"Curling, tell me the current situation in detail." He turned to look at Curling in the carriage.
"Okay!" The girl wiped the sweat off her forehead. She knew the situation was troublesome, so she didn't say much. "Now in the sect, Senior Sister betrayed us, Second Senior Brother is missing, and Third Senior Brother can't control the situation. The leader of the White Cloud Gate has always been ambitious. He might take advantage of this situation to carve up the assets of the sect. This is the trouble in the sect! Master is unconscious, and the entire Southern Twelve Gates supported each other. Now that they are paralyzed and have lost their allies, the sect must be in a mess. We need a strong person to take charge of everything. Senior Brother, you must go back and control the situation immediately. Also, our enemies won't let go of this opportunity. There will be trouble on the way! "
"Let's see how big the trouble is!" Garon's face turned cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of masked men walked out from both sides of the white road. They were tall, short, fat, and skinny, but they all wore black face masks. They had a strong martial aura.
The masked men laughed and blocked the path of the horses. A tall and skinny woman walked out with a sneer.
"Fei Baiyun, you didn't expect this day to come, did you?" Her voice was dry and hoarse. She had a young and hot body, but her voice was very unpleasant.
On the side of the road, a few people slowly appeared in the forest. They were dressed in red and white, but none of them were masked. Behind them, a dozen disciples gradually gathered. They looked like masters.
"Red Scorpion Angela went first. Good, let this woman go first." A short and fat old man with a cut nose squinted his eyes. "Now we're not the only ones watching the White Cloud Gate. Who knows how many opponents are watching the Southern Twelve Gates. This is a big fat piece of meat. If we don't act fast, we won't get anything."
"After waiting for so long, it's finally time to divide the cake. Fei Baiyun is unconscious, and there's only a young disciple left. The two pillars of the sect have also disappeared. Now the White Cloud Gate is basically defenseless. We just have to be careful of the others. "Another woman in white whispered.
"The Southern Twelve Gates have suppressed us for so many years. This time, we'll finally get rid of them!" The short and fat old man laughed. "We just have to be careful of Fei Baiyun's final counterattack."
"It doesn't matter. The Tournament Master is right behind us. He's waiting for Fei Baiyun." The woman sneered. "Our Jade Mountain Sect and the Christian Fist Sect are mainly responsible for the others."
Garon sat in the carriage and focused on the people blocking the road in front of him. His gaze then swept across the surrounding forest on both sides. Who knew how many dangers were hidden in the deep forest.
"You guys continue on your way. I'll go down and take care of it!" Garon's eyes turned cold. He didn't wait for Curling and the others to reply before jumping off the carriage.
He strode towards the black-masked woman.
"Hand over Fei Baiyu …"
Bang!
Without saying a word, Garon took a big step forward and punched out with his right fist.
The woman's movements were agile. She dodged to the side and wrapped her hands around Garon's. "I'll break your arm first!" She said fiercely. She exerted her strength, but it was as if her hands were wrapped around a steel pillar. She couldn't twist the opponent at all.
In an instant, a strong force surged and the woman was flung away like a sack. She flipped a dozen times on the ground and crashed into a tree trunk with a bang. She screamed in pain and clutched her chest tightly. Her face was pale. For a moment, she couldn't say a word.
Garon sent the female leader flying. He didn't even look at the result. He rushed towards the two machetes. The machetes broke. There was a series of cracking sounds. The three black-masked men in front of him had countless bones broken. They flew backward and lay on the ground, unable to move.
Garon's expression didn't change. He stretched out his arms in the Shot Form and grabbed two black-masked men's hair. He tore off two pieces of bloody scalp. The two men screamed and staggered backward.
Bang!
A gunshot was suddenly heard. Garon felt a slight pain in his abdomen. He looked down at his abdomen. A brass bullet bounced off his skin and fell to the ground with a 'ding'.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
"Even bullets … can't penetrate it!!" Someone said in a trembling voice. The group of black-masked men retreated in fear.
Garon kicked away a black-masked man on the right. The man's waist cracked and his spine twisted unnaturally. He rolled backward and stopped making a sound. Garon didn't even look at him. He rushed towards the black-masked woman under the tree.
He used the Step Form.
With a muffled bang, the woman's full breasts were crushed. There was a big hole in her chest. She died without making a sound. The pistol in her hand fell to the side.
Garon picked up the pistol and threw it on the carriage. He turned around and rushed into the depths of the forest.
In the forest, the short and fat old man and the woman in white were still shocked. The disciples around them formed a fan shape. They saw Garon rushing towards them expressionlessly.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Three muffled sounds were heard. Garon brutally knocked away three disciples in front of him. Those who were hit either had broken bones or exploded. Blood was everywhere. In the blink of an eye, no one dared to stand in front of Garon.
A short sword appeared in the short and fat old man's hand. He held it tightly with both hands. His palms quickly turned blue. He quickly went to Garon's side, picked up the short sword and stabbed it into his waist.
The woman in white sneered. She wore a silver spiked glove on one hand. With a hiss, she broke through the air and threw three silver fist shadows at Garon's face, chest and abdomen.
Their attacks hit Garon almost at the same time. But other than tearing his clothes, they didn't have any effect. For a moment, both of them were shocked. They quickly stepped on the ground and tried to retreat. But it was too late.
"Double Shot Form!"
Garon closed his eyes. He didn't care about the other party's attack. He flicked his ten fingers and gently slid them across the necks of the two.
With two crisp sounds, the short and fat old man and the woman in white passed by Garon.
Garon didn't even look behind him. He rushed into the depths of the forest once more.
The two people behind him stood in a daze. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from their necks. Their heads rolled off their necks. Blood gushed out. After a while, the corpses slowly fell to the ground.
The surrounding disciples stood in a daze for a moment before they suddenly screamed.
"It's a massacre!"
In the carriage, Curling and the others watched with pale faces as Garon strode forward. Everyone who came into contact with him exploded into a bloody mist like a balloon. No one could stop his advance!
Simon and the disciples of the other two sects were stunned. Some of the female disciples were frightened by the bloody scene.
"Let's get out of here quickly. We'll only be a burden if we stay here!" Simon reacted immediately. He raised his whip and lashed it hard, speeding the carriage forward.
"This level of strength … as expected of Senior Garon!" The leader of the two sects, the silver-haired youth, Rampas, also sped up. He held back his disgust as he looked at the corpses on both sides of the carriage.
"Senior Rampas? We should be safe now, right? "A petite and cute female disciple covered her mouth and asked with a pale face.
"Not necessarily. With the protection of Senior Garon from White Cloud Gate, we might be fine for the first part of the journey. But after that, we have to return to our own sects. As the eldest senior, you have to bring your own people back to the sects to preside over the situation. Now the Southern Twelve Gates are in chaos. Master is also seriously injured and needs to rest to recover. "Rampas looked at the White Cloud Gate disciples in the carriage in front of him. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Garon sprinted towards two tall and thin figures in the forest. One of them was a middle-aged man in a tight black leather suit. Two black scimitars were clasped in his arms. The word "Bo Wu" was printed on the right side of his chest.
The other person looked old. He wore loose black clothes and held a short white stick in one hand. Seeing Garon rushing over, the shock on his face had not yet subsided.
"White Cloud Gate Garon! The strongest of the Southern Twelve Gates! I'd like to see how much stamina you have! "The old man retreated, and the middle-aged man in black immediately stepped forward.
Chi chi chi! Three consecutive scimitars stabbed towards Garon's face. Two of them were aimed directly at his eyes.
The black-clothed man's expression was cold. Like a black shadow, he stabbed out three times at the instant he was about to collide with Garon. At the same time, his right knee rushed forward, and a black kneepad with spikes popped out from his knee. It went straight for Garon's lower abdomen, where he had been shot.
"Chain Swing Form!"
Garon's upper body turned like a spinning top. He raised his straight arms like a propeller, slamming the scimitars away and chopping towards his opponent's neck.
This rotation also avoided the attack of the knee spikes.
Pa pa!
The two scimitars were sent flying. The black-clothed man's strength was extraordinary. He only took a step back, and his expression didn't change as he grabbed towards Garon's eyes.
"Hehe!" Garon didn't care and threw a punch, exchanging blows with his opponent.
Pa. Garon closed his eyes. He only felt that his eyelids were as hard as iron, forcibly blocking the opponent's fingers.
Clang!!
When his fist hit the opponent's body, there was a metallic sound, as if there was something hard blocking his fist.
Garon sneered and suddenly increased his strength.
Bang! Pu!
After a muffled sound of something heavy, he immediately heard the middle-aged man spit out blood.
He opened his eyes and saw that his opponent had been punched into a tree trunk. A piece of metal armor on his chest had been punched through, and his chest cavity had also been punched through. Even the tree trunk behind him had a bloody dent in it.
Without any hesitation, Garon turned and pounced towards the other person.
"Kane!! Even the armor was punched through!! How is this possible?! "
The old man held the short stick, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He raised one arm, and the short stick suddenly turned into several stick shadows, covering Garon's upper body.
But whether it was strength or speed, he was far inferior to the black-clothed man. Obviously, he was old and weak, and couldn't do as he wished.
Garon rushed forward, raised his fist and punched directly at the man's chest.
Chi!
A silver light flashed in front of him, stopping him from rushing forward.
Garon stood still and narrowed his eyes.
"You again?"
Behind a tree trunk, Tenstar Ni slowly walked out with a smile on his face and a silver rapier in his hand.
"You can't kill him. He is the president of the Fighting Association, and our ally of the Celestial Circle Gate. "
"Don't you think the Celestial Circle Gate is interfering too much?" Garon's face turned cold, and said in a low voice.
"That's our business. Do you want to try my swordsmanship?" Tenstar Ni's eyes darkened, and he stared at Garon's neck. Traces of an inexplicable aura were faintly emitted from his body.
Garon instantly felt a trace of threat.
"Celestial Circle Gate …" He suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned to leave. There were still juniors in the sect to take care of, and he couldn't afford to waste time here with this person. Until now, he hadn't used his true Secret Technique Muscle Expansion, because he wanted to preserve his strength to deal with the danger later. The real threat wasn't just that.
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