"A passenger?"
The people around them started to talk.
In the midst of the commotion, Lindsay carefully left Garon, and walked to stand next to the bearded man. Her father, the captain, also parted the crowd, and walked in with a silver pistol in hand.
This man had a full beard, and wore a blue round hat, his eyes slightly bulging outwards, looking at people like a frog looking at an insect, cold as ice.
"You're a passenger?" He did not wait for Garon to answer, and continued, "I don't care if you're a real passenger, since you're on my ship, you have to follow my rules."
He carefully examined Garon's clothes, and his expression relaxed slightly.
He did not mention that although there were many ships on this sea route, there would not be any ships passing through the same area for at least three days.
In other words, if this person in front of him was really a stranded passenger, then he had at least lived alone in these waters for three days, and soaked in seawater for three days. This kind of ridiculous thing … Haha.
Not only was seawater so corrosive, it was very harmful to the body to soak in it, even drinking water here was a problem. Not to mention the sharks swimming around here from time to time.
However, he had also heard that some powerful martial artists had terrifying physiques that far surpassed normal people.
"You … are a martial artist?" He thought for a moment, and asked in a low voice.
"Er …" Garon did not understand the word for a moment, and only nodded slightly after it was translated. "That's right, I have indeed trained in martial arts for a while."
"Since you're a martial artist, then that's easy." The captain's expression softened instantly. "May I know your name …"
"Garon, Garon Trejons." Garon silently added that familiar surname in his mind, Garon Trejons Lombard.
*****
After a simple explanation and proof, Garon very normally joined this ship as a stranded passenger, and became one of the passengers.
Captain Whitman seemed to have a lot of respect for martial artists, and did not ask too many questions about Garon's identity. She did not ask him for any ship fare, and even arranged accommodation for him rather enthusiastically, and even had her own daughter, Lindsay, serve him personally.
After getting on the ship and settling down, Garon did not expect that just showing a little of his throwing knife ability and instantly arranging three throwing knives into a vertical line would cause the captain's attitude to change so much.
Compared to the puzzlement and suspicion in the eyes of the surrounding crew members, the captain's reaction surprised him. This was obviously a person who had seen the world and had rich experience.
Two days after boarding the ship, Garon was arranged to stay in a VIP room in the passenger area of the ship. There were also some nautical books for him to read. For two consecutive days, he ate, slept, and rested in his room. His injuries quickly recovered.
"Mr. Garon." Lindsay, who had just finished tidying up the room, looked at Garon expectantly. "Can you tell me some stories about you martial artists?"
This was not her first time serving a martial artist, but her attitude was very proper. However, her talent and appearance were also very important. Her appearance was far from pleasing to the eye in all aspects, and her talent was not very good either. So no matter how good her attitude was, many martial artists would at most tell her some basic stories, and this was on account of her proper attitude. As for becoming a disciple, that was out of the question. As for those who were slightly worse, she herself was not interested in them. Those normal dojo masters probably could not even beat her father.
"Stories?" Garon sat in the room, holding a nautical captain's diary in his hand as he drank the specially provided black tea. "Speaking of stories, do you know about the Battle of Black Smoke Pot Island?"
"Of course I know about the Battle of Black Smoke Pot." Lindsay nodded vigorously. "It's said that it was the peak of the Grandmasters of Combat era. The two Kings of the Century had a peak duel on the island, but in the end, because of the volcanic eruption and the nuclear explosion, both of them fell."
"Oh? You know that much? "Garon was slightly surprised.
"Of course I know that!" Lindsay answered matter-of-factly. "It happened about sixty years ago, that was a peak event in the martial arts world. The strongest Grandmaster of Combat in the history of the Immortal Palace, Sylphalan, died in that battle. "
"You even know about the Immortal Palace?" Garon was instantly interested. "Sixty years?" He suddenly realized this key word, and fell silent.
"Of course I do. The Immortal Palace and the Demon Gate are the two strongest forces in the Combat world, they are the two Holy Lands of the Combat world. The Combat Festival that is held once every three years is jointly organized by them. Our ship has even sent a martial artist to participate in the Combat Festival once! "Lindsay replied with a slight hint of pride.
"Combat Festival?" Garon heard another new term.
"No way? You don't even know about this? "Lindsay's eyes widened.
"I've always been training hard in the wild … This …" Garon shrugged, indicating that he really did not know.
"The Combat Festival is an important competition for the two forces to select the new generation of Grandmasters of Combat, there are not only traditional Grandmasters of Combat, there are also mysterious martial artists who use technology to kill. It's held once every three years, and it's already been held more than ten times now! It's said that the best of the best can even be chosen as official members of the two forces. "Lindsay walked to the chair opposite Garon and sat down, explaining patiently.
"Sixty years …" Only then did Garon realize that he seemed to have spent a lot of time in the process of traveling back.
As for the Combat Festival, it was just a way for the Immortal Palace and the Demon Gate to select talents, and eliminate hidden threats.
That Demon Gate was probably the old Behemoth Gate, and the Immortal Palace was probably still that Immortal Palace, who would have thought that it was these two that had grown stronger.
"Other than the Immortal Palace and the Demon Gate, are there any other heavyweight organizations in the Combat world?" He continued to ask with slight anticipation.
"Other than these two … there's also the Black Fist Gate, Crimson Sand Sword, and Celestial Circle Gate. I don't know about the rest, but the main ones are probably just these few. "
"Is there a White Cloud Gate, Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate?" Garon paused, and asked in a low voice.
"White Cloud Gate? That big sect that participated in the Battle of the Black Smoke Pot … "Lindsay seemed to recall," After that battle, the White Cloud Gate fell into decline, and in history, they only had one extremely powerful sect leader, but after that, the Immortal Palace and the Demon Gate took revenge on them, and it's said that they suffered heavy casualties, and their main legacy was lost. Now, there's still the White Cloud Gate, but it's just a sect that was rebuilt by a few former students, and doesn't have the complete legacy it once had, so it can only be considered a small sect at the bottom. "
She thought back carefully. "I really wanted to go watch the Combat Festival before, but I was stopped at the outskirts and couldn't go in, so I could only wander around outside for many days. Later on, I bought a Combat Sect introduction book that mentioned something about the White Cloud Gate. After that, I didn't see any records of it anywhere else. "
"Then what about the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate?" Garon was silent for a while, then continued to ask.
"I've never heard of it before …" Lindsay shook her head, "This sect's name sounds really powerful, big brother, you're from this sect?" She asked slightly curiously.
Garon smiled, but didn't answer.
In terms of status, he was both the master of the White Cloud Gate, and the number one Divine General of the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate. Unfortunately … his once prominent status, after just sixty years, had become unknown to everyone.
Even the White Cloud Gate had fallen into such a state, who knew how much the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate, which had peak Grandmasters of Combat like him and Palosa, would be suppressed by the Immortal Palace and the Behemoth Gate.
*****
In a small town by the sea in the distant Azure Continent.
In a dilapidated dojo, in a dilapidated wooden hall, a few young men and women sat in a row, obediently listening to a young senior brother say something loudly.
"My White Cloud Gate also had its glorious history."
The senior brother pointed proudly at the memorial tablet above to his juniors.
"Once upon a time in history, our sect had produced two Divine General-level Grandmasters of Combat, and four Heaven General-level Grandmasters of Combat, our power was unparalleled for a time, so as disciples of the sect, we must remember our past glory and glory … Remember the three honors and three disgraces set by our ancestors, never forget the rules of the sect, abide by the rules, treat martial arts training with the responsibility of the sect's development as our responsibility, treat our identity as a disciple of the sect as our honor, and …"
Listening to the senior brother's endless speech above.
The young men and women below were drowsy from listening, but they couldn't not listen to the weekly ideological education class.
Divine Generals, Heaven Generals? Whether those legendary levels really existed, no one knew for sure, that was too far away from normal disciples like them. It was probably the ancestors of history trying to make themselves look good.
In this day and age, which small sect didn't make up a set of glorious history, they couldn't even brag about it, and if they couldn't scare those rich people, who would send their children into the sect to pay school fees?
The four or five young men and women below were also tricked into the sect like this.
Two of them were children of small merchant families, one was the daughter of a fallen noble family, and the other two were children of normal families in town, a boy and a girl.
Among these children, the youngest was only thirteen years old, and the oldest was nineteen years old, they all entered the sect at different times. Originally, there were still a few dozen disciples in the White Cloud Gate, but after the nearby Iron Leg Gate, a few of the old masters were injured, and even the old sect master was heavily injured. So the disciples left, and after a few years, those who stayed and those who were newly recruited were only the few who were present.
Most of these children came because of the cheap school fees, if it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't get into the other expensive dojos, who would be willing to come to this dilapidated sect to be a disciple?
The senior brother standing above was talking non-stop, as he recalled the old man's instructions before he left. He brought a few of the senior and junior sisters in the sect to be invited by the Crimson Sand Sword to prepare for the next year's Battle Festival in San Yue.
Thinking of this, the senior brother was extremely unhappy, those few beautiful girls were always by the old man's side, there was no time to cultivate feelings. Didn't he join the sect because there were many beautiful girls in the White Cloud Gate?
Among the old man's three granddaughters, especially the youngest, Luo Luo Ya, was simply like a cabbage in the black mud, so tender and tender …
"Senior brother, you're drooling."
Subconsciously, he quickly wiped his mouth, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, his eyes darkened, and he stared fiercely at a blonde boy below. The boy was hiding behind a black-haired cold girl, with a playful face.
"Go back to your seat! As a man, how can you hide behind your sister all the time!? "
The senior brother scolded, while his eyes quietly wandered around the black-haired cold girl's body.
It had to be said, the old man's beauty eye effect was really good, his eyesight was also first-class. Ever since this old man succeeded as the sect master, he adopted a few female babies from outside. When they were young, they looked wrinkled and inconspicuous, but when they were young, they all turned out to be beautiful little girls.
Not to mention their qualifications, there were many disciples who joined the sect because of these few beautiful girls. If it wasn't for the Iron Leg Gate kicking out half of them, they would probably be thriving now.
Sigh … I wonder when the old man will come back …
Although the senior brother was still talking about ideological education, his heart had already flown out of here, and floated to the three cute girls beside the old man.
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