Immediately, the people below bowed and left quietly. Only Ninox stayed. She still looked like a student, wearing white skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that accentuated her good figure. However, her face was still a little pale. It was obvious that her previous injury had not healed.
She saw Tu Lan, who was standing behind Garen, and recognized her. Her expression was not looking good. However, since Garon was there, she did not say anything and just waited quietly for orders.
She could be considered as the most loyal member of the combat club to Garen. As for the control of the Soul Primer, she did not mind at all. On the contrary, Garen's help to her had already improved her life a lot.
Although she would come into contact with some dark and bloody things, the Fantasy Fist was not as bloody as the Waterbird Fist. With the Waterbird Fist and the Fantasy Fist, she could easily reach a level where people could not resist. This also formed her fighting style where she did not kill many people but did not see blood.
Garon did not force her. After all, she was different from Dahm, Hochman, and the others. She was just an ordinary amateur who had learned some fighting techniques in the East. If it was not for her gratitude towards Garon and the influence of the Soul Primer, Ninox would not have been able to adapt to the life in the Holy Fist Palace.
Garon stood up from his seat and waited for everyone to leave the training hall before walking down. Cece and Tu Lan quickly followed him. The three of them walked towards the inner hall. That was where Garon and the other members of the palace rested.
Ninox admired Garon a lot and followed him without hesitation. Tu Lan only hesitated but did not dare to not follow.
"How far has your Fantasy Fist reached?" Garon asked as he walked.
Cece answered respectfully.
"Just one more level to reach the highest level."
"Oh?" Garon was slightly stunned. "You're progressing very fast. Looks like your talent is really good."
The three of them walked to a dark corner. Suddenly, Garen stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"I have something I need you to do."
"Master, please tell me." Ninox quickly lowered her head and waited for instructions.
"I want you to protect someone in secret. Go to Grano, my hometown." Garon said calmly. He opened his mouth again and a name entered Xixi's ears through telepathy.
The latter was slightly startled, and a hint of disappointment appeared in the depths of his eyes, but he immediately concealed it.
"I will carry out your orders."
"Among the disciples, you're the one I'm most worried about." Garen sighed. "Relax your entire body."
Ninox was slightly stunned, not knowing what her teacher meant.
Suddenly, she saw Garon's palm pressing towards her chest at lightning speed. Her face immediately turned red. She suppressed her instinctive dodging action and closed her eyes slightly.
Pa!
It was as if countless sounds were mixed together to form a crisp sound.
Garon's index finger slowly pressed on an acupoint between Xixi's breasts and then slowly retracted it.
At this moment, Ninox's chest suddenly heated up, she suddenly felt her whole body warm up as if she was soaking in a hot spring. This feeling was fleeting, and it quickly disappeared.
"I've left something on your body. At a critical moment, when you're in a life or death situation, it will automatically activate." Garon's voice came faintly.
"Disciple …" Ninox instantly knew that she had misunderstood. Her face turned red and she turned her head slightly, her heart beating wildly.
"Alright, go." Garon patted her shoulder. "Don't disappoint my expectations of you."
"Yes!" Xixi nodded heavily. She turned around as if she was escaping. With a few leaps, she actually used secret techniques to quickly escape from here.
"She likes you." Tu Lan said softly from the side.
"Really?" Garon did not seem surprised. Anyone could see Xixi's reaction.
Tu Lan could also understand. Someone like Garon.
Supreme position, unparalleled strength, handsome face like the Sun God. Almost all the good points a male could have could be found on him. It would be strange if no girl liked him.
Garon also knew what Xixi meant. But a little girl's mind was the most fickle. She was still young. Perhaps she was deceived by her body's instincts and did not know what she really liked. When she matured in the future, she would truly understand. It was still too early.
The mission this time was actually a form of training for Ninox herself. After all, she did not kill much, so she was still much more innocent.
What Garon left on her was the first star of his Seven Star Life's Secret Point Secret Technique. That little bit of aura could provide Ninox with five minutes of First Star Explosion at a critical moment, doubling all her physical attributes. However, the price was that she would be exhausted for an entire day.
This was to protect her. Among the disciples, only Ninox's feelings for the Holy Fist Palace were the purest.
"You can go and rest." Garon glanced at Tu Lan. "Remember, you're not allowed to leave the Holy Fist Palace area."
"I know, I know." Tu Lan's face showed a hint of disappointment. "I can't leave even if I want to."
Garon had planted a Soul Primer in her body, and she could not resist the temptation to officially practice the Fantasy Fist. Even the Blood Breeds, after practicing Garon's Secret Techniques and Demonic Techniques, they still fell for it. It was not purely because of the pleasure of practicing, but more because Garon had to personally replenish the Soul Primer every once in a while.
If there was no Soul Primer to suppress the Fantasy Fist's counter effect, even if she was a Death Apostle, she would suffer from mental disorders and headaches. She might even lose her memories, and this was only if she did not practice it deeply.
But facing the powerful pleasure of practicing the Fantasy Fist, Tu Lan, who had been bored for thousands of years, could not help but fall deeper and deeper. She did not need Garon's supervision every day to practice it desperately.
Originally, Fantasy Fist did not have such an effect. However, after it was written into the Demonic Book, it produced the same thrill of cultivation as the Waterbird Fist and the aftereffects of the Soul Counter. Just like the other Secret Techniques, it immediately became a Demonic Technique that could progress extremely quickly.
He guessed that this was related to the nature of the Demonic Book.
After Tu Lan left, Garon went back to his own study room alone.
After closing the door, there was already a steaming hot cup of green tea on the table. There were not green tea leaves in it, but many kinds of expensive Chinese medicine. All of them were things that greatly replenished one's vitality. It was only because there were too many ingredients that it appeared green. But if this cup of tea was drunk by a normal person, it would definitely be a poison. Its terrifying concentration could be seen from the thick fragrance that filled the entire room. A normal person would be in trouble immediately after drinking a mouthful.
Garon was already used to it, so he picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.
"Is there any way to heal my right eye?" He seemed to be talking to someone.
After a while, he heard Black Sethe's voice in a low voice.
'I've checked, the injury that Nadia left behind has a characteristic ability that will forever be lost. To put it simply, once you're injured and lose all of your body's tissues and organs, then it can never be healed. So your eye, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it.'
Garon gently touched his right eye.
"As a Void Pursuer, can't I use the core of a Void Creature to heal my own injuries?"
'That's indeed the case, but that's only the injury of a normal Void Creature. Nadia's ability is more similar to gene erasure. It looks like it's only attacking one of your eyes, but in reality, it's targeting all the cells in your body, directly cutting off all the genes related to your right eye in your cells, as if you never grew your right eye. Naturally, there's no need to heal yourself. 'Black Sethe explained.
'The better way is to transplant it, using another creature's eye as a parasite and using it as your own eye. Of course, it also involves brain modification, which is very troublesome and dangerous.'
"Speaking of which, Nadia hasn't appeared for a long time. Did she give up?" Garon frowned and asked.
'Impossible. After such a long period of silence, it's very likely that she's preparing for an even stronger attack. You need to be prepared at all times.' Black Sethe immediately denied Garon's guess. 'Regarding your right eye, to deal with your family's questioning, the best solution for now is to use Fantasy Fist.'
Garon also understood this point. He sighed and stopped nagging.
His vision moved to his own attribute pane.
Garon Thomas.
Strength 7. Agility 7. Vitality 10. Intelligence 11. Potential 7989%. Soul Limit 30. '
Once an attribute was above 10 points, it would require a hundred potential points to increase it by one point. This terrifying requirement made Garen unable to increase a new attribute for a long time. He might as well save these potential points and wait until it exceeded 100 points to increase his intelligence to 12 points and obtain a double hit effect.
However, he had not directly contacted his family for a long time. This was completely abnormal for a child. Since his right eye could not be healed, he could only start from Fantasy Fist.
He recalled the information about Fantasy Fist in his mind.
He quickly moved his vision to the skill pane below. Among the densely packed fist skills, Fantasy Fist's icon was impressively there.
'Fantasy Fist: Level 1 – Oblivion (Total of 4 levels).
A mysterious and terrifying ancient fist technique. Through sound and air vibration, it damages or vibrates the opponent's brain nerves, achieving the goal of strangely confusing the mind. It was once known as the most terrifying and mysterious fist technique. '
As one of the top fist techniques, Fantasy Fist naturally required a lot of potential points to level up. The theory behind this fist technique was very complicated. Every level was as complicated and obscure as deciphering. Normal people without talent would not be able to learn it.
However, Garon was different. He had an average of 7 points in his physical fitness and 11 points in his intelligence. Whether it was his memory or comprehension, they were all at an unheard of level. In addition to his identity as a researcher in the Totem World, he had learned a lot of medical and neurological knowledge. Naturally, this was not a problem. Thus, the biggest hurdle of Fantasy Fist was a piece of cake for him. Many of the theories were just new and strange to him.
A high level fist technique should require 5 points to level up …
Garon's vision stopped at the Fantasy Fist's icon. After three seconds, the icon flashed and became clear again. The words displayed also changed.
'Fantasy Fist: Level 2 – Hallucination (Total of 4 levels) Prolonging the hallucination time, confusing the five senses.'
Looking at his potential points, he deducted 5 potential points. Garon's expression did not change as he continued to stare at Fantasy Fist.
Right now, other than the Waterbird Fist's Profound's Soaring, which he could fully utilize, he really didn't have any other Profound's killing moves. Even the Flight of the Demonic Phoenix was finally completed after fusing with the West Phoenix Fist. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a mere third-rate secret technique to reach such a level.
Levelling up Fantasy Fist now could also increase his attack power. After all, Fantasy Fist itself was a mysterious high level secret technique.
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