This level of coordination was already very strong, and any further improvement would only be a slight improvement. He already understood that Explosive Fist Arts, White Cloud Secret Arts, and White Cloud Combat Arts were all basic parts, just like the four limbs of the Mammoth. Practicing these martial arts was to cultivate the four limbs of the Mammoth. The stronger these were, the better the foundation, and the stronger the final effect of the Mammoth Secret Technique.
The function of the Mammoth Secret Technique was to combine all of these together to form a real giant white elephant. Different people would form different Mammoths with different characteristics. This was related to physical fitness, the level of Explosive Fist Arts, and White Cloud Secret Arts.
Garon's White Cloud Secret Arts had reached an unprecedented level. His Explosive Fist Arts had also reached the intermediate level, and his White Cloud Combat Arts had also reached the intermediate level. In addition to his shamelessly strong physical fitness, which was beyond the limits of a normal person's body. When all of these were combined, the Secret Technique formed a terrifying and abnormal super level.
This was only a third-rate Secret Technique, but he had used his strange abilities to cultivate it to a level that no one could understand.
Other people from the White Cloud Gate would never practice Secret Techniques with such a strong foundation. Basically, they would start practicing the other skills after they had a good foundation. After all, Explosive Fist Arts and White Cloud Secret Arts were martial arts that required a lot of time. If they were to practice Secret Techniques after they had mastered them, they would not be able to do it even if they were forty years old. Even the most talented ones could only reach the intermediate level in Explosive Fist Arts and White Cloud Combat Arts. White Cloud Secret Arts were at most intermediate level, not even advanced. It was too far away from Garon's unprecedented level of mastery.
No one knew what kind of changes would occur when the White Cloud Secret Arts were combined into the Mammoth Secret Technique. White Cloud Secret Arts was like the heart of the Mammoth, controlling the strength and explosive power of the whole body.
Garon did not know what level he had reached. He only knew that he was stronger than before. Stronger than when he went to the Golden Hoop gathering!
He followed the original path back to the previous arena.
"Where is Master now?" He asked as he walked.
"After the next round, it will be the finals. The top ten will be decided, and Master will be watching." Curling explained simply. "He should be with the other Dojo Masters now."
Garon nodded and said no more. The incident with the note made his heart heavy. He did not know who passed the note to him, but …
A cold glint flashed across Garon's face as he increased his speed. Along the way, all the disciples of the Southern Twelve Gates would respectfully make way for him.
"I heard that Senior Brother Garon has been rated as the number one person below the top ten! And it was Senior Brother Andrela who personally evaluated it! "
"Senior Brother Garon and Senior Brother Tenstar Ni from the Celestial Circle Gate have been called the most promising Senior Brothers to enter the top ten."
"The next match is the finals. Hurry up and get a seat!"
Along the way, the students' whispers could be heard from time to time. Garon turned a deaf ear to him, but the other three gradually showed a trace of pride on their faces.
The White Cloud Gate had never had such an honor before. As a small third-rate sect, their techniques were limited. Even if they had extremely talented disciples, they had never rushed to this level. Every disciple could participate at most three times in a row, and there was also an age limit. Big Senior Sister and Second Senior Brother had long surpassed the limit. When they participated, they were far from reaching this level of evaluation.
Now that Garon had reached it, the three of them walked with their chests held high, no longer the same as before.
After passing through several corridors, Garon strode into the original arena room. In the crowded arena, there was already someone waiting for him in the white arena.
It was a well-muscled man with a broom hairstyle. His hands were wrapped in white bandages, and he had an unruly look on his face. His upper body was bare, and he wore white shorts. Only his right foot was wearing a shoe, which looked very strange.
Garon subconsciously looked at his feet.
The man carefully moved his right foot away. It was not a shoe, but a black pattern that resembled a shoe. In fact, his feet were bare.
"Senior Brother Garon, please come to the arena," the referee said loudly.
The arena quickly quieted down, and the onlookers made a path for Garon and the other three to pass. Most people looked at him expectantly, and only a small number of people looked at him impolitely.
Garon strode to the edge of the arena and stood up.
"Ironfist Society, Carlos." The bandaged man put one hand in front of him and the other hand at his waist, and took a horse stance. He put on a dignified posture.
"White Cloud Gate, Garon." Garon glanced at his opponent, and did not even take a fist stance. He turned to look at the referee and asked, "Can we start?"
"Start!" The referee decisively rang the bell and quickly got off the arena. What a joke, a fight at this level could already be called a master. A referee like him would be accidentally injured if he was not careful.
As soon as he finished speaking, Carlos fiercely swung his fist, drawing an arc and hitting Garon's right face.
The distance of a few meters between the two of them was actually covered by him in a single step. His fist was like a scythe as it pierced towards Garen's right face. Due to the extreme speed, all that could be seen was a flash of a shadow that was curved and sharp like a scythe blade.
"What a fast speed!" Garon felt a chill in his heart. He only had time to raise his elbow, and he could almost feel the skin on his face being blown by the wind from the fist.
Bang!
The two people's fists and elbows collided. Garon blocked with his right hand, and his left hand suddenly grabbed his opponent's face. His arm shot out like a spring, using the standard Shot Form. The explosive force brought a whoosh of wind.
Pa!
Another crisp sound, and the two people's attacks were all blocked.
Then, with less than half a meter between the two people, Carlos' spike-like elbow attacked Garon like a storm. His vital parts were blocked, and the rest of his body hit his muscles, and after a violent vibration, there was no effect, except for a slight redness on his skin.
The sounds like raindrops were abnormally dense.
Carlos' face became gloomier. Garon's Body Hardening Technique was so strong that even his vibration could not penetrate it. It only caused a slight redness on his skin, which was something he did not expect.
However, at this level of the arena, there were naturally no weaklings. He was already mentally prepared.
"Sudden Kick!" Carlos suddenly roared. His right foot shot up with a whoosh, and went straight for Garon's chin. It turned into a gray shadow, and its speed was unbelievably fast.
Bang!
Garon did not have time to react. He took the kick directly, and his head was slightly raised. But he laughed grimly and ignored it. His right arm took the opportunity to grab his opponent's shoulder. His foot tripped under Carlos' feet.
With a muffled bang, Carlos was directly pressed down on the arena.
Garen didn't hesitate at all as he smashed his elbow downwards.
With a bang, a small cement pit appeared on the arena.
Carlos turned over to avoid the attack, rolled a few meters to the side, and stood up again. He looked at the cement pit on the ground with lingering fear. This kind of arena was made of special high-strength cement. Although it cost a lot to make, it was also very hard. It was almost ten times harder than normal cement. But now, it was shattered so easily by Garen's strength.
"If I didn't dodge the second move just now …" He suddenly coughed softly, and a mouthful of phlegm went up his throat. His back felt like it was being pricked by needles.
He turned his face and spat out the phlegm. It was completely bloody red phlegm, and it stuck to the arena floor with a smack.
"Strong enough!" Once he got excited, Carlos' accent suddenly became strange and curly. He did not know where his accent came from.
"You're not bad too." Garon laughed softly, and temporarily put aside the worry in his heart. "Again!"
He kicked his feet, and with his elbow pointed, his whole body rushed over like a drill.
His left elbow combined with the Charging Form, plus the impact of the Stepping Form, the combination of the Four Forms was the real change after he obtained the Secret Technique.
This was the same move he used to kill the fatty just now.
When he rushed in front of Carlos, his opponent laughed and suddenly bent down to kick Garon's lower body.
Bang!
Carlos accurately kicked Garon's calf, but his expression immediately changed. He wanted to roll away, but it was too late.
His opponent's calf was like an iron wall, and this was the result of the huge difference in strength. His kick did not cause any damage to his opponent at all, not even a scratch!
What a joke! Usually, the power of this kick was enough to kick through two sandbags side by side!
He saw Garon holding his hands together, and his elbow suddenly fell down, like a mountain pressing down.
It was too late!
Carlos did not hesitate, and his heart hardened.
"Sudden Kick!"
He kicked up with both his legs, and the tip of his feet were like sharp thorns, piercing towards Garon's chest and abdomen.
Boom!
The two of them collided violently, and the entire arena shook violently.
The entire arena suddenly fell silent.
Garon slowly got up, and looked at Carlos who was vomiting blood below.
"No matter how fast you are, or how fast your rhythm is, I just need to hit you once."
The referee hurriedly went on stage to ring the bell.
"White Cloud Gate, Garon wins!!"
Boom!!
There was a burst of loud cheers from below the stage, and the entire arena was noisy. Most of the disciples of the Southern Twelve Gates were unusually excited.
Garon shook his head, and watched as the medical staff came up to carry the seriously injured Carlos down. He looked down at his chest, where two red dots were clearly visible, and his skin was faintly swollen.
"As expected of an expert who mastered Tremor. His lethality is much stronger than the average person. If he was a little stronger, he could have broken through my defense."
"The next round is the finals, which is the open-air arena outside. It starts tomorrow morning, "the referee said carefully. The referee said carefully, "Today's preliminaries have ended. Tomorrow will be the finals to determine the top ten."
"In other words, I can go back and rest now?" Garon asked.
"Yes."
Garon jumped down from the arena. His white clothes had become tattered, and Carlos's two kicks had directly torn his clothes to shreds. He simply tore off his clothes and walked out of the room naked.
"Senior brother, it's finally the finals!" Curling, Carrie, and the rest were unusually excited.
"At such a crucial moment, where did Rimrido go again?!" Simon complained softly.
"That guy is not here yet?" Garon frowned, "Forget it, let's not bother about him. You guys go back and rest, I'll take a shower first."
"Yes, senior brother!" the three of them immediately answered respectfully. Now, Garon's image in their hearts was no longer the usual high and mighty figure.
Garon nodded, and walked to the left side of the corridor alone. From time to time, the disciples of the Southern Twelve Gates would look at him with reverence, and make way for him.
He had defeated Carlos of the Ironfist Club once again, and his reputation had reached an unusually conspicuous level. The Ironfist Club was ranked ninth, but Carlos was indeed in the top ten last time. Now that he was defeated, Garon had stepped on him to climb up.
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