoop was extremely fast. He dodged Garon's attack as soon as it showed signs of movement. There was no way to aim at him. After dodging a few times, he seemed to have realized that Garon's reaction speed was not as fast as his, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes. His surprise at the change in Garon's physique had faded a lot.
"Didn't you say you were going to beat me to death? Do you have the ability to do that? "
"Go to hell!!" Garon roared fiercely as he raised his double-barreled shotgun and smashed it at him like a metal rod. The shotgun made an ear-piercing whistling sound in the air due to the tremendous force. However, he still missed. Golden Hoop leaned to the right and easily dodged the attack.
"What's the use of just having strength? If you can't hit him, everything will be in vain. " Jin Huan's face was full of sarcasm. His figure instantly approached Garon, and a dagger appeared in his hand. He flipped the dagger and stabbed it directly at Garon's wrist.
From the bottom to the top, the speed of this assassination was extremely fast, just in the moment when Garon's movements were too large, creating a gap.
"It's over." A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Jin Huan's eyes.
At this moment, Garon squinted his eyes and swung his right arm back fiercely. A shadow flashed.
His previously slow speed instantly changed. His right arm was like an elephant's trunk as it whipped out at lightning speed, hitting Jin Huan's left arm.
Unlike the previous slow speed, this swing of his right arm was so fast that only the shadow of a whip could be seen. His speed was almost twice as fast!
Jin Huan's eyes widened. The dagger that he had just stabbed out was only halfway when he felt a crack in his right arm. A sharp pain instantly assaulted him. His body suddenly became light and he involuntarily flew to the right.
Bang …
Jin Huan crashed into the bushes. After a series of rustling sounds, he directly opened up a small path in the bushes. A large number of plants and grass were completely crushed. He flew for a full seven or eight meters before he stopped and rolled beside a large white rock.
Garon stood in the same place and did not pursue him. His body slowly returned to its original state. He shook his right arm and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
"You really think I'm slow? Although I'm not as fast as you, I'm not that slow. I deliberately said that I wanted to kill you first, and then acted like a clumsy and stupid big guy. What I wanted was for you to take the initiative to stay and fight with me. I wanted you to think that you could easily and quickly finish me off. It wouldn't take much time, and you could also vent your anger at me. Unfortunately … "
He slowly walked over and saw Jin Huan trying to prop himself up on the ground, but he couldn't and fell back down again. It wasn't just his right arm. During the rolling process, his left arm was also obviously twisted unnaturally. It was obviously fractured.
"If you didn't care about me and directly went after Dale Quicksilver and the other guy, I'm not as fast as you, and I really couldn't stop you. But fortunately, you were provoked by me and really stayed. " This was the first time Garon had used the combat strategy taught by Fei Baiyun in a real battle. He had achieved miraculous results, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Jin Huan's face was ashen. Blood slowly seeped out from under his body. It was obvious that he was cut somewhere during the rolling process.
"You took four slashes from me, but you didn't … cough cough … you didn't have any injuries. But … don't be too proud … someone will avenge me! "
As soon as he finished speaking, purple blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His head tilted, and his eyes widened. He was dead.
Garon squinted his eyes and quickly squatted down to press on Jin Huan's chest. Although his body was still warm, there was no heartbeat.
"Dead? The famous Golden Hoop Bandit couldn't have been killed by me so easily, right? "He suddenly felt that this matter was a bit too simple.
The Golden Hoop Bandit and Dale Quicksilver had been fighting a battle of wits and strength for so many years. If he could be killed so easily, he would have disappeared long ago.
Garen stood up in a huff and looked around him.
The forest was quiet. Only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind could be heard.
He squatted down again and began to carefully examine the items and clothes on Jin Huan's body.
Other than some small notes and throwing knives, there was nothing else on this person.
Looking at the mask covering Jin Huan's face, Garon frowned and gently removed the mask. He was stunned for a moment.
Under the mask was a half-burned face. On the right side of the face was a black scar with the number 102 printed on it. It seemed to be burned by something.
“102？ Looks like this Golden Hoop isn't a single person, but a group. " Garon suddenly felt that things were getting tricky. "If that's the case, there might be someone else chasing after Dale Quicksilver and Si Lan. This person is just a facade. "
He stood up, looked around cautiously, and quickly ran towards the castle.
"This Golden Hoop is just an ordinary person who knows a bit of martial arts. Most people can easily disguise themselves with a little bit of training. They just know a bit of explosive speed. The real Golden Hoop can't be this simple. "
Thinking back to the number 102 on that person's face, Garon's heart felt heavy.
"If that number represents a ranking or a serial number, then it means that the Golden Hoop is an organization with at least a hundred people. Then why would such a large organization specialize in stealing antiques? Is it purely for the value of the antiques? Or is there some other purpose? "
From the fact that Dale Quicksilver casually gave him the Black Jade Disk, it was clear that he didn't know what it meant to Garon. He probably just saw through Garon's good skills and his interest in antiques.
The Black Jade Disk, an extremely valuable antique of tragedy, was an irresistible temptation for a collector like him.
But that was Kelly, a collector in disguise. The real Garon was just a high school student.
Even though Garon had practiced martial arts for a long time, he still felt uneasy at the thought of facing a murderous organization like the Golden Hoop all by himself. Even though he had lived for decades in his previous life and wasn't a high school student in his teens, he had lived in a legal and stable environment for those decades.
He quickly ran back, and soon, the hole in the castle fence was in front of him.
Garon quickly went in, turned a corner, and ran towards the castle's main entrance. Suddenly, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something flashing on his right.
He instantly stopped and looked towards the direction of the light. He vaguely saw a black telescope slowly retracting into the bushes. The reflection just now was the sunlight shining on the telescope's lens.
"There are still people watching, which means my every move has been seen by others!" Garon's heart skipped a beat. "No wonder Number 102 said someone would avenge him. This is troublesome. "
He originally thought that since he killed that person in the forest and no one saw him, he wouldn't be targeted by the organization. But now, it seemed that he was too naive.
"I should find Dale Quicksilver first. If I'm targeted and don't know the situation, I'm looking for death."
He went around the side of the castle and walked to the main entrance.
The castle's main entrance was half open, and it was unusually quiet inside. There was no sound from Dale Quicksilver or Miss Si Lan.
Garon quickly walked through the main entrance. In the castle's main hall, the wooden coffee table was overturned, and the black tea in the glass pot was spilled all over the floor. He could faintly see messy footprints on the ground, as if many people had walked past in a hurry.
Garon glanced at the footprints. Most of them were moist black footprints, mixed with fine green moss.
"Someone has been here, probably more than one." He softened his footsteps and slowly went up to the second floor, patrolling the corridor.
The castle's walls and floor were covered in ashes from the fire. It was the kind of white ash mixed with black, like black and white paint that wasn't evenly mixed.
On the corridor's walls, there were black remains of half-burned oil paintings.
Walking in the direction of Dale Quicksilver's bedroom, Garon tried to breathe as softly as possible, carefully listening to the movements in the castle.
It was as if he was the only person in the castle. It was silent, and the air was filled with a sense of death and depression.
He quickly walked to Dale Quicksilver's bedroom door. The iron door was half open.
Garon gently pushed it open and went in through the gap without making any noise.
There was a large white bed, a single sofa, and a large rectangular box in the room.
Thick curtains covered most of the windows, leaving only a small part of the window to let in a beam of light. Most of the bedroom was still hidden in the shadows, making the whole room seem dim.
The box was placed at the end of the bed, and the kerosene lamp on top was still lit. The dim yellow light illuminated some of the shadows covered by the curtains.
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