Tap … Tap … Tap …
In the study room in Berlin, Garon's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.
He lowered his head to look at Dahm who was kneeling on the ground and Hochman who was standing respectfully beside him. The atmosphere was slightly oppressive.
"You are all my proudest and strongest disciples," Garon said in a slow but powerful tone.
Dahm and Hochman didn't say anything. Only Dahm's body started to tremble slightly, as if he was afraid of something.
"I taught you to bring my Waterbird Fist to greater heights," Garon looked at Dahm, "but look at what you've done? You destroyed the transmitter and caused me to be unable to send out my follow-up instructions. You almost did something irreversible. "
Garon's expression was calm and gentle, as if he was chatting about what to do in the afternoon.
"If I didn't ask Hochman to come in time, Dahm …"
"It's my fault!!" Dahm lowered his head, "I'm willing to accept any punishment!!"
His voice was trembling.
Everything he had came from his fist technique, and Garon controlled the source of his fist technique. Once this source was taken away … or if it couldn't be replenished after a period of time … That kind of inhuman pain made his bones itch to the deepest part, but he couldn't scratch it at all.
Hochman glanced at him with a cold expression.
"Master, the conflict with the Blood Breeds is unavoidable. Dahm killed the inheritor of the Holy Technique from one of the Blood Breeds' five big families. Every inheritor of the Holy Technique is carefully selected. They are the hope of the family, so we must prepare early. "
"What do you think …?" Garon looked at this disciple who was obviously calm and collected. He knew that this guy had obviously interrogated some vampires to get information.
"Master, please move to the Holy Fist Palace. We have built an absolutely safe base of defense facilities there. Now, the Blood Breeds don't know that you are the president of our combat club, or rather, they don't know that the Holy Fist of the combat club refers to you. Facing the Blood Breeds, we must also establish a perfect system. A loose organization can't deal with the Blood Breeds' huge accumulation, "Hochman explained softly.
"What you mean is that we should combine our forces, the combat club, the Nighthawks, your Boxing Tyrant Club, Dahm's Deathfist Club, and Quentin's forces?" Garon understood what he meant.
This Hochman looked cold and straightforward. In fact, compared to Dahm, he was the real shrewd guy.
"With the Holy Fist Palace as the core, we'll form a huge group. I believe that with Teacher's strength, no matter if it's the Blood Breeds or anything else, no one will be able to stop us," Hochman revealed his ambition honestly.
"Integrate the fighting power of the entire world and form a martial arts system with us as the core. Let everyone respect the Holy Fist Palace as the supreme holy land! Isn't this in line with Teacher's intention of imparting the Profound Meaning of the Fist Art? "He was clearly speaking in a cold and deep voice, but it still gave people a strong sense of motivation.
Garon looked at this disciple carefully.
"My fist technique is an ancient killing fist technique. Are you sure you understand what this means?"
Unifying the entire martial arts school and creating the world's holy land of martial arts was equivalent to starting an era. What kind of great undertaking and achievement was this?!
However, the bloodshed that it would bring would also be unprecedented. This would be a battle to determine the orthodox supremacy.
"This is the best idea we can think of," Hochman nodded. It was obvious that this was not the first day he had this idea.
Garen narrowed his eyes. He understood that Hochman wanted him to integrate the entire force, but it was more for his own ambitions. This disciple knew that he did not have the heart to manage these trivial matters, so he could only entrust these matters to other people to manage. Dahm was also not a suitable candidate to manage such a large organization. He was too cruel. Among the people who were truly suitable, there were not many to choose from.
"This matter can be done," Garon said slowly, setting the tone. "Judging from your and Dahm's progress, the results of the World Fighting Competition that you organized were very good. It was very successful."
"Indeed," Hochman nodded. Hochman nodded. "So far, we have received different martial arts sects from 246 countries around the world. We have recorded and registered some of the key powerful sects and special sects. This includes the areas they occupy, their social status, their own influence, their economic strength, etc. "
He pushed up his glasses.
"From this information, I found that even the strongest fighting school cannot compare to the strength of my Waterbird Fist. Most of the Grandmasters of Combat are unable to deal with the siege of firearms, and they lack actual combat experience. Most of them are just for show. "
Garon nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't the competition an opportunity to get rid of these useless trash schools?"
"Get rid of the weeds and keep the pure. This is an ancient saying from the East," Hochman laughed. "In the end, after we finalized the standards, there are only three schools in the world that can be called martial arts schools, excluding us."
"Which three?"
"With us as the center, there is the Eastern Fist Arts in the West. It contains many sets of fighting styles. It has been passed down for thousands of years and is very valuable. The main countries where it is distributed are China, India, Mongolia, Russia, and other countries. There is the Saudi Fist Arts in the South. It includes many knife techniques and leg techniques. It focuses on speed and is mainly distributed in Argentina, Chile, Brazil, and other countries. In the East, it is more complicated. Various schools are mixed and blended. The strongest combat school is the Mokso Sword School. It was founded by the master swordsman Mokso. However, it has now evolved into swordsmanship and spear techniques that are used together with firearms. It is mainly distributed in various European countries. Its swordsmanship concept has a profound influence on the combat of various countries. Many countries also invite their experts to be their instructors for special forces training, "Hochman spoke with great familiarity, pointing out the major schools that were worth paying attention to one by one.
"Eastern Fist, Saudi Fist, Mokso Sword School, our country's Waterbird Fist. These are the four most famous schools in the world," Garon repeated. "Have you met the representatives of these schools?"
"Of course. We have already established a relationship with them," Hochman nodded. "Actually, there are many other schools that are very strong in actual combat. However, because the strength of their representative schools is insufficient, we have listed them as the second batch. I won't report them one by one here. In order to establish the Holy Path of Fist Arts, what we need is a truly overwhelming victory on a global scale! For this, we need a lot of manpower and financial resources. We also need to strengthen our safety measures. "
At this moment, Dahm, who was kneeling beside Hochman, finally acted up. The Soul Primer in his body, the core of his aura, was triggered by Garon. The torment of pain and itchiness that seeped into his bone marrow made him tremble uncontrollably. He knelt on the ground and his clothes were drenched in sweat in no time.
The muscles on his body seemed to have been air-dried and actually started to shrivel slowly. That was the loss of moisture from his skin caused by the loss of large amounts of water. It was only because of the rapid loss of moisture that it caused this horrifying effect that was visible to the naked eye.
Garon glanced at him.
"This is your punishment. After two days, I will remove this punishment."
Dahm's body twitched and he forced his head down.
"Thank you … Teacher …" He squeezed out a few words with difficulty and could no longer speak.
"You have to deal with the trouble you caused. You have to deal with the matter of the inheritor of the Holy Technique. You created the Dead Waterbird Fist. Since you want to be independent, you need to have the ability to bear your own responsibilities, "Garon waved his hand." You can leave now. "
Only then did Dahm raise his head. His movements were like that of a zombie as he stood up with difficulty and walked out of the room. He had to continue this torture for two days and one night. This feeling was even more painful than being thrown into boiling oil and frying. However, he was powerless to resist. This was the disadvantage of taking a shortcut. While obtaining great power, it also brought with it an unbreakable shackle.
Garon then asked Hochman about some matters regarding the martial arts sects in the world.
The main circles in this world were the Blood Breeds and the Witches. Everything about them was the main theme of this world. They were the key to determining the direction of the world.
The mortal martial arts circle was a completely different circle. They had no supernatural powers at all. They purely walked the path of self-improvement by relying on their own hard work and the combination of modern technology. Many of the disciples were expelled from the mercenary circle because they had accidentally killed someone. Naturally, they were trained by blood and fire.
Although this circle was not strong, it was not easy to unify it.
*****
In the outskirts of Berlin, at the temporary base of the Nighthawks.
The base was located at the bottom of a desolate valley. It was more than a ten-minute drive from the nearest road.
The entire base was originally a garrison training base for the German military. It was later bought by the Nighthawks. After modification, it became a training base for a small number of stationed personnel.
The inside of the base was heavily guarded. There were many guards in the environment.
Almost every few steps, there would be one or two elite mercenary guards armed with firearms. They wore the same black soldier uniform. There were surveillance probes and infrared lines of defense everywhere in every corner of the base.
Small drones would fly past the sky regularly to patrol. There was no way to know what the various parameter sensors relied on to sense and alert. This was also a layer of tight protection.
The base was uniformly built with a black metallic luster. Within a square circle, black houses were built. There were cars coming and going between the houses. From time to time, people who were out completing missions would enter and leave the base.
Inside a medical logistics building.
In a spotlessly white ward, three beds were placed in the middle of the room.
"Pritto …" On one of the beds, a weak woman's voice rang out. "Are you alright?"
The white light outside the window shone in and landed on the blanket on the white bed. Under the blanket was a pale blonde young woman. Her eyelids were slightly swollen and she looked very listless. At this moment, she was tilting her head to look at the man on the other bed beside her.
"Damn it, don't they know that male and female wards should be separated into two? How dare they throw us into one room and leave us alone! "
This woman seemed to have recovered some of her vitality and energy. Instantly, she began to curse and swear.
"Stop cursing … This is that monster's territory … If we provoke him, we won't have a good ending," on the bed beside her, the man replied weakly.
These two people were Kaya and Pritto, who were rescued by Hochman's subordinates from the scene of the massacre. Both of them were Lower Blood Breeds. Even if their blood was drained dry, they would not die. They would only be completely weak. As long as their core was not damaged and their brains were intact, there would be no other problems. However, they were lucky. When Dahm went crazy, he still had to chase after Isaros and the others. That was why he did not have the time to kill them. Otherwise, even if they had two more lives, it would not be enough.
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