"There's an old saying in the East, 'Techniques should not be passed down lightly.' You asked me to teach you the secret technique, but without showing your sincerity and determination, I'll just give it to you so easily. People often don't cherish things that are obtained too easily, don't you think so? "He finally opened his mouth to speak.
Glancing at the few of them, he continued.
"I don't lack money, so there's no need to mention such things. As for how to show your sincerity, that will depend on your own determination. Everyone's most important and most cherished things are different. I don't expect you to show your greatest sincerity, but at the very least, you have to give something that will make your heart ache. "
These words made the few of them ponder.
Only the green-haired man, Dahm, after being frightened just now, had a flash of viciousness in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, because of the embarrassment just now, it was obvious that he hated Garon in his heart.
"Sincerity?" The black president frowned, "Sorry, my passion for combat has not reached the point where I would use my own cherished things to exchange for it." He paused, "I'm sorry. Combat is just a hobby, in my opinion, it's just a way to train the body. At this point, I think it's a bit too much. I won't participate in the rest. "
Garon wasn't surprised, and the others weren't surprised either.
The black president was originally pulled in by the five elite team leaders to keep up appearances. He wasn't rich like the five of them, and he had to work hard for his future. Combat was just one of his hobbies and training methods. If he really raised it to this level, it would be a bit too much, and already deviated from his original intentions.
So even though it was a bit of a pity that he couldn't learn the legendary combat techniques, this wasn't his ultimate goal.
Shaking his head, he gave the others an apologetic look, turned around and left the hall. Not long after, the sound of the door closing could be heard.
Garon didn't mind, he had already seen that the black president's passion was far less than the other five.
And even if the other five didn't want to learn, he wouldn't force them. The ones he really valued were still two people, Xander and the Asian girl Cece. These two had strong aptitudes and were very suitable for the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist. Their willpower wasn't bad either, once they learned it, they would be able to reach a very high level of power in a very short time.
Of course, if the other five vice presidents could succeed, it would naturally be even better, it would indirectly affect the huge power network behind them.
"How about this?" Garon thought for a moment. "Xixi, you go first. My request for you is very simple."
"What?" Even Xixi, who seemed to be calm and aloof, became slightly nervous.
"Go out and run in circles on the lawn of the villa. Don't stop until I tell you to."
Xixi widened her eyes, bit her lip, and nodded.
Without any hesitation, she turned around and ran towards the door. After hearing the sound of the door opening, she actually ran away immediately!
Everyone looked at each other. They didn't expect Xixi to be so serious.
Quentin walked to the window and looked out. As expected, Xixi was already running in circles. She didn't stop at all on the green lawn. Her eyes were serious.
Garon smiled. Looking at the six people present, five vice presidents and one Xander.
The six of them looked at Garon. Ever since they saw his terrifying state when he exploded, no one doubted the strength of this feminine and weak boy. He might be unusually beautiful and gentle when he was calm, but once he exploded, his golden hair danced in the wind. That kind of terrifying lethality that could almost destroy everything, that kind of violent and violent extreme aggressiveness, it was as if they weren't facing a person, but a real golden lion. He could explode and hurt people at any time. That kind of strong sense of danger that irritated the skin made everyone involuntarily cautious when facing Garon.
"Actually, I don't want to force you. Forget it, how about this, you guys go and run with Xixi. Don't stop until I tell you to. How about that? This test is simple enough, right? "
Garon said with a smile.
"No problem, I'm good at running!" Jamie grinned. "The coach my family hired at first trained me to run as well."
He took the lead and walked out of the door, following Xixi's steps and running together.
Quentin and Serena nodded and ran out as well. Then it was the red-haired girl, Lalan, the bespectacled Hochman, and Xander.
The last one, Serena, gritted her teeth and ran out as well.
Only the green-haired Dahm, gritting his teeth, looked at Garon who was sitting on the sofa with a calm expression. He suddenly changed his mind, turned around and ran out as well.
That terrifying attack just now had indeed made him yearn for that kind of power. If the person who had that kind of power was me … It was as if a fire had been lit in his heart.
Too cool!!
He learned to fight not only for self-defense, but also because it was cool enough!
That's right, it was cool. Because of this reason alone, he had been a genius since he was young. He learned everything quickly, except for fighting. When he came into contact with this, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this was much more difficult than normal. Plus, with enough cool moves, he could train the perfect lines of his body. He was instantly immersed in it.
"Wait until I've learned what you have in store, then I'll kill you!" Dahm's mind was filled with evil thoughts, and he ran out as well.
Garon was the only one left in the villa's living room. He stood up, walked out the door, and stood in front of the villa's main door, looking at the eight people running at a uniform speed on the lawn.
How nostalgic …
Memories flashed through his eyes. Back when he was weak, wasn't he like this, full of yearning and persistence for power?
Unfortunately … The eight people in front of him were just lambs waiting to be slaughtered in his eyes. They didn't even know that the fighting technique they yearned for was actually a Demonic Secret Technique with terrifying side effects.
Maybe it was because there had never been anything like a Secret Technique in this world, so they didn't know that the Secret Technique would have such strong side effects.
The Secret Technique Two-Faced Waterbird Fist was different from Shooting Shadow. The deeper the cultivation of this Secret Technique, the more Garon would have to personally impart a primer every once in a while to suppress the stronger Waterbird Fist inner force. Otherwise, there would be the danger of internal bleeding, itching all over, and dying from exhaustion.
In other words, this Secret Technique couldn't be stopped once it was started. If it stopped, there might be side effects. One had to continuously cultivate the Secret Technique, regardless of whether or not there was any progress.
Even if there were people with great talent who cultivated it deeper, the effect of the Secret Technique was that the deeper the cultivation, the more reliance it would have on Garon's primers, and the stronger the degree of control and control it would be.
With his back against the door frame, Garon quietly watched the eight figures running in circles on the lawn.
Unsurprisingly, after twenty laps, Garon announced that Cece had passed. After thirty laps, forty laps, and fifty laps, everyone had passed.
The lawn was huge, and one lap around it was about six hundred meters.
Twenty laps was twelve thousand meters. Cece was drenched in sweat by the time she finished. After hearing Garon announce that she had passed, she collapsed to the ground. Luckily, she had some martial arts foundation. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to finish. Even so, she was almost at her limit.
The rest of them had a solid foundation. Thirty laps was eighteen thousand meters, forty laps was twenty-four thousand meters, fifty laps was thirty thousand meters.
The last one to call for a stop was Jamie. He was indeed the best at running.
By the time they had finished, more than five hours had passed.
After all, they weren't professional long-distance runners. It was already pretty good to have this record, and they didn't even have to rehydrate halfway through.
Garon looked at the eight people in front of him who were as tired as dogs. The two servants in the villa beside him were passing water to each of them. It was light salt water with added salt.
"You're done. Let's start."
"Now … now?" Jamie asked, panting. He bent over with his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped down his chin.
"Of course …" Before he finished speaking, Garen's figure flashed in an instant, and he appeared beside Jamie. The five fingers of his right hand moved as if he was playing a zither, and instantly hit dozens of acupuncture points on Jamie's back.
Three crisp sounds could be heard from the rapid tapping of his fingers.
"Pa! Pa! Pa! "
No one saw the movements of Garon's fingers. They only saw a shadow flash on Jamie's back.
"Close your eyes and feel it!" Garon's figure flashed towards the rest of the people. Crisp sounds could be heard continuously. "Pay attention to the path of the aura in your body!!"
His voice was like thunder, directly reaching the ears of the eight people.
The two servants on the side were completely stunned. From their angle, they could only see Garon's figure walking in a circle among the eight people. Because they were on his back, they could not see Garon's movements.
Garon purposely avoided the sight of the cameras and the servants. Using a secret technique, he instantly injected a trace of his own primer aura, guiding a trace of energy to flow in their bodies according to the path of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist.
His current aura was already able to affect physical objects, unlike the Grandmasters of Combat in the Secret Technique World who could only affect the spirits of living things. Therefore, he could completely stimulate the bodies of the eight people and guide the flow of energy.
"Feel the flow of energy carefully. Don't forget!"
After a round of walking, Garon returned to his original position. He looked at the eight people sitting on the ground one by one. Their bodies were stiff. They closed their eyes and carefully felt the changes in their bodies.
It was noon. The sun at around two o 'clock was unusually vicious. The eight people were sweating profusely, but none of them opened their eyes or made a sound. They all had cautious expressions, afraid that the movement of energy in their bodies would suddenly disappear.
After a full ten minutes, they opened their eyes one after another. Their eyes were full of energy, as if they had recovered all the energy they had just used.
"Magical! Too magical!! " Jamie mumbled. He clenched his fists, and then gently released them. "I feel like my energy has completely recovered. In such a short time, I actually …! "
"Is this the true secret of the Two-Faced Ambush? Those postures and moves that don't conform to the laws of physics at all!? "Quentin could not suppress the shock in her eyes. She had never thought that there would be such a world in combat. That feeling of closing one's eyes and continuously swimming under the guidance of that trace of cold aura was like making love. No, compared to the pure physical pleasure, this feeling was even more intoxicating!
It was not just her. Even Dahm looked like he was drooling. His whole body was trembling. This feeling was even more comfortable than taking drugs. He did not want to get out of it at all.
"This is too good …"
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