"Yes, Senior Brother Simon, we must go back immediately! Split up and leave! " A disciple of the Southern Twelve Gates said with an ugly expression. "My master asked me to pass on a message."
"What message?" Simon looked up at him and asked hurriedly.
"Someone might be using extreme measures! Master asked you to be careful. At this time, you can only look out for yourselves. " After the disciple finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left. Only then did Simon notice that the disciple was actually carrying a black backpack.
Simon's mind was in a mess.
Senior Sister Rosetta had betrayed the Southern Twelve Gates, Second Senior Brother's fate was unknown, and now Master was injured and unable to move. Senior Brother Garon, who was leading the team, was also missing.
"If only Senior Brother Garon was here!!" He roared fiercely.
Suddenly, a few figures walked out from the entrance not far away. The one leading them was a tall and strong young man. He was dressed in white and his eyes were deep red.
"It's Senior Brother Garon!!"
"Senior Brother Garon is here!"
"Senior Brother Garon!"
All the disciples of the Southern Twelve Gates reacted as if they had seen their backbone. Their surprised voices spread from far to near and quickly spread to the entire Southern Twelve Gates.
"Master!!" As soon as Garon entered the arena, he saw Fei Baiyun, who was half-lying on the chair. His expression changed and he hurriedly ran over and squatted beside Fei Baiyun.
"Master! How are you? Where are you hurt?! "
"Let's go! Take everyone and leave this place! "Fei Baiyun finally let out a sigh of relief when he saw Garen.
Garon checked Fei Baiyun's breathing and pulse. It was normal and his injuries were not serious. He was only temporarily unable to speak because of the shock to his head. He immediately let out a sigh of relief.
"Is this Senior Brother Garon, the so-called strongest of the Southern Twelve Gates?" The green-haired young man on the stage suddenly shouted. "Looks like everyone from the Southern Twelve Gates has placed their hopes on you. Do you dare to come up and fight?"
Garon stood up and scanned the entire arena.
The remaining disciples of the Southern Twelve Gates were all staring at him, including Mu Gente, who was defeated by him, and some of the Gate Masters who were still conscious.
With a cold snort, Garon moved his shoulders and jumped onto the stage.
"You're the one who's seeking death." His expression was ferocious, and his eyes turned even redder.
The pressure from the previous crushing defeat was like a deflated balloon, fiercely spurting out.
"You talk big!" The green-haired young man sneered. He leaned forward and rushed to Garon.
Bang bang bang bang!!
In just a few seconds, the two of them had exchanged more than ten blows. The sound of elbows and fists colliding could be heard incessantly.
Bang!
The green-haired youth's complexion turned pale. He was forced to retreat a few steps. He clutched his chest, unable to catch his breath for a long time.
Garon leaped back in an instant. His entire body came to a standstill. He spread out his five fingers and formed a ball in the air. His entire body quickly condensed a manic heat flow, which was caused by the rapid temperature of his skin.
His eyes grew redder and redder, and the sound of his nostrils breathing faintly sounded like the trumpeting of an elephant. It was like a suppressed bomb.
"Not good!!" Below the stage, a green-haired middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically. His figure flashed as he rushed towards Garon.
The faces of the Sect Masters and Sect Masters in the surrounding seats also turned solemn.
The Gate Masters of Celestial Circle Gate and Crimson Sand Sword leaned forward slightly. Their faces were filled with shock.
Suddenly, the Gate Master of Crimson Sand Sword thought of something.
"This is …!!!" He who was calm a moment ago, could not close his mouth at this moment.
Boom!!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the stage. With a tearing sound, countless pieces of clothes flew in all directions.
Garon's muscles fiercely expanded. He stood where the green-haired man was like an ancient giant beast. Just his huge body of more than two meters gave off a terrifying pressure. He looked at the green-haired master and disciple coldly.
"The disciple is dying. Is the master here?"
The green-haired middle-aged man carried his disciple who had fainted. His face was pale. He was forced back more than ten steps. His clothes were torn and tattered. For a moment, he could not catch his breath and speak.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground in exhaustion.
"Good, good, good! Garon of White Cloud Gate, I will remember this palm strike. I will repay you in the future!! " He laughed bitterly. With his disciple in his arms, he disappeared into the crowd in an instant. He was as light as a swallow in the rain.
Garon glanced at the audience coldly. He turned around and jumped off the stage.
"Pack your things and leave this place immediately!"
"Yes! Senior Brother! "
Curling and the other three responded in unison. One of them supported Simon. Garon carried his master and left quickly. His injuries had not healed. If he continued fighting, he would definitely be seriously injured and unable to leave. Otherwise, he would definitely try to make the master and disciple stay on the spot.
Just as he walked through the exit, Garon could not hold it in anymore. A mouthful of blood came out from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother!!" Curling and the others panicked. They immediately wanted to help him up. However, Garon raised his hand and stopped them.
"Leave now! If the news in the sect is true, we might be in danger! We can't stay here for long. "Garon strode forward quickly.
The four of them quickly followed. There were more than ten disciples of other sects behind them.
"Why are you following us?!" Garon turned around and asked in a low voice.
"We … we are going back in the same direction as you! I hope Senior Brother Garon can protect us! "A young man with short silver hair suddenly stood up and begged helplessly. Some of the disciples behind him were supporting two unconscious old men. They looked as miserable as White Cloud Gate.
"Then follow me!" Garon knew that one more person would not make much difference. He might as well do this favor.
"My name is Rampas! I am their representative! "The silver-haired young man quickly introduced.
Garon just nodded and did not speak.
The group quickly packed their things and rented a car from Celestial Circle Gate. However, they were rejected. The other party remained neutral and did not want to get involved in this matter.
In the parking lot, Garon was dressed in white. More than ten people stood together and stared at the people of Celestial Circle Gate who were guarding the car in front of them.
These people of Celestial Circle Gate were led by a handsome man with blue hair. He was dressed in black and his arms were exposed. There was a black cross on his right arm.
"I am Tenstar Ni. The sect master has ordered that no one is allowed to rent a car. Please go back." The man crossed his arms and said lazily.
"We were invited by you to participate in the exchange. Now that we are in trouble, you don't even want to rent a car to us … You … You!!" Curling was so angry that he could barely speak.
"I am also following my master's orders. Not only you, but all the other sect masters of the Southern Twelve Gates are not allowed to rent a car. Do you think you are the only one? Senior Brother has already gone to the other side. "Tenstar Ni put down his hands and raised his right arm. "With Senior Brother here, even the sect masters of small sects like you can't do it. Just give up. Isn't it better to walk back? "
The Celestial Circle Gate disciples behind him were all expressionless. They were well-trained. Hearing this, they slowly put down their right hand and moved their fingers. A murderous aura slowly spread out.
Garen stared at Tenstar Ni coldly. He could feel that Tenstar Ni's aura was almost the same as his. They were on par with each other. If they really fought, it would depend on their condition and luck.
This was also the reason why Tenstar Ni wasn't very arrogant from the beginning. They were the strongest forces on both sides, and they were both afraid of each other. Having just reached this level, Garen could already vaguely judge the opponent's level of strength from their subtle movements, words and actions, as well as their body movements. He could feel the threatening aura from Tenstar Ni, a threat to himself!
"Good! Very good! Celestial Circle Gate, I will remember it! " Garon turned and left. Although he had absolute confidence in his strength, this was the territory of Celestial Circle Gate. It was not a wise choice to start a conflict with them.
Most importantly, he was still injured.
"This challenge is definitely premeditated. It's premeditated against the Southern Twelve Gates!" Simon held his broken arm and said fiercely. "Why didn't they challenge anyone else but us Southern Twelve Gates! The Twelve Gate Masters are either unconscious or injured. Not many of them still have their strength. Obviously, someone wants to overthrow us Twelve Gates! "
The group quickly walked out of the parking lot. They directly left the car.
Tenstar Ni let out a sigh of relief. He stared at Garon's back as he left.
"He actually mastered the third-rate Mammoth Secret Technique to this level …" He recalled the scene in the arena. "It can't be wrong … That is indeed …"
Garon and the others quickly walked towards the exit.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. The Twelve Gates can't even take care of themselves. Curling just said that all the sects have serious internal problems. Is that true?" Garon asked as he led the way.
"It's true!" Simon nodded fiercely. "It's obvious that this is a conspiracy against us. They even bribed Celestial Circle Gate. Maybe they have some secret agreement! Senior Brother, we must be careful! "
"No matter how careful we are, we can only rely on our strength!"
As soon as Garon and the others walked out of the parking lot, they saw a group of Southern Twelve Gates' other Gate Masters walking out from the left side of the parking lot. A middle-aged man and woman walked in front, arranging the other disciples behind them. Everyone was led by them.
They saw them too. They nodded slightly at Garon and led the way to the left.
"That's the direction of the Army's garrison. Looks like they have connections with the Army! Senior Brother, should we follow them? "Curling asked softly.
Garon raised his head and looked up. On the upper floor, the other Gate Masters were standing there and looking at them. Among them were the Cross Sword Layton couple who were close to him. He had been wondering why they did not appear after he participated in the competition. Now it seemed like they had gotten the news in advance and left.
"If they had the strength to help us, they would definitely do us a favor. Now that they have left on their own, they obviously have no confidence. Let's go! We'll go back the way we came and take the train back. I want to see what they're going to do to us! "Garon snorted and walked towards the right side of the road.
The white cement road was wide enough for four carriages to drive side by side. The group followed Garon to where the carriages were parked in front of Celestial Circle Gate.
Black and white horses puffed out white gas from time to time as they stomped their hooves. They were tied to the trunk of a big tree on the side.
Garen walked directly to the side of the largest double-row carriage. He pulled the rope tied to the carriage and pulled it lightly. The rope instantly broke.
"Get in!"
More than ten people jumped into the carriages without hesitation.
Garon found a large carriage from the back and got the rest of the people to get in.
"This is our carriage! What are you doing! "A voice came from the entrance of Celestial Circle Gate.
Garon did not care and asked the disciple who could drive the carriage to pick up the whip. The two carriages quickly turned the corner and jogged towards the path they came from, leaving the sound behind.
Garon sat at the driver's seat and squinted his eyes, feeling the actual state of his body.
Ever since his Secret Technique entered the Explosive Level, he was not sure what level his strength was at. The only thing he knew was that he was very strong! Much stronger than before!
In the center of his chest, there seemed to be a blood ball that was constantly spinning. It kept spurting out a large amount of heat that circulated around his limbs. The heat was like countless streams that flowed through his body and automatically entered the blood ball. It was a cycle that was endless.
The injuries in his body had not healed yet. Just now, he had clashed with the green-haired middle-aged man. The specialty of the Mammoth Secret Technique was that it had an extremely strong explosive force. However, once it encountered a tough opponent of similar strength or even stronger, this explosive force would turn into a rebound force and hurt itself.
Garon's injuries that were originally much better were now slightly worse.
"But it doesn't matter." Strangely, the blood ball in his chest was slowly healing the injuries in his body like attribute points. "At this speed, it will be completely stabilized in half an hour. My strength will not be affected."
Garon thought to himself.
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