It was true that martial artists could not deal with powerful firearms, but the hidden forces behind them, the combined strength of many martial arts enthusiasts, were not to be underestimated.
Therefore, the main purpose of the police car was to separate the martial artists from the general public. After all, many of the martial artists were powerful monsters that were not afraid of small police firearms.
From Raydon, Garon roughly understood the situation in the martial arts world.
The martial arts world in the federation was divided into the north and the south. The south was led by Celestial Circle Gate and Crimson Sand Sword, while the north was led by Gramden Sword Sect. The situation in the north was unclear, but the martial arts world in the south was very chaotic. The small sects would shuffle every ten years or so, and even some of the medium-sized sects would be overturned. Only the Celestial Circle Gate and Crimson Sand Sword remained unchanged. They were giants.
Every year, Celestial Circle Gate held an exchange. Instead of saying that it was an exchange between all the sects, it was more like a competition between Celestial Circle Gate and Crimson Sand Sword.
In the hall, after the clown performance, it was an opera performance. Then, it was the most exciting fight between beautiful women. Two beautiful women with hot bodies walked onto the stage and fought with each other. Whoever lost would take off a piece of clothing. Watching this, the people below felt their blood boil.
Fortunately, Celestial Circle Gate controlled it well. When the two beauties were down to their bikinis, they finally got off the stage.
Then, a band played on stage. Some waiters came in to serve appetizers before dinner.
A group of people watched the show in the hall while waiting for their disciples to arrive. As time passed, more and more people came to the hall. At first, there were ten to twenty people, but now there were fifty to sixty people.
After dinner, Garon, Raydon, and the others were led out of the hall by the Celestial Circle disciples. They passed through a corridor and an open-air garden, and went to their respective rooms to rest.
The next morning, a disciple brought them to a place to practice martial arts. After a little exercise, Garon, Raydon, and his wife returned to the hall where they were and continued to wait for their disciples.
Raydon's Cross Sword Sect already had a female disciple.
On Garen's side, he was still alone.
On the stage, the performance from yesterday was repeated. Garon ate his breakfast and waited until noon. Finally, the students of the White Cloud Gate arrived under the guidance of Celestial Circle's disciples.
"Eldest senior brother!"
"Eldest Senior Brother, you've arrived so early?"
"Hello, Eldest Senior Brother."
Four young men in white training clothes walked up to Garon side by side and greeted him respectfully. There were two men and two women, ranging in age from fifteen to twenty years old.
"I've been waiting for you all day. It's too slow. " Garon stood up and smiled, "Alright, let's sit down and eat something first. Tomorrow is the official Sect Competition. Prepare yourselves and don't embarrass White Cloud Gate tomorrow. "
"Yes!" The four of them replied in unison. Then, they sat down next to Garon.
This kind of scene had already happened in countless sects over the past few days, and the surrounding people didn't care much about it.
The five of them sat together and watched the performance for a while. Then, people from other sects came in, and the entire hall was filled with more and more people.
Garon and the others weren't in a hurry. The disciples of the Celestial Circle Gate had already informed them of the event's schedule. Garon had watched it once and didn't feel anything. The other four weren't in the mood to watch it, and they were all very interested in tomorrow's competition.
"This is a chance for the average disciples to show their talents. The average disciples of each sect even have their own ranking competition in this competition." Raydon and Garon sat together. The tables of the two sects were moved closer, and they were considered closer.
"There's a ranking for the average disciple, as well as a ranking for the Secret Martial Art disciples. Of course, the most important one is the last one. The overall ranking of the entire sect is determined by the overall ranking of all the rankings."
"Does the overall ranking include the teacher's ranking?" Garon asked softly.
"Of course. It's different from the Secret Martial Art disciples. The strength of the older generation of Secret Martial Art practitioners is mostly fixed, and won't fluctuate much in a short period of time. Usually, they only compete once every few years, so the ranking is mainly determined by the younger generation."
"But if that's the case, shouldn't the strongest disciples of each dojo compete?" Garon asked doubtfully.
"Of course, but we can't just judge the strength based on this. After all, many Martial Art Masters have taught many disciples who have finished their apprenticeship, and these disciples can't come back to participate in this ranking competition. So the main purpose of this ranking competition is to determine the strongest of the younger generation. It's not very accurate to judge the strength of the dojo, "Raydon explained.
Garon finally understood. It seemed that Fei Baiyun's other three disciples had finished their apprenticeship, and didn't meet the requirements to participate. He must have brought him here to let him experience it. After all, this competition was held once every two years. If he didn't succeed this time, he could just come again next time. After all, White Cloud Gate was a small sect at the bottom of the hierarchy, so there was nothing to lose.
After figuring out the general situation, Garon and Raydon chatted casually. Raydon introduced some of the famous sects in the hall to Garon. Raydon usually talked too much, so no one was willing to listen to him. Now that someone suddenly appeared who was willing to listen to his nonsense, he suddenly became very excited, and his mouth never stopped talking.
Garon sat with him for a day, and learned a lot about the Secret Martial Art world from him.
On the morning of the third day, Garon led the four people from White Cloud Gate, and under the guidance of the Celestial Circle disciples, they didn't continue to the hall. Instead, they walked along the corridor and arrived at a platform outside.
The platform was circular, and was located in the courtyard of the ninth floor. It was surrounded by four taller buildings, blocking the view of the surroundings.
The entire platform was like a white cement button protruding from a black courtyard, and it was very eye-catching.
The surrounding area was very wide, and there were more than twenty sects in total, each with their own space. They directly surrounded the platform in a circular shape.
Garon sat on the left side of the platform, near the entrance, and the other four disciples sat behind him.
He glanced around, and the platform was densely packed with people. There were only five people from each sect. Other than the service disciples of Celestial Circle Gate, there were more than a hundred people around, and they were all young faces. None of them were very old, and the oldest was just like Raydon, in his prime. They were all no older than forty.
The Crimson Sand Sword and Celestial Circle Gate stood opposite each other. On the opposite side of the platform, Beo was dressed in blue, and on the other side of the platform was a one-eyed man. Unlike Beo, the one-eyed man had a gentle smile on his face, and he looked very polite.
Garon looked at the man carefully. He was the strongest disciple of Celestial Circle Gate, Andrela. He didn't look any different, and his appearance was not as impressive as Beo's. However, Garon could vaguely see that this person was extremely confident, as if he could face any situation calmly.
Not only him, but almost all the disciples with some achievements around them focused their attention on the two of them.
The chaotic scene gradually calmed down as the disciples of Celestial Circle Gate shuttled back and forth.
A skinny old man with a big beard jumped onto the platform, holding a large copper bell in his hand.
"Now the official ranking begins. Starting from the last place, which sect's disciple will challenge the one in front first?" His voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.
Garon took out a piece of white paper from his chest, and on it were the rankings of the twenty-seven sects.
White Cloud Gate was ranked seventeenth.
"I'll go first." A man in black rushed onto the platform, ripped off his shirt and threw it down. "Angadi Boxing Dojo, Lovesidi Lakai. I challenge the Sword Boxing Dojo! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a flat-chested woman also rushed onto the platform. "Nora, Sword Boxing Dojo."
Without any pleasantries, the two of them stood on the platform and started fighting. They went back and forth, and although their moves looked very strict, they were actually very soft, and the sound of their fists and palms colliding was also very soft. It was obvious that they didn't have enough strength, and it was all about technique.
In less than ten seconds, the man in black was pushed down from the platform. Another disciple from his dojo went up, and was also pushed down after a few rounds. It was obvious that the difference in technique was quite big.
In a real competition, normally it wouldn't last very long, and a slight mistake could cause an opponent of similar strength to be defeated. Many times, when the strength of two people was similar, it would depend on their own condition.
Garon sat below and just watched casually. At the beginning, it was a competition between normal disciples who didn't have any secret techniques, and it was just an opening show.
On the platform above, the disciples who had conflicts with each other also used this platform as an opportunity to resolve their conflicts.
Soon, someone challenged White Cloud Gate. It was the eighteenth place Fighting Association, and the one who went up was a hot blonde beauty with blue eyes. She had just defeated the nineteen people who challenged her, and now she dared to challenge the seventeenth place White Cloud Gate.
"I'll go!" A muscular young man behind Garon stood up excitedly. "Big Senior Brother, let me go?" This young man's strength was average among the four people who came this time. Although his Explosive Fist Arts hadn't really reached the first level, his skin was much tougher than the average person's, and his strength was also strong enough.
"Simon? Are you confident? " Master wasn't here, so naturally everything was decided by Garon, and this was an opportunity to train his ability to deal with things independently.
Simon nodded. "I saw her strength just now, although her leg techniques are strong, her strength is too weak, as long as I seize the opportunity to control her legs, it'll be fine."
"Then you go, don't embarrass White Cloud Gate." Garon reminded him, although the specific ranking wasn't based on this, it was mainly based on the disciples who were at the secret technique level, but if normal disciples lost too much, there would be a certain negative impact.
"Got it, Big Senior Brother, don't worry." Simon smiled, and waved his fist at his other three companions.
"Get out of here, who doesn't know you're going for her beauty?" A girl waved her hand speechlessly.
Chuckling, Simon walked to the side of the platform and climbed up obediently, standing in front of the blonde beauty.
Bang bang!
His opponent immediately executed a side kick from above and below, hitting Simon's arm with a dull thud.
Simon stood steadily, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
"You're not strong enough!"
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