Looking at Garon's unfathomable blue eyes, for some reason, Quentin and Xander felt a slight chill.
This mysterious president who had led them into the Supreme Martial Arts Hall from the very beginning seemed to not care about the fight between Hochman and Xander, and even had a supportive attitude.
Hochman was now known as the Fist Tyrant in the northern part of America, his strength had once broken a steel pillar as thick as a thigh in a fit of rage, reaching a terrifying and inhuman level. After consecutively smashing seven world class boxing champions and famous underground brawlers to death, his reputation had reached a terrifying level. Someone had once shot him with a pistol, but the speed at which he pulled the trigger could not compare to the speed at which he sprinted and punched. With just one punch, he sent his opponent flying, his upper body deformed. His internal organs and bones were mixed into a paste.
On the other hand, Dahm was ruthless and evil, using terror and law to rule his subordinates. He had gathered the most vicious thugs, murderers, robbers, and all sorts of top criminal talents, and was known as the Death Fist. Similarly, because of his terrifying, mysterious, and cruel skills, he could kill without leaving a trace, and was feared by his subordinates and enemies. He was especially fond of his subordinates with large and strong bodies, and had a strange habit of dressing up as women.
The two of them had become the true rulers of the entire northern part of America. Their influence was overwhelming, and with the cooperation of the two great families, no one could stop them, be it in terms of funds or official status.
"After all, they are the two strongest people in our combat club …" Quentin tried to convince Garon, "Ever since the combat club became famous, the members of the club have helped each other, and have formed a huge network of power. Now, after more than a year, it has developed into a large-scale network system. As a member, everyone should help each other develop, and only then will our power become stronger and stronger. Hochman and Dahm are both the most outstanding members among us, we can't … "
"So what?" Garon interrupted her. "The weak are prey to the strong, it is only right and proper. This is their own choice, I have no right to interfere. "
Quentin choked, and was speechless for a moment.
"You taught us and guided us into the sect, so you are our teacher." Xander said in a low voice, "Only you can stop their fight now."
"The only one in this world who can stop them is you," Xander said seriously. "I beg you." He lowered his head and bowed deeply.
Quentin also lowered her head and bowed. "We can't just stand by and watch them kill each other. Please! "
Garon picked up the green tea and took a sip.
Quentin peeked at this mysterious man from the corner of her eyes. His every move was completely incomprehensible. No one knew where he came from with his shocking martial arts cultivation. This powerful and mysterious man, under the terrifying prestige of his two disciples, was gradually given the title of Fist Saint.
However, even if there were people who knew about his family and other information about him, no one would be able to understand where his terrifying and powerful martial arts came from.
Even if they were so powerful now, whether it was Hochman or Dahm, the two of them were extremely reserved and low-key in front of Garon, and still treated him with respect.
The only one who could stop the two of them, was him.
Quentin knew this in her heart, but she would never know that the real cause of the two of them fighting to the death was not anyone else, but Garon himself.
Quentin herself knew how terrifying the martial arts she learned from Garon were. It was a kind of path that seemed to have no end, and could be explored endlessly …
She had now reached the third level of the Illusory Spinning White Jade, which was the spinning level. Although there was no way for her to reach the fourth level, her strength was enough to beat everyone outside of the combat club, making her invincible.
Her own family ran a fight club, so she had a clear understanding of how frightening the techniques she had mastered were. After accidentally crippling two well-known boxers, she understood that the techniques she had mastered were simply terrifying killing techniques. It was a battlefield technique that had evolved from countless battles. There was no mercy, no kindness, only killing.
The Two-Faced Waterbird Fist, hidden in its beautiful and elegant steps, was a fatal killing intent.
Compared to them, Hochman and Dahm had even started to create the most suitable Waterbird Fist for themselves. Their strength was like a rocket that kept on increasing, as if there was no end to it.
"Unfortunately." Garen crossed his fingers and placed them on the table, "The Two-Faced Waterbird Fist is the fist technique that I've taught you. In fact, once it reaches a certain level, it will be divided into two directions, Yin and Yang, depending on the individual's physique. Only those with special talents can activate this characteristic. The battle between the Yin Extreme Waterbird Fist and the Yang Extreme Waterbird Fist is predestined. Once they defeat and kill each other, they will be able to fuse with each other's Secret Technique essence, and they will be able to reach an unimaginable level. "
This was the first time Garon had explained the true meaning of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist to the two of them.
"Yin and Yang, this is why it was named the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist."
This was the first time Quentin and Xander had heard of such a story, and were unconsciously stunned. They had always thought that Hochman and Dahm had some personal grudge against each other, and that was why they were fighting to the death. But now it seemed that … all of this had been planned by Garon from the beginning …
As successors of the Waterbird Fist, they only now understood the true secret of this killing technique.
"You … What is your goal!" Xander raised his head, and suppressed anger appeared in his eyes.
"Goal?" Garon laughed, "Do you think martial arts is playing house? That power can be obtained easily, without paying any price. Or should I say, with that little price you paid, you can obtain such a terrifying technique? Don't be naive. "
"The right path of martial arts has never had martial arts that could progress so quickly. Martial arts that have no repercussions, to reach your level, they would need at least ten years of orthodox training. So do you think that the martial arts you practice belong to that kind of martial arts? "Garon laughed with a hint of sarcasm.
"Shortcuts come with a price." He finally said, and stood up, "Alright, it's getting late, let's go back."
The two of them were stunned, they recalled the time when Garon first imparted great power to them, and then recalled the series of things that they had obtained because of it, and for a moment their minds were in a mess.
In a daze, they were asked to leave by the servants, and only on the way back did they come to their senses.
No wonder every once in a while, they had to gather at Garon's place in the name of adjusting their martial arts progress. Every time, they needed Garon to personally check on their progress. Now it seemed that he was checking on everyone to eliminate any repercussions.
For a moment, the two of them were in a mess, and no longer had the mood to care about Hochman and Dahm. They needed to go back and check on their own condition.
*****
Grano Town, in a small wooden house in the forest.
Surrounded by lush forest trees, the house was silent, as if there was something protecting this small wooden house built by the rangers.
"Are you crazy? Letting two normal humans come into contact with Lars? That perverted lunatic is crazy!? "
Inside the wooden house, Pritto sat on the sofa, and opposite him stood a beautiful blonde woman, who was looking at Pritto in disbelief.
"You actually gave such an important thing to two normal people? I don't know what you've been through during this period, but such an action seems extremely stupid to me! "The woman's chest was heaving up and down, and it was obvious that she was very angry.
"I believe them …" Pritto said in a low voice. There was a cigarette between his fingers, but he did not light it.
"Barton's current targets are you and me. No one would think that the thing is not with us, but there. As members of the Scarlet Moon Clan, we are not afraid of his middle-level hypnotic control technique. Now, only you and I know this secret. "Pritto raised his head quietly, and looked at the woman.
"Then aren't you afraid that they will be controlled by the hypnotic technique?! That's ridiculous! "The woman said irritably.
"I've tried, and their willpower is very strong. Furthermore, they have undergone similar training to resist, so there's no way to control them." Pritto explained. "Furthermore, they seem to know a special combat technique, and their strength is very good."
"No matter how strong they are, they are still normal humans. A middle-level Blood Breed can kill them with just one look! Alright … Alright, alright … "The woman raised both her hands." Forget it, I don't care about you anymore. How you decide is your own problem. Anyway, you'll be responsible for anything that happens. I don't want to be involved in this matter anymore! You can do whatever you want! "She turned around and left in a huff.
Only Pritto was left sitting in the wooden house. He laughed bitterly and coughed twice, his expression becoming more and more miserable.
"Actually, I didn't want to involve these two innocent people, but I had no other choice, and they have already been involved."
*****
Faya State, Feinan City, not far from Grano, in a private clubhouse room.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and it was pitch black. There was a faint smell of smoke in the air.
Two middle-aged men in black windbreakers stood in front of the window, one in front and one behind. Both of their figures seemed to have completely blended into the darkness, as if they were just two statues, quietly standing in front of the window, emitting a gloomy and cold aura.
"The operation failed. Two normal people were involved, and they went to the rendezvous point in place of Pritto. They actually injured Lars."
"It should be the work of other Blood Breeds. Lars loves his reputation more than his own life. If news of normal people injuring middle-level Blood Breeds got out, he wouldn't be afraid of being laughed at. If it really doesn't work, we'll transfer a few more people over. Let's not drag this out for too long. The local witches' attitude towards us is very unfriendly. Once we take action, we must be quick. Do you know Pritto's whereabouts? "
"He should be with Cavenly. If we find Cavenly, we will definitely be able to find him. "
"That's good. We have to move quickly. The other areas have almost been settled, and we can't fall behind."
"Yes."
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