Bam!!
Garen's palm landed on Jamie's shoulder, sending him flying and tumbling away, landing heavily on the grass not too far away.
"Too weak."
He shook his head and glanced at the five people lying on the ground in front of him.
"That's all you've improved in a week?"
The disappointment on his face was obvious.
It was too terrifying …
Quentin tried to support herself up, but her legs were trembling as if they were cramping.
The figure standing in the middle of the field was like a demon god, undefeatable!
They had lost count of how many times they had pounced on him, but the result was the same every time. Pain and convulsive trembling had become synonymous with Garon's image.
Even the most numb Dahm lowered his head, not daring to look into Garon's eyes.
"You think this is training?" Garon's voice came. "Of course, this is training, but I hope you can attack me with the intention of killing me."
"It's just normal training, is there a need to do this?" Hochman asked while lying on the ground. His clothes were drenched in sweat, and his muscles were slightly bulging. He no longer had the weak image he had before, and only the glasses he wore left a trace of gentleness.
"There's no other way …" Garon opened his hands, "Because you're too weak, so weak that I don't even have the desire to attack …"
His tone was full of resentment, and for some reason, the others felt the urge to beat him up.
"This should strengthen you a little, I think …"
Garon buttoned up a few buttons on his black shirt.
"Forget it, that's it for today, don't bother me if there's nothing."
"Since you said so." Dahm suddenly said, and his voice made Garon stop in his tracks. "Then what about this!!?"
A black pistol suddenly appeared in his hand, and he pointed it straight at Garon, and his voice suddenly became louder.
Suddenly, the four people around him gasped.
"Dahm, what are you doing!!? Put down the gun! "Quentin roared.
Hochman pushed his glasses up, and didn't say anything.
To be honest, the five of them had already regarded Garen as their own teacher and master. The five of them also regarded each other as fellow apprentices and juniors.
He had some understanding of Dahm's mentality, so he wasn't too surprised.
As for Jamie and Raelan, they were another group that had a close relationship. The five of them were divided into three groups: Jamie and Raelan, Hochman and Dahm, and Quentin, who was actually alone. The three circles were actually connected by Quentin.
When it came to understanding Dahm, no one else knew as much as he did …
Hochman looked at Garon with a hint of expectation and scrutiny.
"So, what will you do?"
"How are you going to deal with guns? Guns and cannons are the main theme of this era that you're so fond of … "Dahm's face, which was a little pale due to his training, revealed a sinister smile. "You can't blame me for this. You were the one who said you wanted us to kill you! If that's the case, this method should work, right? "
Garon suddenly let out a chuckle. He turned around, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Dahm with a contemptuous gaze that he had never shown before.
"Interesting …"
He pointed at his forehead.
"Come on, shoot here. Don't worry, shoot. "
That gaze, which was as if he was looking at a worm struggling under his feet, instantly enraged Dahm. The sinister smile on his face instantly darkened.
"You think I don't dare?"
"Do you?" Garon's lips curled up slightly. "Do you … dare?" He said word by word.
Bang!!
A gunshot rang out.
Almost at the same time, Garon's figure appeared in front of Dahm, and kicked him hard in the waist.
Blergh!
Dahm's eyes rolled back in pain, and blood and vomit came out of his mouth. The pistol fell from his hand and fell to the side. His whole body curled up like a shrimp, and was kicked into the air, and slammed into the wall not far away.
Garon walked over, grabbed his hair, and lifted him up.
"How do you feel?" He asked with a smile.
"Very … very good …" Dahm weakly squeezed out a few words, and even with his mouth full of blood, he still tried to put on a smile.
"Don't move!" A voice came from behind Garon.
It was Hochman!
He held a sharp knife in his hand, and was pressing it against Garon's back.
"I'm going to kill you! You said it yourself. "Hochman held the sharp knife in his hand, but his forehead was sweating profusely.
He didn't feel anything when he was far away, but now that he was in close contact, he could clearly feel how terrifying Garon's body was.
The shadow of being beaten up these days and the fear in his heart kept stimulating his nerves, urging him to quickly get away! Get away from this invincible man.
"I won't give in so easily!" Hochman's heart kept roaring to himself.
"Hochman?" Garon threw Dahm away with one hand, and turned around, not caring about the sharp knife at his waist. "To be able to attack me from behind without a sound, you've improved quite well."
Although he suppressed his physical fitness and ability to the same level as these people, his King of the Century realm couldn't be changed. With this state of mind, his use and understanding of all kinds of Secret Techniques was far beyond the average person.
Under such circumstances, Hochman being able to hide behind him was a huge improvement.
"Stab." Garon moved his left hand up, and pressed it against his chest. "Stab here."
A smile appeared on his face.
"Do you dare?" The same sentence was said to Dahm just now, and now to Hochman.
Whoosh …
A shapeless breeze blew from afar, sweeping across the grass, and making Hochman's cold sweat even colder.
"I'm standing right here." Garon stared at him calmly. "Stab down. Weaklings don't have the right to hesitate. "
The sharp knife was shaking.
Hochman's sweat had almost completely soaked his clothes.
He lowered his head, not daring to look into Garon's eyes. He could feel his own hand trembling in fear.
Ahhhhh!!!!!
In an instant, the sharp knife stabbed forward fiercely.
Hochman roared crazily, the veins on his face bulging, and his whole body used all his strength to stab forward.
Bang!
The grass field was dead silent.
The five of them stared blankly at Garon's right hand, none of them could believe that this was real.
The sharp knife, had actually been broken!
Just as Hochman was about to stab forward with all his strength, Garon flicked his finger, his gloved right hand lightly touching the sharp knife, and the blade instantly broke.
Everything happened in an instant.
Bang!
Hochman was instantly slapped in the right arm, and his whole body rolled like an acrobat, flying into the air, and landing beside Dahm, who was not far away.
Both of them were covered in wounds, and this time, they were not the kind of wounds that he had held back, but real internal injuries.
He did not hold back, and Garon's strength was not just the strength of his training.
Hence, both of them were seriously injured.
Their bodies were broken, and there were signs of broken bones everywhere, and their organs were in pain. Both of them could not help but bite their lips to prevent themselves from crying out in pain.
Garon grinned, and looked at the other three, Quentin, Jamie, and Raelan, the three of them could not react to such a fast change of pace. They were still staring blankly at Garon.
"Let's call it a day. But at least you have some awareness, not bad. "He left them with these words, and strode away from the field.
This was the back of an old abandoned garden, and the originally neat field was now a mess, the walls were full of holes, and the cement was still falling.
After Garon left, the few of them did not move for a long time.
A group of medical staff rushed in, and began to check everyone's bodies, collect data, give them recovery energy drinks, and treat their injuries.
"Their injuries are very serious!" A doctor checked Hochman and Dahm's bodies, and his eyebrows instantly furrowed. "Internal bleeding, multiple comminuted fractures, blood pressure is abnormally high, heart rate is too fast … This won't do! Inject blood pressure tranquilizers immediately! "
"We have preparations here!"
"Send them to the main hospital immediately! Quick quick quick!! "
The group of people pushed the two of them away in a hurry.
"The president did not hold back this time …" Quentin sat on the grass, and exhaled heavily.
"Do you feel like Hochman and Dahm are about to go crazy?" Jamie sat beside her, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. "Especially Hochman, his changes are making me more and more wary, he is becoming more and more like the president, but also a little different. I don't know if I'm wrong. "
"He and Dahm are both getting stronger and stronger. You're not wrong. "Raelan stood at the side and said in a low voice. "I don't know what the president is planning, to train us like this, but I know that Dahm and Hochman are probably close to the president's expectations …"
Jamie and Quentin looked at Raelan, this red-haired girl had already started to grow her hair, and unknowingly, there was a sharp and decisive heroic aura around her, especially between her eyebrows, there was a sense of aggression that made people unable to look at her directly, that kind of piercing gaze, a temperament similar to President Garon's feminine side, was starting to appear on her body.
Dahm and Hochman, the two companions they were familiar with, and Raelan, were now slowly becoming somewhat unfamiliar, that unknown mysterious and dangerous aura was leaking out of them day by day. All of this made Quentin and Jamie feel more and more unfamiliar.
Not only this world, but also the companions they were familiar with.
*****
"Quick quick quick! Send the ambulance! The patient's heart rate can't be suppressed at all! "
"Change to Matt Andor!! Pure IV injection!! "
"No … No! It's useless! "
"Change to Sedative!!"
"No, the needle won't go in!" The nurse was about to cry.
Just then.
Hochman suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to shine with a white light in the dark night.
Smack!
He pulled off the oxygen mask on his mouth, and actually sat up straight.
Under the stunned gaze of the surrounding doctors and nurses, his eyes carried a hint of joy, a hint of satisfaction, and a hidden rage.
"The fear of crossing over death … So this is what it feels like …" He muttered softly, the strong muscles all over his body started to tremble and twist like flowing water, swelling and turning black.
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