The blonde beauty did not say a word. She lowered her body and swept her leg. Her movements were fast and accurate, and the place she swept was also very accurate. It was right in the middle of Simon's legs.
Bang bang bang bang! Several consecutive sounds rang out. Simon's expression changed. He tried to grab his opponent's long legs with both hands, but every time he was easily dodged. Instead, he was kicked in the same place. His opponent's speed was much faster than his.
No matter how strong he was, he would be useless if he could not hit his opponent.
The two of them were in the ring. One of them did not move, while the other quickly circled around the opponent, sweeping her leg from time to time. It was like a nimble monkey teasing a big dumb bear.
The blonde beauty's every kick was unusually fast, without any hesitation. Her fighting skills showed that she had a very deep foundation. Moreover, her accuracy was very shocking. As she circled around Simon, her kicks were always in the same five spots. No matter how her opponent tried to hide, she could repeatedly kick the same five spots from different angles.
Pa!
Finally, Simon's knees bent to the ground, and he knelt down. He could no longer maintain his balance and fell to the ground with a bang. His opponent stepped on his back, and he could not move.
"The Fighting Association wins."
Below, Garon frowned slightly. He was also annoyed by this kind of speed opponent. Although his fighting skills had improved, and with his explosive power, as long as the opponent was within a certain range of him, he could easily defeat them. However, the students below were not so lucky. Simon did not even use the White Cloud Fighting Technique. He only relied on his talent and Explosive Fist Arts to resist. It would be strange if he did not lose after being played like a monkey.
"Simon lost. I'll go!" A tall and slender woman stood up abruptly. "Senior Brother." She looked at Garon.
Garon glanced at her. "Curling, are you confident? The opponent is also preparing to change. "
"No. I can only try. I checked the information beforehand. The Fighting Association was only slightly weaker than us last time. This time, they took the initiative to challenge us. They must be confident." Curling was one of the most elite students selected by the White Cloud Gate this time. He was also one of the two strongest students. He was also a senior student who had participated in the exchange last time.
"Let the others go. You can't lose. Otherwise, we won't be confident." Garon hesitated and looked at the other girl, Jia Li. "Jia Li, you go."
"Okay." Carrie was not afraid at all. She got up and turned over from the side of the ring.
"Just let Garon exhaust the opponent's stamina," Garon whispered to Curling. She glanced at the muscular boy on the other side. He was the last candidate for the White Cloud Gate. His master, Fei Baiyun, had selected four people this time, and the main force was these two people. His purpose was to increase one rank compared to the previous time.
On the stage, Jiali was entangled with another disciple of the Fighting Association. Although her body was sturdy, her opponent's leg technique was stronger. After several consecutive kicks to the same spot, Jiali was directly swept down, unable to get up from her knees.
However, this girl was born with a strong tenacity. She got up again after falling down. Three times in a row.
"The people from the White Cloud Gate are not that good. With this level, they are too weak." The male disciple on the stage mocked. Before he finished, he kicked Jiali's abdomen again.
Bang!
Jiali staggered back and sat down on the stage. She could not stand up for a while.
The girl struggled to get up.
Garon stood up and frowned.
"The White Cloud Gate admits defeat!"
Clang clang clang … "The Fighting Association wins." The old man bit the bell and shouted.
Curling, the other female disciple behind him, quickly went up and helped Jiali down.
"Are you okay? How does your knee feel? "Curling had a good relationship with her. She immediately took out some medicinal wine and applied it on Jiali.
Garen, on the other hand, stood at the side with a frown.
"She's not even as good as Senior Brother Irwin. I really don't know how she got into the list this time." When he took the core disciple assessment, Senior Brother Irwin was much stronger than this girl.
"And in terms of tenacity, the girl who joined the White Cloud Gate for her own dojo, Doris, is not worse than her." Garon shook his head.
"Senior Brother, she's Curling's cousin …" Simon, who was resting on the side, came over and whispered.
Garon nodded in understanding.
"Who's going next?"
"Me!" Curling stood up and stared at the man on the stage with a frosty expression. "I'm going to teach that trash who doesn't know how to speak human language a lesson."
Garon looked at Curling carefully. This female disciple who was known as the strongest in the White Cloud Dojo did have some real skills.
Looking at the reflection of her skin, her Explosive Fist Arts should be close to the beginner level. Looking at her body and walking style, there was a strong smell of the White Cloud Combat Arts' Four Forms. She actually integrated the Four Forms into her daily movements and practiced them as part of her daily routine. Her talent was indeed amazing.
"Your Four Forms are very strong. You should be able to win." Garon nodded.
Curling was shocked. Her strongest point had been seen through by her senior brother. She didn't think much of it at first, but now she suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She didn't dare to be as casual as before.
"Then I'm going!" She bowed slightly to Garon, turned around, ran a few steps, and jumped into the ring.
Garon didn't look at Curling's match. Instead, his gaze fell on the silent male disciple.
This last core disciple was called Rimridor. He was currently the strongest core disciple in the dojo. Rimridor's elbows were slightly sharp. When his arms were folded, they looked like two knives resting on his knees.
He wasn't selected by the new disciples. He had been in the dojo for a few years and was now twenty years old. Whether it was the Four Forms or the Explosive Fist Arts, he had already reached the beginner level. Unlike Garon, this Rimridor relied purely on his own willpower and perseverance to master these two techniques. Just by sitting there, he gave off the feeling of a silent volcano.
"Rimridor, the next match is yours. Are you confident?" Garon was the senior brother in name. Since his master wasn't around, he should take care of it.
Rimridor nodded. "The Fighting Association, no problem."
Garon could also see that other than the Secret Technique disciples, Rimridor wasn't afraid of the other disciples. If it wasn't for his age, he would have already reached the beginner level of the Secret Technique level.
*****
On the edge of the two-story building beside the ring, there were a few semicircular white platforms extending out. On them sat the Dojo Masters of various dojos.
Fei Baiyun was also among them. He sat on a white wooden chair on the right, looking down at his disciple Garon beside the ring.
"Fei Baiyun, is that the last disciple you brought this time?" On the left seat, a man with a red mustache smiled as he stared at Garon beside the ring. "Not much … Compared to my Shield Attack Gate's first disciple, Filo, he's still lacking a lot …"
"Who's strong and who's weak isn't determined by words, Gate Master Chris." Fei Baiyun glanced at the man. "Although Garon is still young, he can handle things on his own. He's not flustered at all. No matter how strong he is, I'm already satisfied with this. "
He originally thought that Garen, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, would be flustered and flustered when his master wasn't by his side. He didn't expect Garen to be so methodical and mature. He didn't know that Garon wasn't an ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. If he counted his past life, he would be more than forty years old.
The mustached man snorted and didn't say anything else. Since he already knew that the White Cloud Gate had no intention of fighting for the title, he didn't want to waste time talking to him.
On the other hand, a dark-skinned old man beside him squinted his eyes.
"Old man Fei, let's not talk about this exchange. Your first disciple, Rosetta, crippled my second disciple. How do you want to settle this?"
Fei Baiyun's expression froze. He recognized that the old man was the Gate Master of the Double Halberd Fist Sect. He was considered a veteran in the South.
"So it's Gate Master Watson. It's just that your second disciple, Bossa, is extremely talented. With your personal guidance, he learned Secret Techniques very early on. How could he be injured by my disciple, Rosetta? It's impossible for Rosetta to defeat Bossa, right? "
"As for the truth, the great detective, Fisto, has already investigated thoroughly. In addition to the investigation of Rosetta's whereabouts, it's confirmed that it was your first disciple, Rosetta, who injured Bossa. Both her hands and legs were crippled. Hehe … How cruel." Old Watson laughed eerily.
"No matter what, I will thoroughly investigate this matter and give your Double Halberd Fist Sect an explanation!" Fei Baiyun also knew that the situation was serious. This kind of method of crippling people was no longer a righteous method.
"That won't be necessary." The old man laughed again. He stopped talking and looked down at the ring below.
Fei Baiyun's expression darkened. This was not the first time he was blamed. Rosetta had caused a few problems in the past, causing the White Cloud Gate to be in an awkward position. Some of the friendly sects that were close to them were gradually alienating them. They were almost isolated.
"Looks like I have to go back and investigate. It's the Dojo Exchange now, let's not think about this for now." His gaze fell on the ring below.
On the circular stage, the Gate Masters of Celestial Circle Gate and Crimson Sand Sword sat together, discussing the performance of their disciples in low voices. The two sects had always been united. Although the competition between their disciples was fierce, the sects were still very friendly.
The other Gate Masters of the smaller sects had their own social circles and were discussing their own matters in low voices.
Soon, Curling from the White Cloud Gate bumped into someone from the Fighting Association. He fell out of the ring and was quickly caught by his fellow disciples behind him.
"White Cloud Gate wins, Fighting Association loses." The old man shook his bell and announced loudly.
Curling stood still on the ring and announced loudly.
"White Cloud Gate challenges sixteen White Shark Gates."
The strength of the White Shark Sect was very strong. A female disciple with white skin and a tall and slender figure casually came up and fought with Keling for a while. Both sides didn't want to use too much strength, so they simply shook hands and called it a draw.
It was obvious that they were conserving their strength for the disciple ranking competition.
The competition at the beginning was just an appetizer. The real highlight was the ranking competition at the end. This included the real ranking competition that even Secret Technique disciples had to participate in.
This was also the focus of all the sects.
After Curling left the ring, Rimridor did not want to fight. His goal was also the ranking competition. Garon stood up and announced that White Cloud Gate had given up on the challenge.
This opening duel was originally a stage for the average disciple to show their faces.
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