"Cece is heavily injured and the other party escaped?" Garon was sitting on a high seat in the Martial Arts Hall, watching the exchange of martial arts with the other representatives. When he received Quentin's call, he frowned slightly.
"The other party is very strong! It's not something the other two elders can compare to. Cece's Fantasy Fist was broken and her right rib was injured. After a body check, there was internal bleeding due to the shock. Luckily, we saved her in time. "
"Her name is Tu Lan? Have the other Wellington members been dealt with? "Garon asked softly.
"They've all been dealt with. Only this Elder Tu Lan escaped," Quentin replied.
"Tell Cece to come back and see me," Garon said calmly.
"Yes."
After putting down the phone, Garon was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he was still a little careless. The last elder of the Wellington family was actually a real upper-level Blood Breed with real skills. He originally wanted to let Cece try it out.
It seemed that everything had been going too smoothly, causing him to not pay attention to the details.
When he came back to his senses, the people from the three major fist arts sects were still chatting happily with Hochman and the other representatives.
After Garon's fight with the Mokso Sword Sect's Master Sabik, the major sects understood that Garon's strength was far beyond their imagination. They no longer dared to test him directly and instead tried to get information and strength from Garon's disciples.
According to the East Pole Sect's judgment, Garon's strength should be at the Grandmaster level. He was only one step away from refining his spirit and was close to entering the Mythical level. In the East, there was not a single Grandmaster who had refined his spirit into spirit. Only the great masters in history had reached this level.
But what they didn't expect was that Garon's true strength was not in his spiritual realm, but in his abnormally strong body. Being able to explode with thousands of tons of terrifying strength in an instant was something they couldn't imagine. Not to mention his strength when he opened the Seven Star Life's Secret Point.
At this moment, two figures were leaping around the arena, constantly crossing each other. Every time they clashed, there would be a muffled explosion.
It was a Waterbird Fist expert under Hochman who was exchanging martial arts with a disciple of the Saudi Fist Tams.
The Saudi Fist strangely gave people a feeling of extreme softness. At the same time, at the same time, it could explode with tyrannical power like a spring. It just so happened that he was fighting fiercely with Hochman's subordinate, and it could be said that they were evenly matched.
Garon seemed to be the leader among the people seated on top. His enormous aura of vitality had unknowingly covered the entire place. Especially after he had comprehended the Holy Phoenix Scriptures, the feeling of being the only one in his body had also become stronger.
A trace of his tyrannical aura leaked out, causing the surrounding representatives of the three major factions to feel somewhat uneasy.
Only the East Pole Gate's Sect Master, Du Xinglong, was slightly more relaxed. However, because of this, he understood that the Holy Fist Palace's strength was unprecedented.
"I heard that Palace Master Garon is looking everywhere for clues about the Sleepless Faces mask," Du Xinglong said slowly while everyone was focused on the battle below. "It just so happens that I have some information about the mask that was scattered in the East."
"Oh? What does Sect Master Du mean? "Garon's attention shifted over and asked calmly.
"We have already sent people to collect the mask. We, the East Pole Gate, admire the Holy Fist Palace's level of martial arts, so I hope to send my little grandson to the Holy Fist Palace for a long-term martial arts exchange."
"Of course, that's not a problem." Garon nodded. He was wearing a mask on his face. Although no one could see his actual expression, from his tone, he did not seem to have any intention of rejecting the request.
Du Xinglong knew in his heart that it was an unimaginable opportunity for his grandson to be in close contact with a Grandmaster Level Martial Artist who had refined his Qi into Spirit. If he did not seize this opportunity, when more people came in the future, he might not be able to get much benefits. Once there were more people, the Holy Fist Palace would naturally pay less attention to them.
He understood the Holy Fist Palace's intentions. They wanted to achieve the status of the world's martial arts orthodoxy and become the true Holy Land that led all martial arts factions.
Since there was a Grandmaster in the Holy Fist Palace, this name was naturally well-deserved.
"It just so happens that I have the same intention as well." Tams who was at the side smiled and said, "Also, the factions that are allied with us must have the same intention as well. When the time comes, I would like to ask Palace Master Garon to guide the younger generation in their training. "
"Of course, of course," Garon smiled and nodded.
For a moment, both the host and the guest were happy. All the major martial arts factions saw the hope of fighting against the Blood Breeds from the Holy Fist Palace. However, the real tyrannical Blood Breeds were not the ordinary Blood Breeds, but the top Death Apostles. That was the true deterrent power that was comparable to nuclear weapons. It all depended on whether the Holy Fist Palace could withstand the revenge from the Death Apostles.
The Wellington family was not to be trifled with. The Death Apostle Wellington would definitely not let this go. It all depended on how things developed.
After some communication, Garon also understood that Tams had always been on good terms with the higher-ups of the Rexott Group. This time, it was obvious that he was here to show his support for the Rexott Group.
They had manpower, financial resources, and military power. Now, they just lacked a chance to show the true strength of the Holy Fist Palace.
*****
Standing in front of Cece's bed, Garon was wearing a white robe and a mask as he checked on Cece's condition.
He reached out and gently stroked Cece's right rib injury a few times before slowly retracting his hand. Then, he opened Cece's eyelids and looked at her pupils.
The rest of the people, Quentin and Xander, stood at the side respectfully.
In the bedroom, only the higher-ups of the Holy Fist Palace were present.
"Master, how is Cece's condition?" Quentin asked worriedly.
"The Fantasy Fist's Profound has been broken, causing damage to her mental and cranial nerves. She needs to recuperate. For normal people, the cranial nerves are tissues that cannot be regenerated. However, for us, it can still be regenerated. It just takes a long time. Coupled with the internal bleeding caused by the injury on her body, she will need at least two months to recover."
Garon replied as he retracted his hand.
"Thank you, Master." Ninox blushed as she hid under the blanket. The injury on her right rib was close to her chest. Even being touched by her master made her feel embarrassed.
"Is this Tu Lan really that powerful?" Xander was in disbelief. "The other two elders can even kill a slightly stronger middle-level Blood Breed. How can this elder be so strong?"
"This is my mistake." The room door was pushed open and Dahm walked in with a red cloak.
"Greetings, Master." He first bowed to Garon before explaining the reason. "I've heard about Tu Lan from the Blood Breeds I control. Although the three of them have never fought as elders, there are middle-level Blood Breeds from the older generation who know some things. Tu Lan was once the strongest warrior in the Wellington family other than the head of the family, Wellington. Even among the upper-level Blood Breeds, she is one of the top fighters. "
There was a rare trace of seriousness in his androgynous voice.
"If we want to kill Tu Lan, either Hochman and I will do it ourselves, or Master …" He did not continue but his meaning was clear. If Garon did not do it, they might not be able to guarantee success.
"How are things with the Blood Breed's Secret Party?"
Garen didn't continue the conversation and instead asked another question.
"The Secret Party now has the main advantage. Most of the Light Party's forces have been suppressed and merged. Towards Wellington's attack, it seems like there is no reaction yet, but it is very likely that they are preparing for a deeper explosion. We must be prepared to deal with the Death Apostle Wellington's counterattack. "Dahm answered seriously.
"No news about the Death Apostles Scarlet Moon and Ashen?"
"A little. It is said that Ashen went missing. This is also the main reason why the Light Party collapsed. Now, even the Lion Mother's deterrence cannot suppress the Secret Party. "Dahm answered quickly.
Garon was silent.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Isaros and Arisa, as well as that weird Scarlet Moon Blood Breed. He felt that Isaros and the rest might know something about Ashen's disappearance.
The last time he secretly went back to his parents' place to check on Arisa's situation, the world aura on that little girl was getting stronger. The world aura was getting stronger and stronger.
Isaros and Scarlet Moon were obviously the core of everything. He had to keep an eye on their development while collecting the masks.
He gently touched his right eye. This eye that could not see anything was still reminding him that the danger from the Void Nine-Headed Dragon King was still approaching.
He had to hurry up …
*****
Secret Party Blood Alliance
In a mysterious ruin, in a spacious white hall.
The densely packed crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were like countless little red suns, constantly emitting a soft and bright red light.
Below were three huge silver balls floating in the air.
The balls seemed to be made of crystal, and one could see the inside through the outside.
Each of the balls had a diameter of more than ten meters. They were huge and full, filled with an unknown amber-colored liquid. There were bubbles coming out of them from time to time.
Strangely, within each of the liquid balls, there was a well-proportioned white-skinned human figure floating.
Within the three balls were three bodies, two men and one woman. Each of them wore a different exquisite long robe. Even the men wore long black robes with golden edges.
"Wellington, your background has been exposed by those witches, but you're not worried at all." One of the black-robed golden-haired men opened his eyes and looked at the other handsome man with a devilish face.
"There's too much trash, I can use external forces to clean them up. My family has been rotten for too long." Wellington had short purplish red hair and a cold expression, as if he did not care about the life and death of his family. "It won't take long for us to rebuild a family anyway."
"Ashen Castine is already heavily injured. Without Lion Mother's help, he won't be able to hide for long. Scarlet Moon, on the other hand, is still missing." The golden-haired man was deep in thought.
"Wellington, I think it's better for you to go back. That little girl called Tu Lan should be breaking through soon. Don't be interrupted because of this. There are only a few of us in this world. There hasn't been a new face for so many years, it's too boring …"
The eyes of the woman in the last ball were pale white. There were no pupils, and her long green hair reached her waist.
"Oh?" Wellington was slightly surprised. After thinking for a while, he spoke in a low voice.
"Then I'll go out for a while. But are you sure it won't be a problem with you guys suppressing Ashen's blood core? "
"Can't you just deal with it quickly?" The woman laughed softly.
"That's true." Wellington nodded. He slowly turned around and swam backward. Instantly, he turned invisible and disappeared into the ball.
..
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
