"Hide!!!" Xander roared. The two subordinates behind him rolled on the ground at the same time and immediately found a blind spot in the wall to cover their bodies.
Even if he was a strong Secret Technique user, as a non-defensive martial artist who practiced the Waterbird Fist, he would not be able to defend himself against the attack of a real human firearm.
Unless it was those crazy people who practiced the White Cloud Secret Technique. Although they were not fast, they were the best meat shields in this situation. There was one crazy person who practiced the White Cloud Secret Technique. Not only was he born with superhuman strength, his body seemed to be a little strange too. After practicing it, his body began to show a stronger defense than other students of the same level after reaching the second level.
Some of them had tested it before. They used a large caliber handgun to shoot him in the stomach, but they could only make a small amount of blood. Even if it was an anti-material rifle, after penetrating a layer of obstacles, it would at most be as powerful as a handgun at close range.
The special forces quickly hid, but they did not find out where the bullet came from.
But soon, the special forces below isolated the building from the other side. Police cars arrived one after another.
With the support of the government and the military, America was now the representative of the Holy Fist Palace. The Blood Breed forces left America on a large scale, either because they were directly suppressed by the Holy Fist Palace or because of the escalating conflict with the ordinary people. Both parties of the Blood Breed and the neutral Blood Breed living in seclusion were forced to reveal themselves. Most of the neutral Blood Breed had no choice but to join the Holy Fist Palace and become a part of it in order to continue their peaceful lives.
Soon, the gunmen arranged by the Bailey Group nearby were also caught by the Blood Breed who joined the Holy Fist Palace. They were directly sent to Xander for interrogation.
Under the effect of the Blood Breed's Human Control Technique, the assassin finally revealed how he received the mission.
Kabb would never have dreamed that the Blood Breed would be involved in the Holy Fist Palace. The Human Control Technique made the assassin confess everything he knew.
Two hours later …
Kabb and Medis who were hiding in a basement in Los Angeles were personally captured by Hochman. They were sent to the Holy Fist Palace to await their punishment.
*****
"Tell me, where is the mask?" Garon looked calmly at Kabb and Medis who were kneeling down. Both of them looked dispirited and were in a sorry state. They must have suffered a lot on the way here.
"Originally, I had many ways to make you say it, but I have always been a kind person. After all, you are old people who have interacted with me before."
Garon said with an indifferent expression.
"Mask. I do have a mask with me, and I know where the next few masks are." Kabu calmed down and said. "But I have a condition."
"You don't have the right to negotiate."
Garon lowered his eyes, stood up, and walked directly to the small door on the right.
"Kill him."
Hochman's pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't even notice that a blue figure had appeared beside Kabb and Medis, who were beside him.
It was Tu Lan in a blue dress. Her seductive red hair was like fresh blood, draping over her shoulders. The beautiful peach blossom eyes in her hair seemed to exude a strange charm.
Kabb and Medis, who were half-kneeling on the ground, initially thought that Garon was only retreating in order to gain more bargaining chips. It was only when Garon had completely left the hall that they realized that he really didn't care!
Coupled with the sudden appearance of the woman in the blue dress, the two of them started to panic.
This didn't make sense at all!
Shouldn't negotiations be a back and forth process, with both sides advancing and retreating? Why did they flip the table at the beginning?
"Tell me everything you know about the Sleepless Faces." Tu Lan's eyes seemed to have a deadly magic that easily sucked in their consciousness.
Instantly, the two of them started to look dazed.
Even though he had seen it many times, Hochman still felt a sense of trepidation. Tu Lan's human control technique was not comparable to the average Blood Breed. Even he, who was not the main target, felt uncomfortable with this kind of power.
A few minutes later …
Tu Lan appeared beside Garen, who was watering the plants in the greenhouse with a shocked expression on her face.
She reported all the information she got from Kabb and Medis to Garon.
"The Sleepless Faces can make one immortal? Create an ancestral Blood Breed? "Garon repeated in shock.
"I got this information from Kabb. That's why he has been secretly trying to get his hands on the Sleepless Faces mask. Unfortunately, he doesn't have your strength and confidence. As a normal person, it's already not bad for him to be able to get his hands on a mask." Tu Lan sighed.
Garon was silent for a while. He reached out and gently plucked off a white rose that had just bloomed. He placed it under his nose and slowly sniffed the fragrance.
He glanced at Tu Lan. There seemed to be some hesitation in her eyes, as if she had something to say but didn't know how to say it.
"Just say it."
Tu Lan hesitated for a while before speaking.
"Since you don't know about the mask's use? Then why are you collecting masks? "
"I have my own reasons. You don't have to worry about that. "Garon smiled.
"Is it because of the strange energy inside?" Tu Lan said softly.
"Oh? You know about it? "Garon was a little surprised.
The mysterious energy contained in the ancient relics was a secret that only the Black Robed Men knew about at first. Later on, as the core members of the Black Robed Men scattered, this secret was no longer a secret. It wasn't surprising that Tu Lan knew about it.
Garon didn't care if other people knew about it or not. His natural ability was irreplaceable by anyone.
He could absorb this energy, purify it and use it to improve his abilities. This was indeed a powerful ability. However, no matter if it was the Secret Technique World or the Totem World, he wasn't the only one with a bug-like ability. There was also the White Bird Holy Fist Palosa's Ninety-Nine Orifices Secret Technique. However, these were only the starting points. The real deciding factor of life and death was the persistence of one's will in battle.
No matter if it was him, Sylphalan or Palosa, they all represented the pinnacle of their era. They were the representatives of one era after another.
For them, it wasn't something that could be explained with just a single ability.
If they didn't have that kind of extreme focus and perseverance, they wouldn't have been able to achieve what they did.
Tu Lan looked at Garon's side profile and suddenly felt that this man had an indescribable mystery. It was an aura that was even more mysterious than the Death Apostles.
He was merely a human, yet he had reached such a height in just twenty years. It was as if he had been born with knowledge, and many things were self-taught. The look in his eyes did not look like that of a twenty-year-old young man, but more like that of an old man who had experienced the world for a long time.
"Ancestral Bloodline. If you can really achieve it, the other Death Apostles won't allow you to continue living."
For someone as strong as Garon who shrouded the Blood Breeds like a dark cloud, the Death Apostles were used to being in a high and mighty position. Suddenly, an existence like Ashen who stood above everyone's heads was something that the Death Apostles wouldn't want.
"Our conflict with the Old Blood Breeds is unavoidable." Garon smiled as if he wasn't worried at all. "But so what? No one can stop me, not even Ashen. "
He thought back to his life when he came to this world. He didn't know why, but recently, he often started to reminisce.
But he didn't reject it. He recalled his birth, his childhood, and the days he spent with Raffaele. The days in the small town.
"I might be gone for a few days. You'll be in charge of the Holy Fist Palace." Garon suddenly said.
"You're not afraid of the Death Apostles' sudden attack?" Tu Lan was stunned. "I can't stop them. Wellington must hate you to the core now and won't let go of any chance to attack you. "
"Ashen's personality isn't likely to do such a thing, but the other two Death Apostles must be guarded against." Garon frowned slightly. This was indeed a problem. If the mask incident forced him to stand against the entire Old Blood Breeds, then the Old Blood Breeds would have two Death Apostles other than Ashen. Once they joined forces, it would be troublesome. Tu Lan alone wouldn't be able to resist them. Plus, she was just a newly promoted Death Apostle.
The Holy Fist Palace had now become the spiritual symbol of the human's power against the Old Blood Breeds. There couldn't be any trouble. Many important people from America gathered here. If the Old Blood Breeds successfully attacked, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Is there any news from AG's seclusion?" Garon changed the topic.
"No, but it's said that there was a rare glacier earthquake at the South Pole where AG was in seclusion. After a large scale glacier collapsed, AG's original location can no longer be determined. We can only use a weak positioning martial arts connection to confirm that AG is still alive." Tu Lan was now dead set on following Garon. With her lazy personality, after learning the Secret Fist Technique, which was an enjoyable way to become stronger, she was deeply immersed in it and didn't want to leave.
Garon only wanted to see Raffaele. If possible, he wanted to bring her and her relatives over to prevent the Blood Breeds from finding out about this relationship and using her to threaten him.
But now, it seemed that he was directly tied to the Holy Fist Palace.
*****
Grano Town.
In a black villa in the middle of the town.
The main hall of the villa was pitch black. There were no lights, only rows of lit candles on the ground. They were placed in a circle around the entire hall.
The dim yellow candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating the scene in the hall.
Three beautiful girls wearing white dresses and white garlands were currently being watched by a large group of witches in black. They were holding silver triangles and slowly walking towards a grey statue in front of them.
The blonde girl walking at the front was Grano's youngest and most promising genius witch — Raffaele.
She walked at the front with a serious expression. She slowly walked in front of the female statue and used the silver triangles to prick her left index finger.
Slap!
A drop of scarlet blood dripped into a black basin in front of the statue.
"Great Lion Mother, please allow Grano's most dazzling flower crown to offer you the purest gift." Raffaele's grandmother raised her wooden staff and sang.
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