Exiting the arena, Garon followed the black corridor towards the White Cloud Gate students' arena.
In the corridor, a medical team in white rushed into the arena hurriedly. They lifted Bnehamin onto a stretcher and quickly passed by Garen.
He glanced at Benjamin on the stretcher.
"First victory …" He muttered softly.
Following the corridor and passing through a few corners and resting rooms, Garon quickly arrived at a small room with a sparse crowd.
He gently pushed the door open. Inside was the same layout as the arena just now.
In the arena, Curling was panting as she leaned against the pillar. Her entire body was weak, and her face and body were splattered with tiny red spots of blood. Her opponent was a skinny young man with a cold temperament. There were no signs of a fight at all.
It was obvious that Curling could still hold on for a while. Although she was at a disadvantage, it was hard to tell who would win in a short period of time.
Garon did not stop. He only glanced at Curling calmly so that she could see him. Then, he decisively turned around and walked towards the other arenas.
Next, he directly walked around the arenas of the other students.
Simon won easily. He met a very ordinary opponent. Secret Techniques relied on explosive speed, which was completely countered by him.
Jiali and her opponent were locked in a fierce battle.
The last one was Rimridor.
Garon slowly walked into the arena.
Rimridor stood silently in the arena, and just happened to punch his opponent to the ground. He was expressionless, and there was a faint strange aura around him.
His opponent was a young man with a short stature. His entire body was covered in injuries. He had been knocked to the ground countless times, but this time, he slowly climbed up with difficulty.
"Do you still want to continue?" Rimridor said calmly. He wore a pair of black gloves, and his two elbows were bent like two sharp awls. "If you continue like this, you will die."
Bang!
He used Shoot Form as fast as lightning and hit the young man's chest hard, sending him flying onto the ropes in the arena.
"I … admit defeat …!!" The young man spat out a few words with difficulty. His head tilted and he fainted.
"Boring." Rimridor said calmly. After the referee announced the victory, he flipped down from the arena. He walked up to Garon. "Eldest Senior Brother, why are you here?"
Garon frowned slightly. He could feel an indescribable aura from Rimrido, which was very similar to Eldest Senior Sister.
"Your fighting skills … were taught by Senior Sister?"
"Yes." Rimrido nodded calmly.
Garen didn't know why, but a trace of worry suddenly flashed through his heart. He patted Rimridor on the shoulder and said nothing. "He went to participate in the next match."
Rimrido nodded and followed Garon out of the arena, leaving the somewhat deserted arena behind.
The two of them went out of the door and separated in two different directions. Garon directly followed the room number and quickly found his next arena, Room 17.
As soon as he reached the corridor where the room was located, he saw that the door was already filled with people. Most of them were young students wearing tight yellow clothes. He didn't know which sect they were from.
Garon frowned and slowly walked forward.
Slap.
The first brawny man who was touched by him unconsciously trembled and automatically moved aside to give up his position. Followed by the second, the third …
There was a series of people. Everyone who was touched by Garon automatically moved aside to make a path. Even they themselves were puzzled and didn't know why they moved aside.
Garon slowly walked into the room from the middle. It was as if he was parting the sea to reveal a solitary passage. It was unusually conspicuous.
In the room, the two Celestial Circle Gate members, Jaden and the crybaby, were already there. Seeing him enter the room and the people around him automatically moved aside, a trace of admiration flashed across Jaden's face.
"Long Er, did you see that? This is the Quake that only a true expert can master!! This guy … is so strong! "Jaden's eyes were filled with shock.
"Quake?" The girl beside him still had traces of tears on her face as she stared hatefully at Garon. She was stunned when she heard her Senior Brother's words. "He can actually master Quake?! Senior Brother, you didn't see it, did you? Tremor is a threshold that only the top ten experts can grasp! "
"Stop talking. Mastering Quake already qualifies him to be a contender for the top ten! Watch this match carefully! " Jaden whispered softly as he pulled Long Er to an inconspicuous corner. He was afraid that Garon would make Long Er cry again.
Garon walked in from the crowd. His strong and tall body was unusually well-proportioned. His steps were calm and there was no trace of nervousness on his face.
"You bastard!! How dare you push me!! "A muscular man in black roared loudly and pushed Garon.
Smack.
He pressed his hands on Garon's body and was stunned when he saw that it didn't move at all.
Smack smack!
He pushed twice with all his strength, but there was no reaction at all. It was as if he had hit a high wall and couldn't move it at all.
"Can the weak only rely on such methods to win?" Garon looked down at the bearded man in front of him and waved his hand casually.
Bam!
The muscular man was slapped against the wall like a fly. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Whoosh!!
The whole place was in an uproar. Everyone squeezed backward as if they were avoiding the God of Plague, not daring to get too close to Garen.
"So strong!!"
"Mugente was taken care of in an instant!"
"This guy is from the White Cloud Gate, right? There's actually such a strong guy in the Twelve Gates of the South! "
Garon didn't even look at the others. He threw a thin needle in his hand. It was the tool used by the bearded man just now. He walked directly to the side of the ring and asked the Celestial Circle Gate referee disciple who was stunned.
"Where's my opponent? Not here yet? "
"Uh … You just finished him …" Being stared at by Garon, the referee broke out in cold sweat.
Garon was stunned. He looked at the unconscious bearded man leaning against the wall and shook his head slightly.
"Where's the next match?"
"… You don't have to move in the next match. Your opponent will come over." The referee quickly explained. "Your winning time is the shortest. From now on, the main arena will be determined based on the winning time. The one with the shortest time will be the home arena."
Garon nodded. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to rest.
Following his silence, the entire room suddenly fell into a whisper of discussion. None of the twenty or so people in the room dared to speak loudly, afraid that they would accidentally disturb Garen. Everyone whispered to their companions and looked at Garon who was sitting cross-legged at the side of the ring from time to time.
Jaden and the young girl Long Er were also affected by the atmosphere. Their voices became softer.
"An expert who mastered Quake … I didn't expect one of the Twelve Gates of the South, the White Cloud Gate, to have such an expert. I thought it would be the same as before. The Twelve Gates of the South would still be eliminated. I didn't expect this Garon to appear. "
Long Er hid behind her senior brother, as if she was afraid that Garon would see her.
"Then senior brother, is this Garon the strongest person in the Twelve Gates of the South?"
"Maybe. If we don't count the disciples who have finished their apprenticeship, then I'm afraid he's the strongest. The Twelve Gates of the South were originally an alliance of many small and weak sects. They formed a strong force to resist the big sects and increase their own influence. Most of the sects are about the same. Now that this Garon has suddenly appeared, I'm afraid the balance of the sects will be affected. But this isn't something we should be thinking about. "Jaden analyzed slowly. "I've seen the strongest disciples of the other eleven sects. They're not that good in comparison. This Garon is indeed the strongest man in the Twelve Gates! "
"The strongest man in the Twelve Gates?"
For the first time, Long Er's clear pink eyes clearly reflected the figure of Garon sitting cross-legged.
*****
Garen's reputation had been spread by the spectators the moment he defeated the bearded Mugente in one fell swoop.
Mugente was an elite of the Wanxiang Sect. He had made it to the top fifteen last time. He was the strongest core of the Twelve Gates. Yet, he was sent flying by Garon into the wall and knocked unconscious.
This incident caused an uproar among the spectators.
For a moment, the disciples of the Twelve Gates who had been unable to raise their heads because of their low ranking felt a sense of relief. They had always swallowed their pride in front of the slightly stronger sects. They didn't dare to say anything when they encountered problems. They were the ones who were at a disadvantage. This was because they didn't have strong seniors to support them. Moreover, the masters couldn't intervene in the conflicts of the disciples. After all, the disciples had stronger masters.
The weak were prey to the strong, so all the disciples of the Twelve Gates were used to this kind of oppression.
Now that Garon stood out, it gave all the disciples of the Twelve Gates hope. He could easily defeat the top fifteen. Maybe he could make it to the top ten this time!
"Senior Brother Garon from the White Cloud Gate is the strongest man in the Twelve Gates! I heard that he easily defeated Bnehamin from the Holy Fist Gate! "
"What about the disciples of the other Twelve Gates?" "They were all eliminated …"
"Now it's up to Senior Brother Garon!"
In the arena room, more and more disciples of the Twelve Gates squeezed in. The arena was filled to the brim with people.
The disciples were talking noisily. These disciples who had been oppressed for too long seemed to have seen hope. They all rushed over to watch Garon's match.
Garon slowly opened his eyes and looked at a disciple not far in front of him.
"Did you just say that the rest of the people from the White Cloud Gate have been eliminated?"
The disciple nodded nervously.
"Yes … Yes, Senior Brother. Now seventy to eighty people have been eliminated. Other than you, the rest of the people from the White Cloud Gate didn't make it to the third round …"
"So, I'm the only one left?" Garon wasn't surprised. He looked at the door from afar. Curling, Simon, and a few others were protecting Jia Li and squeezing in.
At this moment, a fatty with a body full of fat slowly climbed onto the stage. He was wearing a white singlet, and his thick white fat filled his singlet as if a large balloon had been stuffed into it.
The fat man seemed to be chewing something in his mouth. He swallowed it with a gulp and looked at Garon who was below the arena.
"Southern Twelve Gates, huh? How lucky. "
Garen stood up and flipped himself onto the arena to stand still.
The referee rang the bell.
"Begin!"
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