As the four arms crossed, a shockwave spread out with a loud bang. A large amount of dust and debris on the clothes on the arms were shaken and scattered everywhere.
Garon and Anjay Terin clashed fiercely. Their four arms collided with each other, and the sound of metal clashing could be heard.
He did not use any other techniques. Just by using his arms, Garen was able to suppress Anjay Terin within a few seconds. He used only one arm to block his opponent's attacks. Occasionally, he would be able to deflect his opponent's attacks.
His other arm pierced through the gap between them, and his palm landed on Anjay Terin's body.
Bam!
Anjay Terin's chest was hit, and his face turned pale. He took a few steps back and looked at the First Seat in front of him. For a moment, he did not know what to say. His face turned red and white, and the arena fell silent.
Indistinctly, Anjay Terin felt that this new First Seat, Nonosiva's martial arts were just as flawless as his own. More importantly, there was an indescribable sense of oppression in his movements and attacks. This feeling was not the same as the bloodthirsty killing intent of the top ranked experts, but more like … an indescribable sense of fear.
"To be able to reach this level at this age … I have underestimated you." Anjay Terin clutched his chest, his face pale.
"You are already very good." Garon shook his head slightly. "Shall we continue?"
"I …" Anjay Terin wanted to continue, but was interrupted by another voice.
"Let me do it, Anjay."
Not far away, a young man with long black hair flipped onto the arena. He took off his black jacket and threw it to his companion behind him.
"Bailey?" Anjay Terin was silent for a moment. He did not say anything else, and chose to leave the arena himself. Before he left, he whispered something to Garon. "Be careful, that guy is ranked seventh. He has a bad temper."
Garon nodded, accepting the other's kindness. He looked at the man on the stage opposite him. This guy named Bailey seemed to be surrounded by a black fog, giving people a strange illusion.
"Ranked seventh … seems a little different." He felt that the other party's willpower did not seem to belong to just one person, but to two people.
"Level 3 Willpower. To be able to use it to this extent, it is all because of your strong body. " There seemed to be something in Bailey's eyes that could see through everything. Faint white light spots were flickering in his eyes.
Garon's heart trembled, but he didn't say anything. He just quietly looked at the other party.
"Your physical fitness is very terrifying. If you didn't soak in the strengthening liquid, then you might have undergone genetic modification. But it doesn't matter. "Bailey smiled." It doesn't matter. Although Vitality can increase the body's resistance and speed, pure Willpower suppression is the way to go. "
"Pure Willpower suppression?" Garon raised his guard slightly. He wasn't familiar with the true Willpower Secret Skill, so he could only pay attention to his surroundings at all times. His opponent was a powerhouse ranked seventh. In the entire Blackboard Academy, the people who practiced the Crouched Eagle Talon were all at the top of the pyramid. Judging from his age and aura, it was obvious that he wasn't a rookie who had never fought before. Such an opponent was enough to be treated as a real enemy.
"Since we are both geniuses of the Eagle's Nest, let me give you some pointers." Before the last word could fade away, Bailey suddenly swung his right arm. His arm was like a sharp knife, cutting through the air. There was even a faint fishy smell. The shadow of a black arm formed in the air, grabbing at Garon like a black snake.
The area that was affected by the shadow of the arm showed signs of corrosion, showing that the shadow was terrifyingly poisonous. The alloy ground was also instantly corroded. If it was human skin, it would probably rot and die in an instant.
"It's poisonous!" Garon frowned slightly. He took a few steps back at lightning speed, avoiding the shadow's attack. However, the area within a few meters of his opponent was completely covered by poisonous gas. There was no way he could enter.
Bailey stood on the training ground like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, making it impossible for anyone to attack him.
Bam!
Another shadow of an arm hit the ground behind Garon. Although he dodged it, there was still some black smoke that surrounded him. The strange thing was that the black smoke seemed to have its own consciousness. It crawled towards Garon's skin and was immediately dispersed by him with a light shake.
One of them attacked while the other retreated. Unknowingly, Garon was completely suppressed.
He was actually suppressed by his opponent's Willpower secret skill without letting go of the restrictions on his body. This caused Garen to look forward to it even more. He had randomly encountered a fellow who was ranked seventh, yet he did not even need a Mech to unleash such an actual combat ability. This truly demonstrated the terrifying extent of Willpower support.
A Mech Pilot with strong Willpower, even without a Mech, was equivalent to a top-notch master with strong inner energy. It would be easy for him to deal with a normal person. The development of his own cells had already reached a very high level.
Thinking of this, Garon slightly let go of the restrictions he placed on himself. In the end, these people's Willpower was stronger than his, but their physical fitness was not much higher than the average person. For example, Bailey, who was standing in front of him, had a quality of 1.2 or 1.3 at most, which was only slightly stronger than the average adult. Judging from his reaction speed and the strength of his movements, it also showed that the training of Willpower seemed to be effective only when he was blessed. Without the blessing, he would still have the quality of an ordinary person.
Garon understood the difference between Willpower and Secret Technique. Without saying much, he stepped forward and used his palm as a knife, slashing forward.
Woo!!
With a sharp whistle, his palm suddenly fanned out a shapeless airflow, blowing away the poisonous smoke in front of him. Taking advantage of the time when the poisonous smoke was dispersed, he suddenly rushed forward and punched Bailey who was inside.
"Poison Pool!" Bailey opened his mouth and the Willpower in his body suddenly surged. It was not Level Four Willpower, but Level Five!!
The strong Willpower blew in all directions, forming a shapeless shockwave of force field, which hit Garon who was rushing forward.
Boom!!
He flew backwards, his legs leaving long black marks on the ground. Only when the soles of his leather shoes were worn out did he slowly come to a stop.
His Willpower wrapped around Garen's body to protect him from the other party's Willpower Poison Smoke. However, Garen also felt a tearing pain in his head at this moment. It was obvious that his Willpower was injured and he needed to rest.
The difference between a Level Five and a Level Three was too big. If it was not for Garon's strong body, he would have fallen to the ground and could not get up.
Standing quietly in the same place, Garon could hear the praises coming from outside the arena. They were all praising Bailey's terrifying Poison Technique, but there were also praises for himself. He had just joined the Eagle's Nest, and as the new First Seat, he was able to exchange so many blows with the Seventh Seat.
Garon suppressed his strong physical fitness and only used an average of one point to fight, but he did not expect that even with his strong Secret Technique combat experience, he would not be able to do anything to his opponent. Instead, he was hurt by the Willpower. This was obviously caused by his lack of familiarity with his opponent's moves. The last wave of Willpower was an unavoidable attack. It spread in all directions and he could only take it head-on.
Squinting his eyes, Garon simulated a situation where he let go of his physical fitness. The result was that they would be evenly matched and both sides would be hurt. His opponent's Poison Technique was very strong, but he could still take the Poison Technique head-on and injure his opponent.
This made Garon even more excited. He was now close to the peak of the Secret Technique World, but he was still suppressed by a pilot without a Mech. Although he did not have the powerful Divine Statue Technique, he could only reach this level with his rich combat experience and realm. What kind of terrifying strength would the pilots who were at a higher level have?
However, his physical fitness was still weak, only three times. He had not recovered to the peak level of his previous world, let alone the peak level of the Totem World. This result was normal.
Garon was shocked, but he did not know that Bailey was even more shocked on the other side.
"This guy … This guy is a monster!!" Bailey's expression did not change, but his heart was in turmoil.
"My physical fitness is the best among the Level Five pilots! My reflexes, physical strength, speed, and skills have all been strengthened by a special strengthening liquid. Even my genetic modification has been irradiated several times, so I have already surpassed the average person. I can unleash 100% of my potential! Even those specially trained military experts are no match for me! "
Bailey's heart was in turmoil.
"Only those martial artists who focus on martial arts and combat can surpass me in terms of physical fitness! This newbie actually … "Bailey's pursuit of physical fitness was something that many veteran Level Fives could not achieve.
Pilots rarely focused too much on training their own bodies because their strength came from their mecha. No matter how strong their bodies were, when faced with even the weakest mecha, they would still be able to kill them all the same. Instead of this, it was better to invest their energy into the training and improvement of the Mech.
This also led to everyone pursuing the cultivation path of Willpower. As for physical fitness, Bailey's level was already considered very strong.
He, Bailey, had participated in the Blackboard Region Combat Competition several times, and had won two gold medals and one silver medal! He had also taken part in the combat training of a few generals' sons. He had also climbed out from between life and death.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Bailey cleared his throat.
"How many years have you been practicing combat?"
The two of them did not fight at this time, they were just staring at each other. Suddenly hearing the opponent's question, Garon knew that both parties had no intention of continuing.
"Very early, why are you asking this?"
This opponent's reflexes were faster than Anjay Terin's, and he was familiar with close combat, choosing the right time to unleash his Willpower. He was a good opponent.
The white light in Bailey's eyes slowly lit up again, carefully scanning Garon, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
"You're going down the wrong path … No matter how strong your body is, you can't win against a Mech. A pilot needs to walk the path of Willpower. An overly strong body will waste time and energy, resulting in a lack of focus. You could have walked higher and faster. "
"My Willpower is already fast enough …" Garon shook his head slightly.
Bailey exhaled.
"It's meaningless. No matter how strong your physical fitness is, you can be on par with me now, but believe it or not, after piloting a Mech, I only need one move to kill you. "He pointed his index finger and said calmly.
Garon's heart skipped a beat. His sharp five senses could clearly sense that his opponent's words were very honest, without any intention of joking or humiliating. Instead, they were filled with sincerity.
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