"I'm Arrow from Enlightenment Hand, what's your name?" Fatty had Huang Mao on his head, it didn't look like it was dyed, it looked like it was natural. He reached out his hand to rub Huang Mao and asked honestly.
"Garon. White Cloud Gate. "Garon raised his hand and posed in the Four Big Forms, his aura suddenly became fierce.
"I'll stand still and let you hit me, how about that?" Fatty Arrow laughed, "As long as you can hurt me, you win."
"This idiot!" Below the stage, Jaden covered his eyes, he couldn't bear to watch.
Bam!!
Garon leaped forward, his elbow straight like an arrow, piercing into Fatty's fat chest.
Fatty's white fat started to vibrate violently, waves of fat started to ripple from the area that was hit.
Arrow's expression changed, his face turning pale.
"Charge!"
Garon's expression was indifferent, he twisted his leg and his whole body crashed into Fatty's body again.
Boom!
Fatty's mountain-like body was sent flying, he landed hard on the ground below the stage, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
"Announce the results." Garon straightened up and said calmly.
"… Okay … Okay." The judge seemed to have woken up from a dream. "This match! White Cloud Gate, Garon wins!! " He shook the bell with all his might, but the bell's sound was too soft, it was drowned out by the crowd's exclamations.
Jaden stood in the corner with a serious expression.
"Looks like we underestimated his strength. He's already qualified to challenge Beo from Crimson Sand Sword. The Awakening Gate is ranked seventh, and this fatty is considered one of the best among them. He was ranked eleventh in the last exchange. His body fat is his best defense, and his secret technique is a powerful shock-absorbing fat ring that is constantly activated. Normal experts' shockwaves have almost no effect on him. "
Dragin's face turned pale as well.
"Then, then how did he kill Fatty in an instant just now …?"
"His strength, speed, and the technique of continuously gathering strength at one point, combined together, he broke through the Secret Technique's fat ring, what terrifying battle awareness!!" Jaden muttered, "His shockwaves, body coordination, and most importantly, his explosive speed, are much stronger than normal Secret Technique users!! I've seen White Cloud Gate's Secret Technique, Mammoth Secret Technique, its specific effect can't be as strong as his. Could it be that he's practicing some new martial art?! Not White Cloud Gate? "
"No! He's using White Cloud Gate's Explosive Fist Technique. "A quiet male's voice suddenly came from beside them.
Both Jaden and Dragin were startled. They turned to look at him and their expressions immediately became respectful.
"Eldest Senior Brother!" "Hello, Eldest Senior Brother." The two hurriedly greeted.
Standing on the side was the one-eyed Andrela, the strongest disciple of Celestial Circle Gate of this generation. He was the strongest expert of the younger generation in the South.
He wore a black eyepatch on his left eye, while his right eye was a crystal clear dark gold. His long black hair casually draped behind his back, reaching his waist. He gave off a mysterious and gentle aura.
"Nineteen, Two Three, you're still new to the sect. You've only trained for a few years, so naturally you can't see his actual style." Andrela looked at Garon in the ring with a hint of admiration.
"If I'm not wrong, this Garon has already trained the White Cloud Gate's Secret Technique to the highest level. What a terrifying talent! The White Cloud Gate's Mammoth Secret Technique is only a third-rate Secret Technique. Many sects have similar Secret Technique training methods. I didn't expect him to be able to train a third-rate Secret Technique to this level. "
"It can't be … Big Senior brother, are you saying that this Garon's Secret Technique level is even higher than his master's?" Jaden was shocked.
"I'm not sure … But only his master's generation knows the strength of the White Cloud Gate's master. However, it's only a third-rate Secret Technique. No matter how strong he is, its power is limited. There's no need to worry too much." Andrela looked at Garon, who was sitting cross-legged on the ring, and shook his head regretfully. "It's a pity. If he was met by our Celestial Circle Gate earlier, his achievements would be unimaginable. It's a pity … His Secret Technique is limited. This is already his peak. "
He used the word 'pity' twice consecutively.
Jaden and Dragin also understood what he meant. Garon had already trained the White Cloud Gate's Secret Technique to this level. His body was already fixed, so it was impossible for him to train in other Secret Techniques. Moreover, the limit of a third-rate Secret Technique was Garon's current level. There was no way to improve it anymore.
"Then Big Senior brother, in your opinion, what rank should this Garon's true strength be?" Dragin asked curiously. With the strongest Big Senior brother by her side, Garon's shadow seemed to have completely disappeared. She suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
"It should be about the same as Quicksand's Eastern Saint Cloak. It should be around the fifth or sixth rank if the other people's strength didn't change too much this year. "Andrela said lightly.
"Fifth or sixth!!" Jaden and Dragin were shocked again. They couldn't believe it.
Garon didn't notice Andrela in the corner of the crowd. This person seemed to have some strange magic. No one around him looked at him. It was as if he was completely invisible.
He breathed slowly, using the Secret Technique's breathing pattern to recover his strength as quickly as possible. Although he only defeated the fatty from Esoteric Palm, he still used up some energy. He still needed to adjust his condition to face his next opponent in his best condition.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a while, his next opponent still didn't come. It wasn't just him. Even the referee was getting impatient. He found a disciple from the Celestial Circle Gate and asked. Only then did he know that his next opponent was fighting hard. Other than the arena where the battle had already started, there were still people who were heavily injured and needed to rest and heal. All of the fourth contestants still had to wait. The remaining contestants were the elites who had already won the fifth round. According to the rules, it was impossible to arrange a battle at this time.
"So you mean I can have some time to rest for now?" Garon stood up and asked softly.
"Yes, you have about half an hour to rest. You can move around freely. "The referee nodded and answered respectfully. The Secret Technique World had always respected the strong. Garon's strength had won his respect.
"Alright." Garon was about to sit down cross-legged and adjust his body again.
After a while, a disciple in black from the Celestial Circle Gate came up and handed him a note.
"Brother Garon, there's someone outside who says he's your acquaintance. He asked me to pass you a note."
"Acquaintance?" Garon took the note and opened it. His eyes suddenly widened.
There was only one line of words on the note.
"Do you want to know how Gregor died? Come out at two o 'clock at night. I'll wait for you outside. " There was also a familiar tattoo charm array drawn at the bottom. It was the same pattern on the back of the psychic's hand.
Garen crumpled the note into a ball. Garon squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Where's the person who gave you the note?" He asked the disciple who passed him the note.
"Still waiting outside …" Before the disciple could finish his sentence, he saw Garon jump down from the ring and walk towards the door. The crowd below was completely useless to him. He was like a moving reef. Wherever he went, the crowd would automatically make way for him.
After a few steps, he walked out of the room. There was a lot of noise coming from the room on the other side. It seemed like a lot of people were cheering.
"Sara! Sara! Sara! "Waves of cheers came one after another. It was very lively.
Garon glanced left and right in the corridor. Suddenly, he saw a black cloak at the end of the corridor.
He arched his body and rushed out instantly. He reached the end of the corridor in a few big steps. At the end of the corridor was a straight black corridor that was tens of meters long. There was no turning in the middle. However, the person just now was nowhere to be seen. In just one or two seconds, he disappeared.
"Crossing twenty to thirty meters in one or two seconds …" Garon looked at the people coming and going in the corridor. He suddenly grabbed a female disciple who walked past him. "Did you see a person wearing a black cloak pass by just now?"
"Ouch! It hurts! No! Never seen it! "The girl was shocked and answered quickly.
"Sorry, I hurt you." Garon just realized that he used too much strength and quickly let go of her. "You really didn't see it?"
"No! Who would wear a black cloak in broad daylight? "The female disciple rubbed her shoulder and answered. Then, she quickly ran away like a rabbit.
Garon walked along the corridor. As he walked, he grabbed the people around him and asked them. However, the answer was that no one had seen such a person in a black cloak.
The other disciples of the White Cloud Gate also caught up and followed behind him.
Curling wanted to go up and greet them but was stopped by Simon. He shook his head slightly at her.
"Senior Brother must have something important to do. Let's help him find it."
Other than Rimridor who was nowhere to be found, the four of them asked everyone they saw along the way. However, no one had seen a person wearing a black cloak.
Garon walked to a lounge in the corridor and slowly sat down on a bench. He wiped the sweat and oil off his face with both hands. That piece of paper and the corner of the black cloak were like a heavy shadow that slowly pressed down on his heart.
From time to time, there were shouts and cheers from the surrounding rooms. It was the other contestants who were competing in the arena.
The other three disciples of the White Cloud Gate were also tired and sat down.
"Senior Brother …" Curling looked at Garon worriedly.
"It's almost time for the next match, right?" Garon raised his head and returned to his usual calmness. "Thank you for helping me look for the person. We'll go back and participate in the competition first. "
"Yes!" Simon and the other two hurriedly answered.
Garon stood up and sorted out his emotions.
Ever since he had leveled up his Mammoth Secret Technique to the level of Mammoth Mastery, he did not feel anything at first. However, he gradually realized that the Mammoth Secret Technique had made his every move seem like a complete entity. The Four Major Forms of White Cloud Combat Technique, the Force Vibration technique of Mammoth Secret Technique, and the Basic Combat Technique had all merged into one entity. His every move was like a real mammoth, steady and powerful, a complete entity.
He now understood the function of the Mammoth Secret Technique. It was coordination.
It coordinated the practitioner's White Cloud Secret Technique, Explosive Fist Arts, White Cloud Combat Technique, and so on. It merged them into one and formed a natural and coherent overall force.
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