Under the guidance of the waiter, Garon returned to his residence arranged by the sect. Entering his own room, he took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom.
He closed the door and gently turned on the showerhead.
Splash.
The cold water rushed out first. Soon, the temperature of the water warmed up and the bathroom was slowly filled with white mist.
Garen stood under the stream of water, allowing the warm water to pour down on his shoulders. His tight muscles and skin gradually relaxed under the warm water. The hot water poured on his back and flowed down to his feet, washing away most of his sweat and stains.
He wiped his face with both hands. He began to recall the process of the previous competition. The four opponents had different strengths and weaknesses. The strongest was the last Carlos from the Iron Fist Society. His strength was about the same as the ninth Golden Hoop.
"Now that I think about it … Carlos' style was similar to Big Senior Sister's. They both focused on killing. Although he was slightly weaker than Big Senior Sister now, it wasn't that big of a difference. "Garon compared the level of Big Senior Sister who trained with him in his memory and evaluated carefully.
Ever since he obtained the Secret Technique, he wasn't sure how much his strength had increased to. He had to have a clear comparison.
"Big Senior Sister probably wasn't at her full strength when she trained with me. According to some of the daily details, she should be slightly stronger than Carlos. When I go back, I can spar with Big Senior Sister and see how much my strength has improved. But why didn't Big Senior Sister and the others come to the ranking competition? If they came, White Cloud Gate wouldn't be ranked too low. "
Garon kept recalling the movements and strength of Second Senior Brother and Big Senior Sister and some of the details of their training.
After he obtained the Secret Technique, his vision was completely different. His strength and martial arts were coordinated and integrated together, to the point where he could naturally combine moves. When he looked at his previous opponents, he was naturally at a different level and could see more things.
"Big Senior Sister should be at the same level as Carlos. Second Senior Brother is slightly weaker. Third Senior Brother should be at the same level as the guy from Holy Fist Gate in the first round. This guy is too lazy …" Speaking of Third Senior Brother Garcia, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. Practicing martial arts once every three days was considered diligent. No matter how good his talent was, it was impossible for him to achieve anything by wasting his talent like this.
Lowering his head, Garon gently clenched his fists. After going through a few matches, Garon could clearly feel how powerful he had become. There was no specific increase in strength or speed, but only in the aspect of martial arts. The Four Great Forms could be used at will, and it had already become a natural instinct. Every move he made could be easily integrated with the strength of his entire body.
Although the Strength points on his Attribute Pane had not changed, Garon could feel that his true Strength was more than twice as strong as before. Who knows, he might even be able to reach 500 pounds of explosive force. If he added the impact run-up, even he couldn't imagine it.
"I'm afraid it could reach half a ton …" Garon raised his head, allowing his hair to be drenched by the hot water. "Unfortunately, it seems like this is the limit of the White Cloud Gate Secret Technique … I can still go further, but the Secret Technique has already reached its peak."
Dong dong dong.
"Garon, are you there?" Fei Baiyun's voice came from outside the door.
"Yes, Master," Garon quickly replied. "She's taking a bath! I'll be out soon. "
He quickly turned off the water, dried his body, hurriedly put on his underwear and shorts, and pushed the door open.
He opened the door with a click. Fei Baiyun was standing at the door, dressed in black silk clothes. He wore a black round hat and a pair of small sunglasses. His mustache gave off a strange feeling.
He walked into the room and sat down. Fei Baiyun stared at the disciple who sat down after closing the door.
"Garon, I was just chatting with an old friend when I heard about you winning the preliminaries and entering the finals. This time, you've really earned me a lot of face! " A hint of joy appeared on his face. "I didn't expect your strength to increase so quickly after obtaining the Secret Technique! This kind of talent … It seems like I should have chosen you as my last disciple! "
"Well done!" Fei Baiyun patted Garon's shoulder hard. "When we get back, I'll satisfy you whatever you want!"
"Master, you're too kind." Garon was a little embarrassed by his teacher's praise.
"I know very well whether you're overpraising me or not. No one would have thought that you could reach this level in a year's time. Your Mammoth Secret Technique should have reached the Mammoth level, right? "Fei Baiyun lowered his voice and asked.
Garon nodded. There was nothing to hide. The Mammoth Secret Technique was purely based on comprehension and talent. It was different from the White Cloud Secret Technique and Explosive Fist Arts. Those were basic skills that required hard work.
"As expected …" The more Fei Baiyun looked at Garon, the more he liked him. He could no longer hold back his smile in order to maintain his dignity as a teacher. His old face was about to burst into a smile. "You didn't get hurt in the competition, did you?"
"No …" Garon answered honestly.
Fei Baiyun stood up, looked at his disciple Garon, and shook his head slightly. "I didn't expect that the last disciple I accepted in my old age would be such a talented little guy like you. Looks like the heavens didn't forsake my White Cloud Gate …"
He hesitated, looked at the confused Garon, and finally made up his mind. He reached into his inner pocket and took out a dark purple round iron box and gently opened it.
The iron box was only the size of a palm, and there was a small black box inside. Fei Baiyun opened it gently.
On the innermost piece of black silk, there was a square piece of black paste-like substance. It was square in shape. It looked unremarkable.
Fei Baiyun looked at it and sighed.
"Here, eat this." He put the thing in front of Garon.
"What is this?"
Garon stared curiously at the square paste. It looked a bit like hard black toothpaste.
"Why do you care so much? I won't hurt you! Eat it! "Fei Baiyun urged impatiently.
"Oh …" Garon picked up the square and put it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, it tasted sweet and sour, similar to the skin of a fruit. Once he swallowed it, from his mouth to his throat, all the way to his stomach, all the way to his esophagus, he felt a cool and refreshing sensation.
"Alright, rest well. Do well in the finals tomorrow!" Fei Baiyun cleared his throat, patted Garon's shoulder and said as if nothing had happened. "I'll go out first. Take care to adjust your condition."
"Yes, master." Garon nodded respectfully.
Fei Baiyun nodded satisfactorily and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.
Not far away from Garon's room, he slowly turned around and looked at the closed door.
"Blood Moistening Pill … This kind of miracle medicine is more useful for young people. Don't disappoint me … Garon … "
He turned around and walked down the corridor, quickly disappearing around the corner. For a moment, his back seemed to have aged a lot.
On the other side of the corridor in Garon's room, two old men slowly walked out. One of them had a red beard, while the other had a pale face with wrinkles and age spots all over his skin.
"Fei Baiyun actually gave the Blood Moistening Pill to that kid … That's his life's work. He almost lost his life several times just to gather all the ingredients. A pill that can cure hidden injuries, prolong life, and prepare for the next stage of the White Cloud Gate. He actually gave it to such a young kid … "The red bearded old man sighed. He recalled Fei Baiyun's back and shook his head slightly. "Without the Blood Moistening Pill, Old Man Fei won't live for long."
"Half of his life's work and accumulation was all bet on a disciple. Old Man Fei is really …" The other old man didn't know what to say.
"Life is like this. Things are unpredictable. Let's go. The matter with the Eastern Saint Robe is still waiting. We have to settle it quickly. This kid doesn't let us live peacefully at all. He's a troublemaker wherever he goes! "The red bearded old man sighed and turned to leave.
The pale old man looked at Garon's room door. He didn't know why, but he sighed and turned to leave.
In the room, Garon looked at the attribute and skill pane at the bottom of his vision in shock. It was slowly but surely changing.
In the skill pane, under the Mammoth Secret Technique column, the words "Mastery" slowly blurred and turned into two new words: Explosion. However, the words were slightly translucent, as if they weren't fully condensed yet.
"What's going on?" Garon was shocked. He immediately thought of the peel-like thing that his master gave him. "Could it be some secret medicine? What kind of secret medicine would have such a strong effect? "
The two words "Explosion" behind the Mammoth Secret Technique floated slowly. It looked very unstable. It seemed like it wouldn't be completed in a short period of time.
Garon didn't know what would happen. He planned to observe for a while. This meant that the change wasn't complete yet. Perhaps it would be completely stable later.
After going out for dinner, he gave some instructions to the others. Then, he returned to his room and changed his clothes when the sky turned dark. Garon asked the waiter directly as he walked out of the Celestial Circle Gate area.
After walking around the Celestial Circle Gate area, he walked to a deserted forest.
Garon finally saw a figure in a black cloak standing in the shadows of the forest. The person's back was facing him quietly.
"You're the one who sent me the note?" Based on his confidence in his own strength, Garon walked forward and asked loudly.
Whoosh!
The person ran into the depths of the forest without saying a word.
"Don't even think about running!" Garon snorted and followed closely.
The bushes and trees brushed past them. The two of them ran madly in the dark forest, one in front and one behind. He didn't manage to catch up to the person.
Soon, the two of them rushed out of the forest. When they reached the end of the forest, they saw a huge yellow stone wall in front of them.
Four skulls were strangely carved on the stone wall. The four heads were side by side. The wind whistled faintly from their black eye sockets and mouths. Each of the skulls was more than ten meters tall. It was a spectacular sight.
The empty space under the stone wall required them to cross a wooden suspension bridge. From one end of the forest to the other, they had to walk on the suspension bridge.
The person in black rushed up without hesitation. Garon followed and quickly rushed across the suspension bridge. The bottomless black abyss below kept on surging with cold air. As the suspension bridge swayed, the two of them stopped on the yellow ground under the skeleton stone wall.
"Who are you?" Garon stared at the person in black.
The person in black slowly turned around, revealing a handsome and cold man's face. His skin was very white, almost without a trace of blood. A few strands of long black hair could be vaguely seen from the side of the cloak.
"Garon Lombard. My stupid brother's disciple … "
"Who are you!!" Garon squinted his eyes. A chill flashed in his eyes. "Do you know how Old Man Gregor died?"
"How did he die?" The man calmly looked at Garon. "I killed him with my own hands."
"Then die!!" Garon's eyes widened. A hole suddenly appeared under his feet. He fiercely pounced forward. Behind him, there was a faint explosion that sounded like the trumpeting of an elephant.
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