No one thought that the vice president would lose to a freshman.
"There's another freshman who's stronger than Xander this year!"
"It's so strange, the vice president can't even catch his shadow no matter how hard he tries!"
"The way he moves is so beautiful."
"I think it's the freshman that Serena pulled into the club, this is going to be interesting."
The group of club members chattered noisily.
Serena smiled proudly, tonight's presidential election duel was just around the corner, her side had pulled in another strong fighter, looks like her sister's position might be fixed.
"How is it?" She looked at Jamie who was on the stage and asked softly.
The latter's expression still hadn't recovered.
"Very strong." He said in a low voice.
"Now we're even more confident!" Serena chuckled.
"Maybe even stronger than your sister."
The smile on Serena's face froze.
"The club requires the strongest person to be the president, don't forget this." Jamie reminded.
"No way …" Serena gulped.
"Isn't that better?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation.
The crowd parted, and a tall and slender red-haired girl walked in, there was a long and narrow red line on the left side of her face, which seemed to be a knife scar, she wore a tight black leather jacket with long sleeves and pants, her long hair loose as she walked in.
"Sister!" Serena turned around, her face full of joy, and ran to the girl's side.
"The competition likes contestants with such graceful postures, when we go out and participate in the competition, appearance can also attract the most popularity, if he can really defeat me, the president position will be given to him in his second year." The girl in the black leather jacket looked indifferent.
In the arena, Garon walked down, there were no signs of exhaustion on his face.
He smiled amidst the praises, it looked like he just went up to warm up a little. This made the new and old club members who surrounded him feel that he was unfathomable.
Looking around, Garon shook his head in his heart.
The normal people in this world were too weak, in the circle around him, including the girl in the tight black leather jacket who just arrived, their auras were pitifully weak.
They were still at the stage of using normal people's strength and speed to determine victory, whoever had stronger muscle strength, who was faster, who was more resistant, who had a higher chance of winning.
No matter how much one trained in this kind of combat, if one did not cultivate their body and mind to achieve the goal of evolving their martial arts, then it would be impossible for them to reach the point where they could ignore the small pistol. This made Garon a little disappointed. His original goal was to see if there were any noteworthy powers among the ordinary people, but in the end, that was all.
The people around him, even if they were so-called combat masters, were far from being a martial artist, let alone a Grandmaster of Combat. This made him feel a little bored. As a top-notch Grandmaster of Combat, to flaunt his prowess in front of a group of ordinary people who had not even reached the level of a Grandmaster of Martial Arts was like standing on the road and stepping on ants for fun.
"Are you bored?"
Suddenly, a voice spoke into Garon's ears.
Garon was slightly startled. He looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was actually the freshman girl who had joined with him. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. Her skin was as white as snow, and she had almond eyes and pink lips. She had an elegant temperament.
She was a typical oriental beauty.
"Are you disappointed with the martial arts here? Is that why you're bored? "The girl's voice was cold. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone around him heard it.
Instantly, the noisy crowd quieted down.
"Don't spout nonsense. Master Garon is clearly not that kind of person." A voice explained.
The girl just looked at Garon quietly, not saying anything.
Garon also stopped smiling, and looked back at her.
Seeing that Garon did not explain, the people around him also stopped talking. Clearly, Garon did not deny it, which meant that he meant it. This girl was right. The combat club made him bored.
Vice-President Jamie's face was a little gloomy. He looked at Garon, and then looked at the girl. His expression changed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Serena and her sister also looked at Garon quietly. The atmosphere was a little heavy for a moment.
The other club members on the field also felt that something was wrong, and most of them gathered over.
Garon looked around. Since he had been exposed, he could not be bothered to pretend anymore. It was really too boring for a group of ants to pretend to be a person.
"It is indeed a little boring. You're right."
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. For this girl to be able to catch a slight change in his eyes, and accurately determine the meaning behind it, this ability was undoubtedly rare.
Furthermore, he didn't sense a single trace of Extraordinary Energy from this young girl. This was the most important point.
As soon as he said that, there was a slight uproar. A few of the older club members' faces were instantly filled with anger.
"Don't pull me, I'm going to beat this guy to death!"
"Big Sis Quentin is here! Go kill him! "
"Wait for the president and the others to come."
Some were excited, some were calm. In the field, there were people who wanted to go up and fight Garon one-on-one, but they were stopped by their companions. A few club members took out their phones and started to make calls, obviously calling for help.
"The newbies nowadays are very strong …" The girl in the black leather jacket strode up the field, and stood opposite Garon. That face that was eighty percent similar to Serena's, and the completely different aura, made everyone recognize her immediately.
Serena's sister, one of the vice presidents, Quentin.
"Do you want to fight with me?" Quentin narrowed her eyes and stared at Garon, her two slender legs lightly bouncing up and down. Her whole body also trembled slightly, as if she was a spring that was slowly being compressed.
"Although I feel a little sorry for Senior Serena, the combat standards here are indeed a little low." Garon calmly ignored her gaze. No wonder the Blood Breeds looked down on normal humans. If normal humans had the power of the Secret Technique World, no matter how strong the Blood Breeds were, they would not be able to completely ignore normal humans. If they were not careful, they would be defeated.
Unfortunately, the normal humans here were far inferior to the martial artists in the Secret Technique World.
His heart skipped a beat, and Garon suddenly had a good idea.
"You want to leave?" It was the same voice as before. The newcomer from the East had interrupted again. Her gaze was fixed on Garen. "Even the Vice President can't withstand a single blow from you?" She was frowning as well. She was clearly dissatisfied with Garen's arrogance.
"Oh??" Garen did not care about the emotional crowd around him. Instead, he looked directly at the girl. "If the first time, I could say that your intuition was sharp and it was a coincidence, then the second time, it can't be explained by a simple coincidence."
The girl panicked slightly, and avoided Garon's gaze.
"I just don't like your attitude. You look friendly on the surface, but in reality, your arrogance knows no bounds."
She indeed had an unusually sharp intuition since she was young, and could easily read the meaning in other people's eyes. It was useless no matter how others tried to hide it. This was an extremely sensitive physical talent. Especially after she taught herself psychology, she could even read other people's minds.
Garon was also interested in this point. If this talent could be used in combat, being able to guess the opponent's thoughts and the route to enter the palace would be an extremely good combat skill.
It seemed that the humans in this world were not all trash. With this thought, Garon looked at the girl with interest. He suddenly had a good idea.
Unlike the Nighthawks, the people there were almost fixed, but the students here were different. Many of them had good potential, especially the girl in front of him. Her potential was very good, and her physical foundation seemed to be good as well. If he gave them secret techniques, and then chose a secret technique to teach them, as long as they had enough perseverance, they could become a master of a certain standard.
Not to mention a Grandmaster of Combat, but at least a martial artist would not be a problem.
Garon's own combat strength was steadily increasing day by day, and he had the help of potential points from time to time. If it was a few years ago, he might have been slightly threatened by a normal Vampire, but now, he could single-handedly kill a double digit number of Vampires.
That kind of crude and straightforward attacking style, plus only knowing how to bite, and purely punching and kicking. To Garon, it was simply unbearable to look at.
From the first year of high school to university, there were not many potential points to increase, but Garon had broken through the third level of the Slaughtering Hand, and his progress was very fast. This demonic technique had the terrifying effect of robbing the life force of living things. Compared to the two levels below, the third level's power was not in other aspects, but in the accumulation of power.
As the Demon Lord Black Sethe's top level demonic technique, the most terrifying thing about the Slaughtering Hand was that it could absorb the life force of living things, accumulate it in the hands, and explode it when needed.
The third level's accumulation of life force could increase the damage by almost three times, and with Garon's current basic strength, its power was already close to his peak strength in the Totem World. It was just that the area of effect was not very large.
In other words, it would not be long before his strength could be fully recovered. He would reach the sixth form standard of the Totem World.
Just by practicing the demonic technique to the third level, he could reach the sixth form god-like power of the Totem World. This made Garon a little suspicious, but after careful investigation, he found that the Soul Seed seemed to be the reason.
The Soul Seed seemed to have a certain amplification effect, causing the power of his attacks to greatly increase when he practiced the secret technique.
Coming back to his senses, Garon felt that the things he wanted to do in this world were not very convenient if he was alone, and he would need some good helpers. Maybe he could find some good seedlings among the normal people, and use them as helpers to help him.
However, increasing one's strength was one thing, and increasing one's loyalty was another. These were the key points to consider, if he did not pass on his secret techniques and secret techniques, it would be unpleasant if others used it against him in the future.
"What's your name?" Garon came back to his senses, and looked at the girl.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a black shadow whipped towards the right side of his face.
It was Quentin. Her face was cold, and she raised her right leg high, and swept it sideways. At the same time, her other leg kicked forward viciously, aiming straight for Garon's lower body.
The strength was so great that one could tell just by the sound of the wind. If it had landed on another person, it would definitely be the outcome that a man would not want to encounter.
Slap!
Garon held her leg with one hand, and hugged her with the other, and threw her to the left.
Whoosh!!
A black shadow flew past, and Quentin was thrown out of the arena's door. A series of screams came from outside the door, followed by the hissing sound of a human body sliding on the ground.
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