Garon sat in his seat, looking calmly at Master Sabik of the Mokso Sword Sect.
His mind, however, had already drifted to Cece who was far away. Ninox had been trained since the beginning of the combat club. She was in the first batch of students with Hochman, Dahm, and the others. Her talent could be said to be the highest among them, and she was also the one he thought the most highly of.
Now, with the increase in his strength, she had risen to a terrifying level. But that was not the most important thing. The key was that Cece had never faced an upper-level Blood Breed alone before.
Fortunately, the first two elders of the Wellington Family were nothing special. They had no combat awareness at all. They only had the constitution of an upper-level, but not the strength of an upper-level. Their combat awareness could not even compare to some middle-level Blood Breeds. They were perfect for her to practice.
"You're just going to sit and accept my challenge?" Sabik's expression grew uglier. His opponent's arrogance and conceit made his chest heave slightly. He did not cultivate his martial arts like the East Pole Sect.
"Sitting or standing, it's all the same," Garon said calmly.
"Arrogant!"
Before Sabik finished speaking, he suddenly took a step back, and the spear and sword in his hands suddenly rang out.
"Vroom!!"
"Bam!"
A gunshot rang out, accompanied by a flash of silver light. Everyone only saw a blur.
Garon blocked with one hand in front of him, a smile on his face. He was holding a deformed bullet between his fingers.
Sabik's expression changed. He had used a lot of sword flashes to cover his true intentions, but he did not expect his opponent to predict his shooting angle.
And he could catch a bullet with his bare hands …
Without batting an eyelid, he increased the power of his pistol by a notch.
"Again!!"
With a low roar, his entire body turned into a ball of silver light and started spinning.
"Bam!!!" A spark of fire flashed through the silver light.
Everyone around was shocked. Only the East Pole Sect Master did not move, his expression calm.
"Bam!!"
Garon's right hand blocked slightly to the left in front of him, his expression unchanged.
"Thank you."
He said calmly, and opened his hand. There was not only one bullet in his hand, but three complete black bullets, and a broken silver sword tip.
The silver light stopped, and Sabik's face was ashen. He even staggered back a few steps as he stared at Garon in shock. Although he was using rubber bullets that did not hurt people, the explosive speed of his pistol was already the strongest strength of his killing move. The other party looked more like he was playing with a child and did not have the real strength of Dong You.
"Lord Holy Fist … You are indeed powerful. I, Moke Suo Sword Sect, admire you." The female master on the side stood up and said frankly, but there was still a trace of unconcealable horror in her eyes.
Only then did Sabik react, but he really didn't know what to say. His face was red as he put away his spear and sword and returned to his seat.
Garon returned a polite smile and gently placed the bullet and sword tip on the table. Everyone present noticed that there was no trace of friction on his palm when he caught the bullet. They were even more shocked.
To the world's strongest martial artists, such strength was no different from the extremely terrifying level of the Blood Breed.
Their strength was tyrannical, but they were innately controlled by the Blood Breeds' hypnotism. Even if they had top-notch willpower, they would still be affected to a certain extent and their strength would decrease. Everyone present had more or less suffered losses in this aspect.
It could be said that everyone present was the world's most powerful peak human. These people looked young, but someone like the East Pole Gate Master was already over seventy years old. The others were not younger than sixty years old. They were the result of generations of accumulation and their own talent and perseverance in exchange for their tyrannical strength.
They specially came to visit Garon because they were shocked by the news that Garon could participate in the encirclement of the Wellington family.
They believed that their individual explosive power was not weaker than the upper-level Blood Breeds, but the existence of human hypnotism and the Blood Breeds' terrifying physical attributes made them unable to resist the suppression of the upper-level Blood Breeds.
"Now I believe that Lord Garon really participated in the encirclement of the Wellington family," Shalt Fist's representative, Tams, said slowly in a low voice.
The atmosphere at the banquet was slightly heavy.
"Everyone, don't be so reserved. We're all in the same boat. Why don't Lord Garon tell everyone about the day of the encirclement of the Wellington family?" The East Pole Gate Master said in a low voice.
Garon smiled slightly and clapped his hands. Immediately, the beautiful girl who went down came up again and stood behind everyone to serve them wine.
The atmosphere was slightly relaxed.
He then slowly opened his mouth.
"This time, everyone came to the Holy Fist Palace together. It's a great event in the world of boxing. Let's eat first and then go to the training ground to exchange ideas."
He was actually quite curious. Masters like the Mokso Sword Sect were not even at the level of middle-level Blood Breeds. Their actual combat strength was mainly based on the power of the guns in their hands. There was nothing interesting about them. On the other hand, the East Pole Gate Master and Shalt Fist's representative, Tams, seemed to be more unpredictable.
They seemed to be walking the path of learning from nature and merging with nature. They used the limits of the human body to leverage the power of nature and indirectly overcame the limits of the human body.
Garon had always been walking the path of absolute strength. He paid extra attention to this kind of cultivation method that was similar to Earth's Taoism. This represented a completely different path from that of the Warlocks.
*****
Venus Asia, United States.
The amber sunlight shone on Ninox and Tu Lan.
The two of them stood alone in the middle of the city. They were surrounded by tall buildings and cars, but there was not a single person in sight.
Tu Lan stared calmly at the Eastern girl in front of her.
"What an interesting fist technique. Very unique and very powerful." She looked around and seemed to have found the key to this fist technique.
"To be able to release such a level of hypnotic power with a human body, I am indeed very impressed. But … "Although she was trapped in an illusion, she did not panic at all.
"However, to me, your hypnotic illusions have already been deciphered hundreds of years ago …"
Psst!
Tu Lan's figure instantly appeared where Ninox was and stabbed her palm into her abdomen. But immediately, the figure in front of her slowly faded away. It was actually just a shadow.
Slowly, the gentle sound of a violin filled the air. The sound of the violin was gentle and mellow, but it carried a hint of oppression. It was as if it was about to explode, but it was forcefully suppressed time and time again, making people feel uncomfortable.
A silhouette suddenly appeared behind Tu Lan, his palms slicing towards her waist like knives. His movements were soundless and silent.
Bam!
The figure was blasted apart by Tu Lan's palm, turning into countless black shadows and disappearing.
Immediately after, another figure swooped down from above with a fierce momentum.
Bam!
Once again, it was blasted apart by Tu Lan's fist.
Immediately, a third figure appeared, and the violin music around them became more urgent.
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth …
As Tu Lan blasted the figures apart again and again, more and more figures appeared around her, and they were getting stronger and stronger.
A hint of frost appeared on her face.
Her body suddenly spun, and a short knife popped out of her arm. It shone with a silver light and cut through the three figures pouncing towards her.
She vaguely realized that the figures that appeared around her all seemed to be the figure of the girl called Ninox. But these figures were all just shadows as black as ink. They did not seem to have a physical body at all.
Smack!
Suddenly, a figure's palm hit her forearm. In that instant, Tu Lan actually felt the blood in her arm jump violently, as if it was attracted by some kind of force and wanted to burst out of her skin.
"Waterbird Fist?!" She quickly retreated, and with a somersault, she landed on another empty ground. But before she could stabilize herself, two more figures appeared behind her and pounced towards her.
"There's no end to this!" Tu Lan's face darkened. Her eyes suddenly widened, and the center of her pupils actually started moving slightly, as if her heart was beating violently.
"Illusion Counter!!"
Woo …
A strange sound suddenly interfered with the sound of the zither.
The scene around her instantly twisted and spun, as if a bucket of colored dye had been knocked over. It was a mess.
Tu Lan vaguely felt a gust of wind in front of her. She closed her eyes and suddenly opened them again. In front of her was already a secluded alley in the city.
That Eastern girl, Ninox, was charging towards her like a rocket. Her body was suspended in the air, and there was a faint trace of red jumping in her palms, shooting straight towards her chest.
Tu Lan raised her hands, and her arms appeared in front of her as if they had teleported. She raised her palms and slashed forward.
Bam bam bam bam bam!!!
A series of afterimages of palms colliding exploded between the two of them. Ninox was suspended in midair, facing Tu Lan fiercely, her blood boiling.
Her Fantasy Fist's profound was broken, and it caused a huge impact to her spirit and blood. She originally thought that her opponent would be easy to deal with. Just like the few middle-level Blood Breeds that she had dealt with earlier. But she didn't expect them to be so difficult to deal with. Compared to the other two elders that Dahm and Senior Brother Hochman had mentioned, how was this just a little bit stronger?!
Boom!!
Ninox's palm suddenly missed, and landed on the wall on her left, leaving a deep palm print in it. The entire wall was actually pierced through. Luckily, there was no one inside the house, so it didn't cause any commotion.
But immediately, her heart skipped a beat, and her vision blurred. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her right rib.
Poof!
A huge force hit her right rib, and Ninox's entire body was sent flying. She flew backwards and groaned in pain.
Tu Lan had no intention of pursuing her. She leaped in the opposite direction, and easily jumped over the high wall of the dead end. After a few leaps, she disappeared from the other side of the alley.
Ninox then rolled on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
She stood up with difficulty, and could no longer see Tu Lan's figure in her vision.
"So strong …"
She looked in the direction that Tu Lan had left in, and muttered softly. Behind her, a few men and women in black rushed out of the alley. These people had the words' Holy Fist Technique 'embroidered on their right chest.
"Is this the true strength of an upper-level Blood Breed?" Cece knew that her two Senior Brothers had probably met upper-level Blood Breeds who didn't have any battle awareness. That Great Elder was even killed by a middle-level Blood Breed's sneak attack using voodoo poison. And this only female Great Elder among the three Great Elders of Wellington was the only one with the strongest true upper-level Blood Breed.
Seeing that a few of her subordinates were about to chase after her, Ninox waved her hand to stop them.
"No need to chase! Retreat! "
She was calmly helped up, and looked deeply in the direction that Tu Lan had left in.
Her opponent's strength was far above hers. This kind of upper-level Blood Breed, was the true strength that a Blood Breed should have.
It seemed that even after thousands of years of decay, these Blood Breeds still had some strong roots.
She didn't know why Tu Lan didn't kill her. Her opponent's strength was obviously a level higher than hers, or even several levels higher. Chasing after her would be a futile suicide.
"But Leader, our mission …" A female subordinate still wanted to argue.
"We're not her match." Ninox interrupted her. "She didn't intend to draw blood, so she probably has other motives. We shouldn't clash with her for now. " Ninox had always been a decisive person, just like how she had dared to stand up against Garon's pressure in the combat club. She didn't lack courage, but if she went up now, she would only anger her opponent and lead to a meaningless death.
"Cece, are you alright?" Hurried footsteps came from the alley, and Quentin rushed over in black, supporting Ninox with a worried look on her face. "This Tu Lan's strength is actually so strong that even your Fantasy Fist couldn't take her down?"
"It's very difficult …" Ninox shook her head. "Her illusion counter is too strong, it's almost a hundred times stronger than a middle-level Blood Breed. My illusion was destroyed in one hit. And that's because she was cautious and didn't attack immediately. "
"Your injuries are very serious, you must return to the palace immediately!" Quentin checked her injuries, and instantly frowned.
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