The black clock tower in the distance was like a giant pencil tip, with only a little bit of light shining down from above.
In the sky, he could see the orange light of an airplane moving slowly.
Outside the open window, a cool breeze blew in and hit his face. Instantly, he felt a refreshing sense of clarity, mixed with the faint smell of grass. There was also a faint smell of perfume coming from somewhere nearby.
The sound of insects in the distance, the occasional bird, and the sound of singing came from nowhere. It was neat and gentle, as if they were singing praises. It was all children's voices.
Garon suddenly felt much more awake.
He carefully tried to recall the dream just now, but his mind seemed to be unable to recall anything.
He could not remember how long it had been since he felt fear. How long had it been? Ten years? Twenty years? Fifty years? Sixty years?
That kind of emotion seemed to arise naturally, he could not control it, as if it was a natural reaction of his body. He clearly did not encounter anything that could make him feel fear.
"What a strange dream." He used a wet towel to wipe his face and shook his head slightly.
After taking a deep breath, Garon hung the towel and carried his violin back to his bedroom. He looked at the white laptop, but did not have the desire to turn it on.
He did not even turn on the light, he just sat on the bed.
After carefully checking his body condition, he did not find any abnormalities. Garon could only secretly remember this dream in his heart.
In the following days, he went to class every day, practiced the Slaughtering Hand Secret Technique, observed Cece's progress, and trained the five vice presidents.
The five vice presidents changed a lot, especially the two of them, Hochman and Dahm.
Both of them gradually began to show the demeanor of a top martial artist. One of them was domineering, the other was feminine. They had gradually formed their own martial artist's dignity and philosophy.
*****
A few months later …
Bang bang!!
Four consecutive arms, Hochman and Dahm clashed together. The floor under their feet made two cracking sounds, instantly spreading out fine cracks like a spider web.
Garon, wearing a white robe, stood quietly at the side with his hands behind his back, watching the battle.
Hochman attacked more than he defended. His arms were like battle axes, and every time he chopped, there would be a strong whistling in the air. His body was getting stronger by the day, and his hair was cut into a simple buzz cut. After taking off his glasses, his face was extremely ferocious. He was like a ferocious lion, biting and pouncing. Every time, he had a terrifying determination and aura, as if he would not stop until he had completely killed his opponent!
On the other hand, Dahm was more defensive than offensive. However, each of his attacks were extremely hidden and insidious. Similarly, his attacks were incomparably vicious and targeted at Hochman's vital points.
They were not sparring at all, but fighting to the death!!
Quentin, Jamie, and Raelan watched on with trepidation, glancing at Garon from time to time. The president didn't seem to mind this sort of sparring at all. Instead, he seemed abnormally satisfied.
They could only hope that Garon had enough confidence to separate the two in time.
In the spacious and spacious gymnasium, there were five bodyguards guarding it. The entire gymnasium had been bought by them as a specialized training ground for the five of them.
In the middle of the field, the wind from the exchange between Hochman and Dahm caused the clothes of Garon and Jamie to flutter slightly.
Bam!
Hochman swung his fist, and his entire upper body spun half a circle. His right fist shot out like a cannonball, and hit Dahm's parrying right elbow.
Dahm was sent flying, and he spun and rolled far away.
"Die!!"
Hochman let out a roar and pounced over, striking down with an incomparably fierce elbow strike.
Ka-chak!
A hole was instantly smashed in the thick wooden floor.
Dahm dodged in time, and blood trickled down the right side of his forehead. He stared coldly at Hochman.
"Hehe …" He suddenly laughed coldly, and lightly tapped his index fingers together in front of his chest.
"Turning Moon …"
In an instant, his entire person seemed to have disappeared, and with a flash, he completely disappeared without a trace.
"Above!!" Quentin shouted loudly.
The other two immediately looked up, and saw Dahm pouncing down. Without a sound, his two index fingers pierced towards Hochman's eyes cruelly. His index fingers seemed to be surrounded by a layer of spiky white air current, and looked extremely mysterious.
"The Third Level's Turning Ultimate Skill? You're not the only one who has it … "Hochman laughed coldly. He raised his right arm, and the muscles on his arm suddenly swelled fiercely, turning black and large, and countless greenish-black veins wrapped around its surface.
"Dragon Turn!!"
Bam!
A ring of white air spread out from the back of his right arm, and like the recoil of a cannonball, it smashed towards Dahm, who was pouncing down from the air.
Roar!!
It was as if a wild beast's roar rang in the air. It was unknown what kind of wild beast it was, but it also sounded like the fury of a lion.
"Enough!"
With a sudden shout, Garon's figure instantly appeared between the two of them.
Two balls of white explosive air currents exploded, and Garon grabbed both of their arms at the same time, completely isolating them.
The muscles on Hochman's face seemed to have gathered in between his eyebrows, forming the shape of the Chinese character 'Chuan'.
His right arm was grabbed single-handedly by Garon. It was obviously an ordinary arm that was much thinner and weaker than his own, but with just a light pinch of a small part of his arm, all of his strength was completely neutralized.
Hochman's skin was slightly red, and even a little black. His body seemed to be steaming hot, and wisps of white air steamed up, which was a strange phenomenon caused by the rapid evaporation of his sweat.
On the other side, both of Dahm's fingers were grabbed by Garon, and he stood firmly on the floor. The original viciousness in his eyes quickly retracted, and his face returned to its original gentle smile. He was obviously a strong man with strong muscles, but at this moment, he revealed a mysterious and charming smile like a woman, which gave people goosebumps.
"Since teacher has said so, then let's call it a day. I happen to have some matters to attend to, so please help yourselves." He retracted his hand, and gently rubbed his fingers in a slightly narcissistic manner.
"What a heartless man. You don't even care about our good relationship in the past."
Hochman also retracted his hand, and snorted coldly. The muscles between his eyebrows returned to normal.
There were two bodyguards behind each of them who came up to wipe their sweat.
"I also have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." A bodyguard behind Hochman put on a black coat for him.
The door of the gymnasium was opened by a professional, and the scene of snow dancing outside was revealed.
"Teacher, I'll go back first."
Garon nodded. Ever since they had activated the primer, their abilities had improved by leaps and bounds. They had far surpassed the other three people who were training at the same time, and they had far surpassed Cece and Xander whom he had high hopes for.
Now, the two of them had formed their own combat martial arts system. After participating in Garon's training, they had even spent their own money to hire top-notch experts to train themselves.
Hochman had even fought with polar bears and African lions bare-handed.
On the other hand, Dahm appeared and disappeared mysteriously every day. It was said that he often went deep into the primitive tropical jungle alone, and there was no news of him for more than ten days. The longest time he went was more than a month, and when he returned, he dragged two giant crocodiles, which shocked the entire family.
Now, the two of them had each established their own black organization. The entire underground world of Nottingham had been divided between the two of them, and their powers had radiated to several large states around them in an extremely short amount of time.
Ever since Garon discovered that they had activated the primer and turned it into a seed, he no longer forcefully controlled them. Most of the time, he simply fed them moves, and now he actually did not need to feed them anymore. Most of the time, because of the power of the seed, Hochman and Dahm would kill each other even more crazily.
They both had a feeling that as long as they killed each other, they would be able to achieve a supreme and terrifying realm. That was naked power, a power that was close to being invincible!
As their cultivation of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist gradually deepened, and after reaching the highest Illusion Realm, the two of them truly felt the terror and power of this secret skill.
Their energy was extremely vigorous, and their enormous energy could support their incomparably clear minds to operate at high speed. They were already heroes among men, and because of this, they continued to achieve results and received more and more attention from the family.
Before they even graduated, they were already gradually holding power within the family.
Walking out of the gymnasium, Hochman looked up at the snow in the sky, and a trace of haze flashed across his eyes.
"Dahm … Hmph."
A dozen or so men in black followed behind him quietly.
The group of people stepped on the snow, and got into a few black cars. The convoy slowly drove away along the road.
After a while, Dahm put on a red slim-fit windbreaker, and on the windbreaker's neck was a furry white and brown patterned scarf.
He stuffed his hands into the windbreaker's pockets, and walked out surrounded by a few men in the same black attire. Different from Hochman, his men wore a red scarf on their right arm. Each of them had a strong build, and almost all of them were close to two meters tall. On the contrary, this set off his petite and weak figure in the crowd.
He stretched out his hand, and one of his men immediately respectfully handed him an exquisite lipstick.
Dahm took the lipstick and lightly applied it on his lips, and then took out a small makeup mirror to carefully check his makeup. Only when it was perfect did he put away the mirror, satisfied.
"Hochman is so angry, what is it for? Is it still that cute little apple? "Dahm's finger tapped on his chin, as if he was thinking.
"There should be some problems with his business." A man wearing glasses reported in a low voice.
"Oh? Then what about the little apple that he cares about? What about his dearest cousin? "Dahm raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Seems like she fell in love with a man outside, a Nordic."
Dahm nodded, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Do you think we should add something to him? Maybe it will be fun ~ ~ ~ "
"Your subordinate also thinks that now is the best time to attack Hochman. Hochman likes his cousin, but this kind of love is too heavy and overbearing. He doesn't allow her to go out, and doesn't even allow her to work. She can only wait for him at home when he is tired. This kind of life is unbearable for anyone. It's normal that she can't stand it. "
The man wearing glasses said eerily, and pushed his glasses up.
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