"I don't think there has ever been a martial artist who would practice multiple Secret Techniques at the same time like me, right? A Secret Technique takes years to practice, and Secret Techniques are still martial arts. If you don't practice for a long time, you'll forget about it and degenerate. It's like rowing a boat against the current. If you don't practice for a day, you'll degenerate for three days. If it wasn't for my special ability that could solidify the effects of my body's training, I probably wouldn't have been able to practice other Secret Techniques like this. "
"The adaptability of the body is like this …" He raised his head and looked past the eaves at the starry night sky.
A crescent moon hung quietly in the dark sky, sprinkling a veil-like moonlight.
"I shouldn't go home for now, in case something happens later on." Garon decided to stay in the dojo. The news of his return was not spread. Only a small number of people knew about it.
He exhaled softly.
The corridor in front of the Martial Arts Library was dark and quiet.
He walked slowly along the corridor. After a few steps, he suddenly saw a figure sitting on his right.
He walked closer to take a closer look.
"Ge Reese?" Garon said in surprise.
The figure was Ge Reese, who was wearing a professional secretary's suit. Her slender legs were wrapped in thick stockings. Her whole body was curled into a ball, as if she was very cold.
Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes in a daze and looked at Garon in front of her.
"Garon, you're out …" She said weakly. She slowly tried to stand up, but her legs went numb. She lost her balance and almost fell.
Garon hugged her. He felt that this woman's body was soft as if she had no bones. Her body temperature was hot.
Ge Reese also fell into his arms weakly.
"Why are you waiting here?" Garon asked softly. "Manuyllton's information gathering ability is quite fast. You know I just came back. When did you come?"
"This afternoon …" Ge Reese's voice was getting weaker.
Garon reached out and touched her forehead. It was very hot.
"You have a fever. There are doctors and nurses at Master's place. I'll take you there. It shouldn't be a big problem. "
He picked up Ge Reese and strode towards the room where his master was resting.
The dojo was quiet and there was no sound. There were no signs of lights along the way. The huge dojo was empty and deserted.
After walking for a short distance, the master's room appeared faintly in the corner ahead. A nurse in white walked out of the room while drinking a basin of water.
The faint yellow light in the room faintly seeped through the crack of the door, and she could see Simon dozing off beside the bed.
Garon walked over with Ge Reese in his arms and asked in a low voice.
"Nurse, can I trouble you to find some fever and cold medicine for my friend?"
"No problem." The nurse was a civilian girl with small freckles on her face. She agreed readily and decisively. "But don't enter the room yet. The patient inside hasn't recovered yet. He might catch a cold."
"Alright."
"Put me down!" Ge Reese struggled in Garon's arms. Her legs kept kicking, and her face was red. She was obviously a little dazed from the fever.
Garon shook his head speechlessly. He stood at the door and waited for a while. The nurse found another nurse and the two of them arranged for Ge Reese to stay in a ward next door. Garon was finally free and walked into his master's room.
Simon was still drooling and dozing off. His head was tilted to one side as he sat on the chair.
The sound of Garen gently closing the door did not even wake him up.
He walked past and patted his shoulder lightly.
"Ugh … Ugh …" Simon quickly swallowed the saliva at the side of his mouth. "Eldest … Eldest Senior Brother!" He was shocked when he saw Garon walk in. He quickly stood up.
"Your arm is still in a cast. Why aren't you resting?! Go to your room and rest! "Garon said in a low voice with a straight face.
"But Dojo Master …" Simon said hesitantly.
"I'll take care of this," Garon said in a low voice. "Has Master ever woken up?"
Simon's face darkened. "No, he hasn't woken up even once … He's been like this ever since he came back from the Celestial Circle Gate."
"I thought he wasn't seriously injured? What happened?! "Garon frowned.
"I don't know. The doctor said that Dojo Master's body wasn't seriously injured. I just don't know why he's in a coma," Simon replied in a low voice. "Will Dojo Master be okay? Eldest Senior Brother. "A hint of worry appeared on his face.
"He won't … I'm still here, aren't I?" Garon patted his shoulder. "Go and rest. I'll take care of this place."
"Actually, I haven't been here for long. Curling was the one taking care of this place just now." Simon smiled embarrassedly.
"Actually, you don't have to stay here with us," Garon suddenly said in a low voice. "You're just normal students …"
"You don't have to say that! Eldest Senior Brother, we've already decided to stay in the dojo. No matter what the outcome is, the dojo has given us too much. This is my and Curling's choice. Jiali is different from us. She has her parents and brother at home, so we advised her to go back first. Eldest Senior Brother, you won't blame us, right? "Simon calmed down and said frankly.
"Of course not," Garon didn't know what to say. "Actually, you don't have to go to this extent …"
"That's enough, Eldest Senior Brother," Simon smiled. "Curling and I don't have anything to worry about. It was Dojo Master who nurtured us. Alright, I'll go back and rest. I'll leave this place to you. "
"Okay, you go first." Garon could only nod.
He watched as Simon slowly left the room and closed the door behind him.
Garon was silent for a moment.
Compared to Eldest Senior Sister Rosetta, these normal core students were more like Master Fei Baiyun's disciples. When the dojo was in danger, they didn't choose to escape. Instead, they chose to stay with the dojo.
In a situation where almost half of the dojo was gone, only in times like this could the people who were truly trustworthy be revealed.
Garon silently sat in Simon's chair and looked at his master on the sickbed.
"Master, although the dojo is facing an unprecedented crisis, there are still some disciples who are worthy of my protection. This is your fortune, and ours. "
Although he had only joined the dojo for a year, he felt a kinship with Fei Baiyun. Fei Baiyun had spent a lot of effort to nurture him. No matter what, he had arranged everything for him. Even the matter of Manuyllton Corporation was covered by him.
This time, Ge Reese came alone. The bodyguards and Cynthia from before were nowhere to be seen. Obviously, they had all been recalled by the company when they saw that the situation wasn't good. When the wall falls, the monkeys scatter. This was natural.
"If we can get through this crisis, you won't object to me taking Curling and Simon as my true disciples, right?" He finished his sentence and let out a long sigh. He closed his eyes and rested quietly.
Fei Baiyun was still sleeping on the bed. His breathing was faint, and Lou Cheng wasn't sure if he heard it.
*****
Due to the rules of secret techniques, only direct disciples could be taught. This was the basic rule of secret techniques.
Fei Baiyun had already announced that he would no longer take in disciples, so Garon decided to do it himself. Originally, the best candidate was Second Senior Brother Farak. However, Farak was out hunting Eldest Senior Sister Rosetta, so there was no news yet.
Although Garon was confident in his Second Senior Brother's strength, he was still worried that there might be external interference.
All along, Second Senior Brother and Eldest Senior Sister's strength were on par. However, Second Senior Brother had always been giving way to Eldest Senior Sister. His strength was too violent, so he didn't dare to go all out. Therefore, he often lost to Eldest Senior Sister Rosetta. However, a real life and death battle was different.
Moreover, when martial artists of the same level fought, it depended on their condition.
Garon sat in his master's room until dawn. He waited until a nurse came in before he got up and started practicing secret techniques again.
After walking around the main dojo, he roughly understood the situation of the dojo.
Because of the sect's rebellion, most of the core students had left. The rest of the students were temporarily on leave and went home. All the branches were deserted except for the gatekeepers. Only Curling and Simon were left in the main dojo.
Currently, only the core students knew the details of the sect's crisis. Most of the other students didn't know. Based on their trust in the reputation of the White Cloud Gate's Master, Fei Baiyun, most of them thought that everything would return to normal after some time. They didn't think that the situation would be so serious.
The main dojo that could accommodate thousands of people was now left with less than ten people.
Other than Garon, Curling, and Simon, there were only a few normal staff members who had worked in the dojo for many years.
Garon walked slowly in the main dojo. There was no one around, only the cold air and broken traces.
Garon left the dojo and settled his breakfast at a nearby snack bar. He ordered breakfast for the rest of the people in the dojo and asked the waiter to send it in. He then returned to the second floor of the dojo. He started to practice the beginner's secret technique, Iron Body.
Iron Body was one step away from the final stage and required external assistance.
There was a small room on the second floor of the dojo. There were many heavy iron balls and mallets hanging there for training resistance.
This was also because the White Cloud Gate required such an environment to practice the Explosive Fist Arts.
He stood naked in the middle of dozens of iron balls. Each of these iron balls was the size of a human head, and Garen had even added spikes to them.
The black iron balls were like a group of sea urchins, surrounding Garon in the middle.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He started to breathe according to the secret technique of Iron Body.
After a full breath, he pushed the iron balls around him.
Clang clang clang … A series of banging sounds were heard.
Then came the sound of the iron balls and spikes hitting Garon's body. It was the same clanging sound as if they were hitting a metal block.
Garon's skin started to darken, showing a hard gray luster.
Countless iron balls swayed back and forth, hitting his body again and again. Then they were bounced off by him and hit back with an even stronger force.
Each iron ball weighed dozens of pounds. Including the recoil, it was estimated to be hundreds of pounds. Also, with the spikes, the area of impact was greatly reduced, and the pressure on the skin per unit area was even greater.
Garon felt his whole body tingling and itching. He had the urge to reach out and scratch. He knew that this was normal.
He trained until noon, eating, resting, and training. He kept repeating this process.
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