There was a similar uproar in the field. Serena shrieked and chased after him. A large group of people chased after him and surrounded Quentin on the ground.
Quentin's face was pale as she lay on the grass. She wanted to get up but could not support her body.
She did not have any fractures, but she was suffering from chest pain. Garon had a sense of propriety in his attack. It was just a small punishment for her attacking position and her ruthless attacks.
Garon shrugged and walked to the door indifferently under everyone's hateful gazes.
"You've gone overboard." A strong figure blocked his way.
It was one of the two coaches who were training just now.
His golden slicked-back hair was raised high. It was a white man. His arms and legs were taut with muscles. He had a short beard and his eyes were like knives, staring at Garon.
"I'm a coach in the club. You can call me William." The man reached out his hand to Garon and beckoned.
Bam!!
A crisp sound like an explosion suddenly rang out.
Garon and the man's arms collided violently. His figure had appeared in front of the man without anyone noticing. Four arms overlapped between the two of them. They were so fast that they could not be seen. Only four shadows could be seen intertwining.
Bam bam bam bam!!!
With every sound, the man's face turned a little paler.
Crack!!
A hole was formed in the wall. The man's head was covered in sweat. He felt the punch brush past his face. Half of his face was numb. Without much time to think, another terrifying storm of attacks came at him, forcing him to retreat continuously. He could be defeated at any time.
"Your speed is not bad. Your rhythm is okay too."
Garon's voice rang out steadily. Quentin, Serena and the others could not help but gulp.
"But with the same speed and strength, you're still very weak."
With the last explosion.
Boom.
The white man's legs cracked and sank into the reddish wooden planks on the ground. He raised his arms high to block a large hand that was pressing down from above.
His face turned pale at first, then blood rushed to his face and turned it red.
Crack!!
The man's entire body sank deep into the ground. Everything below his knees sank into the floor.
All the students were dead silent.
That kind of storm-like fight just now had made everyone experience the true fierceness and fierceness of combat.
This was real combat! This was hot-bloodedness!!
At this moment, everyone watched as Garon nailed the coach into the ground with one hand. Excitement welled up in their hearts.
"Abandon weakness, abandon hesitation, fear, panic, and fear. These are all trash." Garon pursed his lips and glanced around. "When fighting, there is only one thing to do, and that is to kill the opponent."
There was complete silence. No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
One by one, the eyes of the male students turned red. The passion in their bodies had been ignited by Garon. This was real combat! This was a real fight! Fight!
That kind of cold gaze, that kind of violent attack, that kind of strength, that kind of speed, that kind of unhesitating collision, that kind of terrifying suppression. This was the ultimate goal that countless enthusiasts yearned for!!
Satisfied, Garon looked at the emotional students around him. He withdrew his hand and stood up straight.
He only planted a seed in everyone's heart, and then let his name spread among the normal people. Naturally, there would be people who wanted to pursue combat that would come knocking on his door.
Actually, he only did it on a whim. This world was too boring. Other than the witches and the blood breeds, there was nothing worth paying attention to among the normal people. Perhaps he could find a few excellent seeds among the normal people.
As for how to solve the problem of the time to increase strength and loyalty, he already had some ideas on how to solve it.
If he could succeed, he might be able to build a strong human team that he could completely control in a short period of time.
After glancing at the emotional crowd, Garon smiled at Serena. He strode out of the field and quickly disappeared on the lawn.
As the top students of Gullivier University, it would be enough to find a few seeds among them. With talent, strength, and brains, people like these were the most suitable to become the core of the team.
As for the actual combat personnel, that would need to be settled by the Nighthawks.
However, he couldn't rush it yet. He still needed to verify his ideas.
After Garon left, the combat club's field was still quiet for a long time.
Hundreds of people were gathered here, but only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard. Another coach walked forward to pull the white coach out of the ground. Only then did the crowd realize that the white coach had lost all his strength and was lying on the ground. He was drenched in sweat and did not even have the strength to stand up.
"That young man … is a lion!! A golden lion!! "His eyes were filled with fear. "I feel like if I'm not careful, he'll kill me! Really, Jim! He'll definitely kill me!! Did you see his eyes?! It's like he's looking at a dead person! I'm sure he's killed someone before! "
He lowered his head and combed his hair with his fingers. His whole body was trembling.
"When I collided with him, I could only see a golden color in front of me. That was the most obvious color on his body. I couldn't see anything else. The sound of the collision was like a roar. My ears couldn't hear anything. I didn't dare to be distracted at all. Really … "
Coach Jim hugged him and patted his back hard.
"I don't think he's suitable to be a coach anymore." He said to Quentin and the others tactfully.
Quentin was silent.
"President!"
"The president is here!"
Someone shouted from behind.
A muscular black boy strode into the field. His face was also filled with shock.
"I saw everything …"
"This year's newcomer …" Quentin turned around and smiled bitterly at the black boy.
"Let him be the president." The black boy thought for a while. "It's just a title anyway. It doesn't matter. According to the rules, only the strongest person in the club can be the president. But now, even … "He did not continue, but the meaning behind his words was obvious.
The two coaches were actually powerful professionals who were stronger than the students. Forget about the average club member, even the president himself might not be able to win against the two coaches.
"Both coaches, please take a rest." A bespectacled, gentle-looking boy walked out from behind the black boy. He was dressed in exquisite white casual clothes that were unusually slim. This boy was Caucasian. There was a faint air of nobility around him. It was obvious that he came from an extraordinary background.
"Let him be the president." The boy nodded in agreement with the black boy's suggestion. "The four leaders and vice presidents of our elite team won't have any objections. As long as it's the strongest person, it doesn't matter if he's a newcomer or a veteran club member. "
Serena nodded slightly. Garon was merciful to her sister. This made her have a good impression of him. Quentin looked like she had a serious fall, but in reality, she was just breathless. Other than that, she was not injured at all.
The actual backbone of the combat club was the five of them, the leaders of the elite group. The five of them weren't strong at first, but they loved the spread of combat. They were all rich people, so they invested in the establishment of this combat club. Otherwise, the school's money and the prize money from the competition wouldn't be enough to cover the expenses of such a large combat club.
All kinds of equipment, all kinds of activities, training organized from time to time, welfare trips, and so on. To a combat club with a large number of members, each of these expenses was a huge expense.
Now that they were confident in their strength and wanted to fight for the president's position, a crazy newcomer appeared.
With Garon's interference, the few people who were originally prepared to fight for the president lost their mood.
Later on, the other two leaders arrived. When they heard about this, they were also skeptical. However, they temporarily put down the idea of fighting for the president's position.
The five leaders were all characters from wealthy families. They were also fanatics who loved combat. Otherwise, they would not spend so much money to join the club every year.
Now that everyone had arrived, they began to discuss the newcomer Garon.
*****
Time flew by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, more than two weeks had passed.
The freshmen began to familiarize themselves with the heavy workload of their studies. Gradually, they had some free time to do their own activities. Thus, the activities of the various clubs began enthusiastically.
Some clubs held evening parties, some held dances, some held underground gatherings that were completely unknown. There were also role-playing games. Suddenly, life began to become chaotic.
Some students moved out of the dormitory and openly rented a room with their girlfriends. There were also some who were hungry enough to see their passionate scenes in some of the small woods in the school.
However, this was only a small portion. Most of the freshmen were still working hard to adjust their daily routines.
The heavy homework and theses were sent back by the professors and tutors time and time again. Some even went to bed at two or three in the morning and had to wake up at five or six in the morning.
Garon's roommate, Alissanda, was like this. Because his thesis was not up to standard, he was sent back for two consecutive subjects. He was in so much pain that he did not sleep for more than five hours for three consecutive days.
If his thesis was not up to standard, his usual credits would be in danger. He might even fail this class. If the gap in credits was too big, it would be even more tiring to make up for it later. Moreover, the most important point was that the students of Gullivier would have to pack up and go home if they failed more than two subjects.
Needless to say, as the top student of the school, any student who entered Gullivier would have their own pride and self-esteem.
Garon was basking in the sun on the balcony while drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. He glanced at Alissanda who had rabbit eyes and shook his head and sighed. This was the tragedy of students from top schools. There were many freshmen like Alissanda. Many of them were not used to the cursive script of the professors, but for some other reason, they could not adapt to the curriculum. They would always encounter problems like this.
This kind of pressure was undoubtedly huge.
When he saw that his roommates had all finished, he was the only one who was still struggling. That kind of feeling, that kind of thinking that everyone was on equal footing, suddenly had a huge gap because of the thesis homework. It was undoubtedly a terrible blow to the freshmen's self-esteem.
Could it be that his IQ was not as good as theirs? Otherwise, why would they all finish, but he was the only one who was still so slow? His original self-confidence would be destroyed by such doubts if he did not pay attention.
This was just a normal thesis that would be graded. If it was a big thesis or model at the end of the semester …
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