The real focus was the ranking competition at the end. Every sect had five disciples, and the final ranking of the sect would be determined based on the total score of all the rankings they could reach. At the same time, it was also the stage for the strongest of the younger generation.
Following that, it was the competition between the normal disciples of a few sects. There was nothing much to see. At most, it was a competition of basic skills. Those without secret techniques were only slightly stronger than the average amateur martial arts enthusiast.
Finally, the normal disciple competition between Celestial Circle Gate and Crimson Sand Sword ended. The old referee lifted his bell and was no longer listless.
"Next, we will begin the official ranking competition. Every sect will register as a single disciple. The final ranking will be calculated according to a fixed formula."
The old man waved his hand, and a few beautiful girls came up. They wore short skirts and stockings, and their long hair was tied into a ponytail. In the middle, a girl carried a square box and stood beside the old man.
"Representatives of all sects, please come up and draw your names for the competition! Then head to the arena for the competition. " The old man pointed at the surrounding buildings. "The other arenas are in the surrounding buildings. You will see the numbers once you enter. The top three from the previous competition will automatically enter the finals. There is no need to draw lots. "
Andrela from Celestial Circle Gate smiled at Beo from afar. He turned around and walked into the entrance of the building behind him. He was too lazy to look at the drawing of lots.
Beo sneered and turned around to leave. Compared to the normal disciples, the difference in strength between the two was obvious. They did not need to care about the possibility of new opponents appearing later. Their only opponent was each other from the beginning.
Garon stood in the crowd and watched the two of them leave the arena. He could feel their strong confidence and pride. He was not sure about their strength, but to be able to leave in front of so many secret techniques and look down on everything, just this attitude alone was not something an ordinary person would dare to do. It was confidence gained from strong strength and battle results.
He could not help but recall the words of Senior Sister Rosetta. Victory after victory would in turn nourish confidence … and make oneself stronger.
Soon, the people in front of him had drawn lots, and it was his turn.
Garon walked forward, reached into the box and casually grabbed a lot. He took it out and looked at it. The white paper had the number 24 written on it.
He walked away and stood to one side. Behind him, Curling, Rimrido and the others from White Cloud Gate Academy also drew their lots.
"Those who have drawn the lot, please proceed to the arena according to your number. The winner will proceed to the next arena according to the referee. The losers would all return to their respective arenas to undergo the ranking process. The winner would also have a chance to challenge all opponents ranked below the winner. After all the preliminaries, the top ten would be selected. Let's proceed to the final round, "the old man announced loudly.
Garon, Curling, and the others went to different arenas.
His number was 24. After entering the building, a waiter led him along the corridor. After a few turns, he arrived at a spacious training room.
The room was white and was about the size of a large conference hall. There was a round white ring in the middle, surrounded by guardrails. It was similar to a boxing ring.
A young female referee dressed in black was already standing there, waiting.
There were also some young people standing in the room. They were obviously here to watch the show.
There was also a bald man, so strong that he was somewhat deformed, standing beside the ring. His gaze was fixed on Garon the moment he entered the room.
This person wore black leather pants and his upper body was bare. His muscles occasionally moved with his breathing. The muscles on both sides of his shoulders were like deformed old tree roots sticking out of the ground, twisted and swollen.
"Contestants, please come to the arena," the female referee said loudly on the stage.
Garon withdrew his gaze from the burly man, walked slowly to the side of the ring, and flipped into the ring.
Although his physique was also very strong, there was clearly a large gap between him and his opponent. It was like the ratio of an adult to a child. That person also flipped into the ring.
The two of them were one big and one small. One of them had dark skin and wore black leather pants, the other Garon was dressed in white and had fair skin. The two of them stood on the stage, black and white clearly contrasting.
At this moment, two people squeezed in from the door. A man and a woman, both dressed in light blue athletic attire. They were Jaden, who went to pick up Garon and the others, and the cross-dressing girl who tried to test him and made him cry.
"Junior sister, this is Garon's ring from the White Cloud Gate. This is his first match," Jaden whispered to the girl, but his gaze naturally fell on Garon on the stage.
"This guy is very lucky. His opponent is not weak at all," the girl laughed softly, taking pleasure in his misfortune. "Who told him to be so arrogant at the station! He'll definitely be beaten up badly this time. "
Jaden nodded.
"His opponent is Benjamin, the third Holy Fist disciple of the Holy Fist Gate. He has been practicing Secret Techniques for three years. The Holy Fist Gate is a sect ranked twentieth. Although the sect is not strong, the strength of the third strongest disciple is definitely not ordinary. If I were to meet this Benjamin, I would have to admit defeat immediately. I heard that this Garon was just accepted as a Secret Technique disciple not long ago. The difference between them is obvious. "
"Also," Jaden added, "that Garon's defense is not bad. He'll definitely be beaten up for a long time." After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh. "He's in trouble now."
In the ring.
Garon stretched his neck, calmly sizing up his opponent. His opponent's physique gave him a strong sense of oppression. This physique was almost the same as his second senior brother Farak. His strength was definitely terrifying.
Below, Jaden and the young girl entered. He also saw them from the corner of his eye. These two were obviously here to watch the show.
"You're unlucky to meet me in your first match." The strong man opposite him grinned, revealing his white teeth. "My name is Benjamin, the third Holy Fist disciple of the Holy Fist Gate. You should feel honored to be defeated by my fist. "
Garon was speechless. This guy was so full of himself that he was already shouting about his victory before the fight even started.
"I'm Garon, the seventeenth White Cloud Gate disciple. Can we start now?" He looked at the referee.
Ding.
The female referee nodded and shook the small silver bell in her hand.
"The match begins." She quickly jumped off the ring to avoid being affected.
Garon squinted his eyes and sized up Benjamin.
This was his first time fighting with a true disciple of the Secret Technique world. He had the Mammoth Secret Technique, but his opponent also had his own Secret Technique. This would depend on the difference in their combat experience and power.
"Let's test your strength first."
Garon made up his mind. He slowly got into the standard stance of the White Cloud Combat Technique.
"Please."
"Your stance is not bad. Let's see how strong your strength is. You're ranked seventeenth. Don't disappoint me. "Benjamin chuckled and walked over with his hands in a boxing stance.
Tch!
He extended his right fist and instantly disappeared, turning into a black line that blasted towards Garon's chin.
It was a simple uppercut, but it was fast and powerful. Before it hit, Garon felt a slight gust of wind on his chin pressing against his skin.
"What a strong strength." Garon's heart skipped a beat. He changed his stance instantly and put his right elbow forward, blocking the path of the punch.
Bam!
The fist and elbow collided. Both of them took a step back.
Garon squinted his eyes and looked at his opponent.
"His strength is very strong. It should be close to two. If this is his normal strength, combined with the impact and speed, this person can hit with about the same strength as me. He is indeed very strong. But I am stronger! "
His current strength attribute was 2.45. He did not look like much, but the density of his muscles was very high. He did not look like much, but when he burst out, he was much stronger than the average person.
"Get rid of him, Benjamin! Get rid of him! "The little girl beside Jaden suddenly shouted. She raised her fist and waved it around like a little girl. "That guy from the White Cloud Gate said that you are a big piece of shit. He said that he could kill you with one hand!"
"Such a stupid method of provocation. No one would fall for it." Garon was speechless. He looked at his opponent.
"Ugh …"
He was speechless when he saw his opponent.
The veins on Benjamin's forehead were bulging and his eyes were red. It was obvious that he was really angry.
"You brat …" He was panting heavily. "Tyrant Star!!"
He roared furiously, and his fists turned slightly black. His normal tanned skin turned pitch-black like ink.
"I'm going to hammer you to death!!" Bnehamin rushed towards Garen like a mad rhinoceros, panting heavily. The ring also creaked under his heavy footsteps, unable to bear the heavy burden.
A straight punch!
Benjamin's fist was like a piece of blackened metal. It hit Garon's chest directly. It was as if a heavy and thick hammer was smashing towards Garen.
"Shoot! Charge! Stomp! "
Garon suddenly shouted. He raised his elbow and knocked away the fist. His body rushed forward and hit his opponent's chest.
Bnehamin's face paled, and his body was sent flying backward.
Garon laughed softly. He raised his right foot and stomped forward.
Boom!
The ring shook violently. Benjamin was kicked down from the air by Garon. He lay on the ring, foaming at the mouth and fainting.
With three consecutive moves, Garen directly stomped Bnehamin, who had already been sent flying, down onto the arena.
White Cloud Combat Skills had reached the intermediate level and could be considered to be at the level of a true veteran. It was too easy to deal with someone who had never experienced a cruel battle.
The intermediate level of White Cloud Combat Skills had the four major forms linked together and could be used quickly. It was already very good at using openings and opportunities in battle. On the other hand, Benjamin's combat skills were still at the beginner level. The difference was too big. Garon didn't even use half of his strength before it was over. His opponent's secret techniques had no effect at all.
The whole hall was silent. The referee at the side of the ring didn't expect it to end so quickly. He was stunned for a while before he went up to ring the bell.
"Winner! White Cloud Gate, Garon! Next match, number 17. "
The spectators at the side of the ring finally reacted. When they heard the referee's voice, they came back to their senses and immediately became rowdy. A few people from the Holy Fist Gate quickly went up to check on Benjamin's condition. They were relieved when they found that he was fine and had only fainted.
Jaden and the girl stood at the door with blank faces.
"What a strong combat skill!" Jaden muttered. "Among all the disciples I've seen, his combat skill is in the top ten!"
The girl who was waving her fists and shouting to kill Garon was also stunned. Even with her level, she could see that the two of them were not on the same level.
Seeing Garon come down from the ring, tidying his clothes and walking towards the door, the two of them quickly gave up their seats.
When Garon passed by the two of them, he glanced at the girl. He slowly reached out his hand and held it in front of the girl's neck.
"Crack." He imitated the sound of bones breaking.
The girl's body trembled. Her whole body was trembling and her face was pale. She looked like a pitiful little deer.
"Little brat, you're still too inexperienced." Garon laughed as he walked out of the door. He followed the waiter outside to the number 17 arena.
On the other side, Jaden was also suppressed by the aura that Garon purposely emitted. He felt that he would be defeated instantly if he moved. He could only watch his junior sister being bullied and didn't dare to make a move.
Now that Garon had left, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Junior sister … Are you okay?" He could see that Garon didn't mean any harm to his junior sister. He was just punishing her for her actions just now.
Wah!!
The girl wailed loudly, tears streaming down her face.
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