The secret technique was just a tool that he used to cultivate his own forces. It had quick effects and strong power, but the side effects were huge. However, there was also a troublesome problem.
Once he went missing or left for a short period of time, his subordinates would not have the chance to obtain the primer. Instead, it would cause an extremely strong backlash.
Moreover, as the number of elites under his command increased, it would slowly become cumbersome to apply the primer to everyone frequently.
Garon was considering if he should cultivate a few capable people who could replace him in controlling the members.
Cece was in his consideration, but he still needed to observe her.
At this time, there was no one fighting for the position of president in the combat club. The eight leaders all recognized Garon as the only president, the real leader.
Out of the school building.
Garon sat down on a bench in a small garden. The small garden was circular in shape. In the middle of it was a black sculpture of a little boy with one hand pointing into the distance.
Garon sat behind the sculpture and took out his phone to send a message to Baldy.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was a reply.
"Boss, the auction item for the Stone Clock of Fortune is broken. It's sold in fragments. Do you want to continue the auction? I'm going to participate in the auction tomorrow. "
Garon thought for a while. "Continue. Send it to me when you get it."
"Understood."
After resting for a while, Garen waited until the bell rang to signal the end of the class. Only then did he stand up and walk back to his original campus.
*****
After that, Cece and the others were completely left behind by Garon. It would take some time for them to succeed in their training. Moreover, even if they succeeded, it would take close to a year for the side effects to act up. There was no need to rush at all.
Garon returned to his normal pace of life.
He was dragged to a few parties organized by other clubs. In just a few days, the number of people he got to know and meet had exceeded a few dozen.
Every one of them was only enough to exchange a few words with each other. Perhaps they would not have the chance to meet and chat in the future, but no one thought about that.
Garon's reputation in the combat club gradually spread. Many boys came because of his reputation. There were also many girls who took the initiative to invite him to dance at the ball.
For many students, they obviously didn't believe that Garon's strength was as exaggerated as the rumors said. They were only interested in his handsome appearance and elegant way of speaking. Of course, there were also girls who didn't like him.
The cheerleader of the first-year basketball team, a beautiful girl with long blonde curly hair, was also a freshman. She was not interested in Garon at all. Every time she saw Garon, she would show a trace of displeasure.
Just like that, the life of a freshman was not much different from that of an ordinary university.
It was just that their studies were more important and they were under more pressure. As a result, they had fewer fans. Of course, Garon might not have come into contact with it, but he had no interest in taking drugs. Even if the effects of drugs were strong, could it be as strong as the pleasure he got from controlling his aura and stimulating his nerves?
From what he knew, Dahm, the notorious playboy of the combat club, had completely given up his drug addiction. No one knew what he was researching all day long, but when his friends saw him, they felt that he had become a little mysterious.
Garon knew, that guy had probably already started.
The reason why the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist was called a demonic art by him was because the speed of starting was too fast. Not only was the effect fast, every practice would be accompanied by a strong sense of pleasure. This kind of pleasure was much stronger than taking drugs or having sex. It was the direct effect of the inner strength stimulating the special nerves in the body. People could not help but be addicted to it, constantly cultivating, cultivating, and cultivating again.
This was the characteristic of demonic arts. The early effects were very fast, but in the middle and late stages, there would be unimaginable repercussions and a difficult speed of progress.
This was something that Garon could not control or modify.
This was the natural law of the universe. Every matter, every object, had its own degree of difficulty. The secret technique, the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist, was the same.
What he did was to put the easiest in front, the best in front, and the difficult in the back. That was all.
The natural law of the universe was that to reach a certain level of strength, one must put in enough effort and talent. Demonic arts seemed like a shortcut, but in reality, the real difference between it and the orthodox path was only the order.
Just like bitterness followed by sweetness or sweetness followed by bitterness, it all depended on which one chose.
Just like building a building, to reach a certain height, one could either honestly lay a good foundation and slowly build it up step by step. Or simply do some basic work and quickly build it up.
The former had a solid foundation and did not have any fatal flaws. Even if it encountered a bigger disaster, it might be able to withstand it.
The latter was different. Perhaps the speed was fast at the beginning and no difference could be seen, but once time passed and the cultivation reached a higher level, the higher the level, the more pressure it would place on the foundation. If one was not careful, the building might collapse, not to mention any disasters.
The height of any career secret technique was like this. To reach a higher level and achieve greater success, the foundation must be solid enough. This was the orthodox path. But for the demonic path, the higher the level, the more dangerous it would be. Every step could cause the foundation to collapse because it could not withstand the pressure.
This was the most basic law of physics. Even Garon could not change it.
Of course, the various modifications he made were not without effect. The reason why he could greatly increase the power of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist was because he used the aura of his soul seed, mixed with the strength of the demonic Slaughtering Hand as a primer.
While this primer controlled his subordinates, it also had the effect of greatly increasing their attack power.
The price to pay for this was that this power was not something they could control with their will and spirit. Naturally, they would need external intervention to control and suppress the side effects and dangers, as a balance.
In other words, the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist that they practiced was the Waterbird Fist that carried the aura of Garen's Demonic Technique. Although it was weakened by many times, it still had a strong effect on external enemies that was similar to Aura. It could produce hallucinations that were similar to hypnosis, as well as some kind of special lethal force.
As for the perfected version of the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique, the price was naturally the modification of the foundation. The time to progress in the early stages would be abnormally slow, almost becoming a standard orthodox secret technique. It was the same principle as the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist.
If they really wanted Garon to teach them orthodox techniques, the problem was that it would take too long. By the time they grew up, they would have already reached a terrifying height and would not need their help. Then what was the point of establishing a so-called seed power?
So they could only let them down. At most, they would change their treatment according to their personality.
*****
Pa.
"Full House!! Hahaha, I won again!! "
Messi proudly slapped the cards in his hand on the table.
"Take the money, take the money! Following Garon is really different! Hehe. "
In the dormitory, there were not only four people from their dormitory, there were also two or three people from the opposite dormitory. They were in pairs, playing cards together.
The card game was called Full House. It was also Garon's first time learning it. It was more of a test of computing power and memory.
However, this was undoubtedly Garon's biggest advantage. His computing power and memory were determined by his attribute points. At this time, because of his secret technique practice, he was about to break through 3. Compared to the average person, he was already at an inhuman level.
Messi, who was in the same group as him, was smiling crookedly.
The others were constantly cursing and complaining about their bad luck. Even one of the guys who taught them this game was losing so much that his face turned green.
"What the f * ck!" A black guy threw his cards down. "I'm not playing anymore. If I continue playing, I'll lose all my living expenses!"
This guy was in a language enhancement class. It was specially designed for international students. However, his progress was very fast. At the beginning, he did not understand much slang. Now, he was able to communicate with the people in the dormitory freely.
"Playing cards is boring. Why don't we play computer attack and defense?" A white guy with glasses suggested.
"Forget it. Won't you be the only one who wins?" The rest of them looked down on him.
This guy was a computer genius. His nearsightedness of more than 700 points was developed from playing computer games. When he was in high school, he participated in the America's Anonymous Hacker War and was the main attacker. Of course, no one knew if he was bragging or if it was true.
However, even with Garon's hacking skills, it was not enough to deal with him. He took down everything in a few seconds and wrote the word 'weak' on Garon's desktop.
Some time ago, he designed a game that could simulate a hacker's attack and defense using entertainment turrets. This way, even outsiders who were not very experienced could join in the game.
Of course, basic computing and imagination were necessary to break through the defense and avoid the attack.
However, there was no suspense in the result.
Since then, he and Garon were known as the two tyrants of the dormitory on this floor. They were the king of cards and the king of computers.
Garon shook his head in boredom and put away the cards.
"It's you guys who said you were bored and asked me to play. You can't blame me."
"Damn it! The moves I just learned are useless! "Alissanda was depressed.
"Did your report pass?" Messi asked casually.
"Of course. Who do you think I am?" Alissanda patted his chest. Although he had obviously lost a few pounds, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of bones.
"There's a lecture in the afternoon. It's Professor Miller's economics topic. Who wants to go?" A guy from Huang Mao in the other dormitory asked.
"Is it Miller who won the Mark Damis Award?" Messi was suddenly interested.
"Yes, he's going on a university tour soon. A few days ago, he announced that he would be coming to our school. Didn't you see?"
"I was busy with social practice research. Didn't I forget?" Messi patted his head. "I'm going to the business school in my second year. I can't miss this lecture!"
The rest of them yawned and dispersed. Messi and the guy excitedly discussed some professional content in economics. Complicated professional terms came out of their mouths from time to time.
Garen wasn't interested in this at all. He was planning to study medicine. Gullivier's two strongest areas were economics and medicine. He had already decided on his direction. If he studied the medical content here, he might be able to reap unexpected benefits.
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