"Welcome, Sect Leader Du from the East."
A clear voice traveled a hundred meters and landed in the ears of the few people.
"The banquet is ready, please!"
Garon stood up and made an inviting gesture with one hand. He walked through a small door from the right.
The few of them quickly followed. Hochman nodded at Garon as if he was hinting at something. Then, he walked away quietly.
Du Xinglong and his disciple followed Garon through the small door. Inside was a small room with a round table in the middle filled with all kinds of dishes. Most of them were Eastern dishes and it was obvious that they had been prepared beforehand.
After they sat down, a maid immediately came up with an appetizer.
It was steaming hot and fragrant.
However, Du Xinglong's attention was not on the dishes but on Garon who was sitting at the head of the table.
"The representative of Saudi Boxing, Tams, is also here. He's taking a bath and will be here soon. Please wait for a moment." Garon clapped his hands and a few beautiful girls with Eastern faces came up and sat beside Du Xinglong and his two disciples. They were pure and cute with a hint of innocence. The white robes they were wearing showed that they were selected from the disciples.
Ever since the Holy Fist Palace was established and the World Boxing Competition was held, it had attracted many martial arts enthusiasts from all over the world.
Dahm and Hochman, who were good at business, openly recruited beautiful and cute girls under the age of 16 to work in the palace. With their status, they could learn a little bit of the basics of boxing but they could also get an enviable high salary. They specialized in hosting banquets and serving the elite students.
These young girls had signed a ten-year contract and would change shifts every half a year. After they left the mountain, they could enter the famous private university founded by the Hochman family and the Rexott Group to study.
Du Xinglong had a strong will and was not affected at all. However, his two disciples were full of vigor and when they saw the beautiful Eastern girls sitting near them, they could not take their eyes off them.
Garon and Du Xinglong casually asked about the current situation of Eastern Boxing and then the topic changed to the World Boxing Competition.
"The World Boxing Competition is to show the real boxing to the world and not hide everything in a corner that people can't see. It is the duty of martial artists like us to promote martial arts. But … "Du Xinglong frowned. "Many fist techniques are meant to kill without putting on a show. They can easily cripple or injure people, and their lethality is huge. But when you look at them as a competition, they are like tigers that have wrapped their claws and teeth in thick cloth. Without their claws and teeth, they are naturally much less threatening. In this way, the real boxing technique that is displayed will naturally not be very practical … I wonder what Mr. Garon thinks? "
"Such a situation definitely exists." Garon said faintly, "But now, we live in a society ruled by law. Martial arts are no longer used as a tool for war. Instead, it has become a way to exercise and improve one's health. This is the trend, and no one can change it. What we need to do is to be compatible. Both competitive boxing and killing boxing should be treated objectively. "
"It seems that Mr. Garon already has an idea?" Du Xinglong said calmly.
At this time, two middle-aged men with golden headscarves entered the door. Both of them wore white robes with many snake and bird patterns embroidered on them. After entering the door, they bowed respectfully to Garon with their hands clasped together.
"Sir Tams, welcome." Garon stood up and smiled. "Please sit."
Immediately, a young girl from Europe and an Arabian girl came up to personally entertain them.
The two of them took their seats. Immediately, two more people entered the door.
This time, the two of them carried long thin swords wrapped in black cloth on their backs. One of them was a man and the other a woman. The light in their eyes was threatening, and when one looked into their eyes, there was a sense of sharpness.
Both of them wore black slim fitting long sleeves and trousers. The sleeves only reached half of their forearms. Their fingers were slender and white, and they were well-maintained as if they were piano playing hands.
"Moke Sword Sect's current sect masters, Sabik and Rolisa, welcome." Garon smiled. "Now, the top mainstream boxing representatives from all over the world are here. This is the real World Boxing Competition! "
"Mr. Garon, you're exaggerating. We only represent a small part of the world's martial arts. There are countless inheritances hidden in various corners. "Sabik's expression was solemn, as if he was a serious person.
A total of eight people accompanied by the girls filled the entire banquet.
These people were carefully selected by Garon. They were the strongest and most influential martial arts masters in their respective regions. Each of them represented a general direction of martial arts to attend the banquet.
All of this originated from the Holy Fist Palace's participation in the encirclement of the Blood Breed's secret party, the Wellington Family. This time, as ordinary people, they did not fall into a disadvantage when facing the Blood Breeds. Instead, their main force returned safely. On the other hand, the Blood Breed's Wellington Family suffered heavy losses. Although the Dark Colors witches were involved, it still proved that the Holy Fist Palace's strength was strong and terrifying.
The large sects from all over the world who had received the invitation were suddenly shocked. They all sent people to accept the invitation. At the same time, they wanted to confirm whether the Holy Fist Palace was as powerful as the rumors said.
Among these people, the East Pole Gate Master looked the most unfathomable. As he sat in his seat, his aura seemed to be in harmony with nature.
The Saudi Fist's representative, Tams, was the opposite. His aura was very strong, giving off a strange feeling that no one could ignore his existence.
On the other hand, the two masters of Moke were silent, as if they were not good with words.
The few of them chatted for a while before they started arguing. No one wanted to give way to the other. Both sides had martial arts concepts that had been passed down for more than a hundred years. Naturally, they wanted to test it out.
"I've heard that Mr. Garon from the Holy Fist Palace is known as the Fist Saint and is the strongest martial artist in the United States." The East Pole Gate Master went straight to the point as well. "I, Mr. Du, have come here this time to experience Mr. Garen's world-renowned top-notch fist technique." He actually challenged Garen directly.
Garen understood in his heart that these people were the strongest powerhouses of the Ascetic Cultivators of the countless sects. They had given up on all the pleasures in the world and devoted themselves to martial arts. They were not famous among the sects, but they were the strongest among the humans. They had reached a terrifying peak in all aspects. They all used different styles of concepts to break through the limits of the human body, allowing their strength to reach an unimaginable level.
These people's physical attributes were probably close to the peak of the human gene limit.
As soon as he said that, the atmosphere in the banquet became silent. It was obvious that this was the core of everyone's goal.
Garon clapped his hands, and the girls in the banquet immediately stood up and left, closing the door behind them.
He noticed that after Du Xinglong said that, the change in his aura became even more obvious. It was as if he had completely merged with the environment around him. His breathing even faintly resonated with the air in the room, giving off a vast and natural sense of oppression.
"I have created three martial arts, the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist, the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique, and the last one is the White Cloud Secret Technique. Gate Master Du, which martial art do you want to experience? " He had a smile on his face, but his words did not interrupt Du Xinglong's fusion at all. Instead, his entire body emitted a terrifying aura.
This aura was almost tangible. Everyone present felt as if a huge stream of air was blowing past their faces like a knife. When they reacted, they realized that it was just an illusion.
The aura was extremely ferocious, directly oppressing the entire room. A large part of the space around Du Xinglong was directly suppressed. He was not interrupted from his fusion with nature, but all the natural areas around him were directly suppressed by Garon. He could not move.
Du Xinglong's face was slightly red. He felt that the space he was in was suddenly separated. His lungs felt as if they could not breathe, and a heavy pressure pressed down on his body.
"As expected of a Master Level expert who refined Qi into Spirit …" He cupped his fist and lowered his head. It was only a test, but he felt that his opponent was like an abyss. He could not see the end of his strength. He wanted to ask for advice again, but he could not say it now.
Just the suppression of his opponent's terrifying aura made it difficult for him to breathe. His Qi and blood were somewhat stagnant. Coupled with the previous signs of electricity in the room, Du Xinglong sighed and finally lowered his head to show that he was inferior.
The Eastern martial arts were divided into three stages: Refining Qi into Spirit, Refining Qi into Spirit, and Refining Spirit into Void. He was now only at the peak of Refining Qi into Spirit, which was a whole level lower than his opponent. Garon could easily crush him with his physical fitness just by standing there. Only by refining Qi into Spirit could one truly break through the body's genetic limits and continuously strengthen one's life level.
Garon was actually like this. The process of constantly condensing Soul Seeds was actually the process of refining Qi into Spirit. The two concepts were different but had the same effect.
The Saudi Fist Tams and his disciple sitting on the side were also shocked. The powerful aura that Garon released just now made them feel as if they were facing a sandstorm in the desert. That kind of pressure made it difficult for the extremely domineering Radiant Sun Essence to circulate in their bodies.
The Saudi Fist was somewhat similar to the Eastern Fist Arts. Both could not break through the genetic limits. Instead, they cultivated by storing various types of Essence Qi in their bodies to assist themselves. The so-called Refining Qi into Spirit was like this. The stored Essence Qi could be used to injure the enemy, but it could also be used to adjust one's body and stimulate one's potential.
As a top expert in the desert, although Tams' Essence Qi was of a high level, it was still a distance away from the East Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong. Seeing Du Xinglong admit defeat, he was indescribably shocked.
"What Refining Qi into Spirit? We don't understand. Martial arts are born for actual combat. We don't know who's better just by fighting. Then let's compare our realms. Whoever has the higher realm wins. There's no need for a war." Master Sabik from the Mokso Sword Sect slowly stood up. "I only have one goal in coming here. The Holy Fist Palace's Holy name represents supremacy. If the sect in charge has no real ability, then it's a disgrace to the martial arts world. "
He stared at Garon and took out the black cloth sword from his back. Very quickly, he took out the blade.
"I, Sabik, represent the Mokso Sword Sect to formally challenge you, Holy Fist Garon Thomas."
He shook the sword and held it with one hand. His other hand suddenly flashed like magic, and a black exquisite pistol appeared. It was exactly the same color as his clothes. It was inconspicuous, but it gave people an inexplicable feeling of extreme threat.
The Mokso Sword Sect's famous Spear Sword Technique was a terrifying martial art that combined firearms and cold weapons. It did not rely on Essence Qi at all. Instead, it relied on the sharpness of the sword and the lethality of the gun to kill the enemy.
At the same time, this sword sect's philosophy was greatly promoted by various countries in Europe. Its strength and influence were extremely shocking.
Garon sat on his seat and watched Sabik quietly. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed. His gaze drifted to the right, as if he could see through the palace walls and see a scene far away.
It was a female disciple that he had always thought highly of. After training for so long, she finally made a move and officially began her first major mission.
"Alright, I accept your challenge." He came back to his senses and looked at Sabik who could no longer suppress his anger.
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