"You don't have to participate in the training," Serena walked over and whispered to Garon.
"It's okay, I'm bored anyway," Garon replied with a smile.
As one of the rare handsome guys in the club, Garon's original mission was to be a vase. However, there was no news about the Blackwood Cross recently. Garon was also bored, so he decided to come and play.
After this period of understanding, he was quite interested in the combat club. There were a few experts in the club, but they were only considered experts among normal people. If they were to encounter the lowest level of Vampire, they would only be defeated. However, this did not affect Garen's mood.
The combat club had a lot of privileges. In school, because of the prizes, many elites could skip classes during the competition. It was the same even for the main class. This was what Garon was most interested in.
Then, the freshmen were divided into two groups. One of the seniors brought the freshmen who had never learned anything to the other side to teach them the basics.
Another senior came over and led Garen and the others to the other side, preparing to test each of their strengths.
Serena chatted with a few of the core members for a while before walking over. Beside her was a tall and muscular guy with a mustache. He was wearing a black singlet and camouflage pants.
"Last year, there was Xander. He was at the level of a competition. I wonder what level he is at this year." The guy looked at the seven freshmen and whispered.
"I've already told Bidaen to be gentle when he goes up against Garon. There are more guys than girls in the club. We need a good resource like him to get girls to join us. We can't scare him away," Serena replied softly.
"You're talking like I'm not handsome?" The muscular guy complained.
"Tsk."
As the two of them were talking, the test started.
Among them, the black-haired girl with a ponytail and the blonde Garon got the most attention.
Their appearance was too eye-catching, so they naturally got the most attention.
As the test coach, Bidaen asked a guy who looked unhappy to step out.
The two of them faced each other and started the test.
One of them rushed forward, dodged the opponent's punch and hit his ribs.
"Not bad, next."
Although Bi Da 'en was smiling, he was shaking his head in his heart. He looked average and could only be considered a beginner with some basic knowledge.
The boy had no choice but to leave the stage and was replaced by another girl. His waist and arms were full of muscles.
Both sides reported their names and began to confront each other.
With a big stride, the girl pounced on Bidaen. Her arms seemed to want to grab him.
Unfortunately, the hug did not succeed as she dodged it. However, she managed to block Bidaen's elbow strike.
"This is not bad. His foundation is very good." Serena, who was watching from the side, nodded.
"You can be the daily reserve elite member." The muscular boy nodded.
In the arena, Bidaen and the sturdy girl fought for a few more rounds. In the end, the girl tripped and fell to the ground. She was not discouraged, but there was some excitement on her face. She shouted that she had finally found her partner and left the arena.
Next was another guy. Bidaen purposely put Garon and the pretty girl at the end. Especially Garon, he did not have the heart to hit him with his delicate white skin. How much effort did he have to take to reach such a flawless level?
The rest of them were all weaklings. They could not even withstand a single blow. They were just amateurs with some basic knowledge.
Finally, it was Garon's turn.
He walked up to him.
"Garon Thomas. Nice to meet you."
"Don't worry. Attack me."
Bidaen nodded.
"I might be stronger than the previous few. Be careful." Garon smiled and reminded him.
"Oh?" Bidaen carefully looked at Garon's eyes. He did not see any intention of joking. His face suddenly became serious.
Seeing that his opponent was serious, Garon also walked to his position. The two of them stood three meters apart.
"Be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, Garon's body moved. After a few changes of position, he appeared behind his opponent. His arms were as light as a bird's wings. He lightly brushed Bidaen's shoulders.
Pak.
Bidaen's body staggered a few steps forward. His body lost its balance. He looked back at Garon as if he had seen a ghost.
Not only him, the other newcomers, Serena and the muscular guy who were watching the fight were all stunned.
Serena was about to stuff the lollipop into her mouth. The guy was about to scratch his head. His hand was hanging in the air and he did not know where to put it.
The newcomers looked at each other. They did not know how to react at all.
For a moment, the corner was silent. No one spoke at all.
After a while.
"F * ck! An expert!! "Bidaen squeezed out a few words.
"It's just okay." Garon shrugged.
"What kind of footwork was that? How did it make me dizzy? "Bidaen's shock quickly disappeared and was replaced with excitement. He was an experienced martial arts enthusiast. He was obviously interested in the martial arts that he had never seen before.
"That's just a simple footwork. It uses the opponent's blind spot to move. With a little special technique, it can achieve the effect of interfering with the opponent's vision." Garon was not lying. It was indeed a very common technique. In the Secret Technique World, even a normal martial artist could use it, and they would be very familiar with it.
It was one of the common techniques.
This technique could only be used to bully normal people. Normal martial artists had the ability to fight with their five senses. If their vision was interfered with, they could just replace it with their hearing.
Garon was also thinking of dealing with normal people. Naturally, he only used the most common technique in his memory.
But in this world, this technique seemed to be a little high-end …
"He has a very nice name. It's called Two-Faced Kill." Garon explained casually. "With the footwork, his arms can be like a flying bird. He can lightly brush the opponent's carotid artery."
The Two-Faced Slaughter was an entire set of unorthodox martial arts. It was not very practical either, which was why Garen chose to use it for the first time in this world when he fought against normal people. Unfortunately, it was just like that. Looking at the expressions of the people around him who had witnessed the scene just now, Garen knew that this martial art seemed to have gone overboard.
"Two-Faced Kill …" Bidaen's eyes were filled with passion. Not only him, but the others who saw it also felt itchy in their hearts.
Garon only used a few simple steps and then gently brushed it. His posture was like a gliding bird, elegant and graceful.
No one thought that martial arts could be performed in such an elegant and beautiful manner. It was also so practical. It seemed to have opened up a new world for them.
"Let me try!" The bulky guy who was itching at the side finally could not hold it in anymore. He walked up to the stage. "Bidaen, you go rest first. I'll do it myself!"
"Vice President, be careful. I don't even know how I got hit." Bidaen nodded and walked to the side.
The bulky guy smirked. He raised his hands and stretched his chest. He moved his arms and then started to sway slightly from left and right.
"I'm a boxer. Be careful." He said loudly to Garon.
The Vice President's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the old members not far away. The people over there, including the coaches, started to move and gather.
Even the new members on the other side stopped their training and came over to watch the show.
Serena walked behind Garon and introduced.
"Be careful. That guy is called Jamie. He's one of the five leaders of the elite group in the club. Other than the president, the five of them are the strongest. My sister wants to be the president, so she has to fight with them one by one."
Garon nodded to show that he heard it.
"Garon Thomas." He said his name.
"Jamie Bartow."
The guy in the black singlet showed a charming smile.
Serena's voice sounded behind Garon at the right time.
"Jamie is best at uppercuts and knee attacks. His knee attack is called a military knife. It's very powerful. Don't think that he only uses his hands because he's a boxer."
"Hey hey hey, don't sell out your old friend just because you met a pretty boy." Jamie was angry.
"As for me, there's nothing I'm good at." Garon nodded to show that he understood. He introduced himself to return the favor.
"Let's begin." Serena was the temporary referee for the two of them.
The surroundings suddenly quieted down. The vice president, leader of the elite group and a new member were going to test each other. It was obvious that there was a new member here. A group of people gathered around to watch the show.
The two of them faced each other in the middle of the circle.
"Since you're also an expert, I won't hold back." Jamie said in a low voice.
"Sure." Garon nodded.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jamie rushed forward. His body turned into a black shadow and bent his body to the right of Garon's body.
The distance of three meters was covered in a flash. He swung his fist diagonally upwards, aiming for Garen's neck. His fist whistled through the air, like a high-speed rotating drill.
He used half of his strength in this attack. Under normal circumstances, this punch should be able to easily smash through three or four bricks. If it hit a normal person, it would easily break their bones. Even so, this was the effect of holding back. Jamie also had the intention of testing his opponent with this punch. If his opponent didn't have enough strength, it wouldn't be good to heavily injure him.
Habitually attacking from the opponent's side, using his high explosive speed to attack the opponent's weak points, this was Jamie's fighting style. As for the Poison Stinger, it was his trump card. He wouldn't use it easily because it was a big burden on his knees.
His fist spun violently towards Garen's neck, and at that moment, there was a soft whooshing sound beside his ear. Jamie felt his vision blur, and Garen's figure disappeared from his sight. He was slightly shocked, and both his legs tapped the ground, and he threw a spinning fist towards the side of his body.
Still no one!
Jamie felt a chill in his heart.
He finally understood what Bidaen felt. He watched as his opponent suddenly disappeared. He could only hear the sound of his opponent's movement and the wind.
I'm going to lose like this!
Anxious, he unleashed all of his power, and his speed doubled in an instant.
His fists connected as he executed a set of combo techniques. He swung his left fist and swung his right fist as he charged forward with an elbow strike.
Following the sound of the wind, he released all his speed. He wanted to catch up to Garon's speed.
Unfortunately, he could only see the corner of his opponent's clothes every time.
He couldn't even catch his opponent's figure, let alone face him head on. As for the Poison Stinger and other ultimate moves, they were only effective in a face to face battle. Under these conditions, he couldn't use them.
Pa.
A finger lightly tapped the back of his neck.
"I admit defeat! I admit defeat! "
Jamie helplessly raised his fists and admitted defeat.
The crowd was in an uproar.
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