There was also an uproar in the venue, Serena screamed and chased out the door. A large group of Hulala people chased out and surrounded Quentin on the ground.
Quentin's face turned pale on the grass, and he wanted to get up, but he couldn't support his body.
There was no fracture, it was just a bifurcation. Garen's strikes were very measured, just a small punishment for her offensive position and vicious shots.
Garen shrugged, and walked towards the door indifferently under the hostile eyes of everyone.
"You're a bit over the top." A strong figure stood in front of him.
It was one of the two coaches who were still exercising just now.
With a big golden back and head raised high, this is a white man with tense muscles all over his arms and thighs, with a short beard and eyes like knives, staring at Garen.
"I'm the coach of the club, you can call me William." The man stretched out his hand towards Garen and ticked off.
Boom! !
A crisp sound like an explosion suddenly exploded.
Garen and the man collided fiercely with their arms, and his figure appeared in front of the man at some point. The four arms overlapped between the two, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the entity, only four phantoms were constantly intertwined.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
Every time there was a sound, the man's complexion became paler.
Crack! !
A wall was severely punched into a dent, and the man's head was covered with sweat. When he felt the punch passing by the side of his face just now, half of his face was numb. Before he had time to think about it, another attack like a terrifying storm rushed in, making him back again and again, and he might be overwhelmed and knocked down at any time.
"The speed is good and the rhythm is okay."
Garen's voice spread steadily, causing Quentin Serena and the others to swallow.
"It's just that under the same speed and strength, it's still very weak."
With the last bang.
Suddenly.
The Caucasian man's legs clicked, and he sank into the reddish wooden planks laid on the ground. He raised his arms high, blocking a big hand that was flattening down above him.
His face turned pale at first, and then quickly became congested with blood, turning red all over.
Crack! !
The man sank so deeply that the parts below his knees sank into the floor.
All the students were dead silent.
The storm-like sparring just now made everyone realize what is called the fierceness and violence of fighting.
This is fighting! This is blood! !
At this moment, everyone watched Garen hitting the coach into the ground with one hand and pinning him to the ground, and their hearts surged with excitement.
"Abandon weakness, abandon hesitation, fear and fear, these are rubbish." Garen pursed his lips and glanced around, "When fighting, there is only one thing to do, and that is to kill the opponent."
There was silence on the field, no one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing.
Each boy's eyes were red, and the passion in his body was ignited by Garen. This is fighting! This is real fighting! fight!
The kind of violently attacking opponents with cold eyes, strength, speed, collision without hesitation, and terrifying suppression. This is the ultimate goal that countless fans have been yearning for! !
Looking at the emotionally ignited students around him with satisfaction, Garen withdrew his hands and stood up straight.
He just planted a seed in everyone's heart, and then let the reputation spread among ordinary people, and then there will naturally be extreme people who are interested in fighting and fighting.
In fact, he was just on a whim. This world is too boring. Except for witches and vampires, there is nothing worth noting among ordinary people. Maybe we can find some good seeds among ordinary people.
As for how to solve the problems of strength improvement time and loyalty, he already has some shortcut ideas.
If it succeeds, it may be able to establish a group of powerful human teams under its own control in a short period of time.
After glancing at the excited crowd, Garen smiled at Serena, strode out of the venue, and quickly disappeared on the lawn.
As the high-achieving students of Garyville University, it is enough to find a few seeds among them. They have qualifications, strength, and brains. Such talents are most suitable to become the core of the team.
As for the manpower for actual combat, this needs to be resolved by Nighthawk.
But there is no rush yet, and the idea needs to be carefully verified.
After Garen left, the venue of the Fighting Club remained silent for a long time.
Hundreds of people gathered here, but there was only the sound of heavy breathing. Another coach stepped forward and pulled the white coach out of the floor. Only then did everyone realize that the white coach had lost his strength and fell limp on the ground, dripping with sweat. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"That young man is simply a lion!! A golden lion!!" There was a strong look of fear in his eyes. "I feel like if I don't pay attention, he will kill me! Really Jim! He will definitely kill me!! Did you see the look in his eyes! It's like looking at a dead person! I'm sure he must have killed someone !"
He lowered his head and combed his hair with his hands and fingers, trembling all over.
"When I collided with him, I could only see a piece of gold in front of my eyes, which was the most conspicuous color on his body, and I couldn't see anything else. The sound of the impact was like a roar, and I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't tell the difference at all. Heart, really."
Coach Jim hugged him and slapped him hard on the back.
"I don't think he's suitable to be a coach anymore." He tactfully said to Quentin and the others.
Quentin was silent for a while.
"President!"
"The president is here!"
Someone shouted from behind.
A burly black boy strode into the arena, his face also showing a hint of shock.
"I've seen it all."
"This year's rookie" Quentin turned around and looked at the black man with a wry smile.
"Give him the position of president." The black boy thought for a while, "Anyway, it's just a title, and it doesn't matter. According to the rules, only the most powerful person in the club can be the president, but now since the company..." He didn't say Go on, but the meaning behind it is obvious.
The two coaches are actually powerful professional existences whose strength exceeds that of the students. Not to mention ordinary members, even the president himself may not be able to beat the two coaches.
"The two coaches go to rest first." Behind the black boy came out a gentleman boy wearing glasses, dressed in exquisite white casual clothes and very slim.
"Give him the position of president." The boy nodded in agreement with the black man's proposal, "The vice president of our four elite groups will not have any objections. As long as he is the strongest person, no matter if he is a newcomer, It’s fine as an old member.”
Serena nodded slightly. Garen showed mercy to her sister, which made her feel a little fond of her. It seemed that Quentin had fallen badly, but in fact it was just a sidekick, and the rest were not hurt at all.
In fact, the main skeleton of the fighting club is the leaders of their five elite groups. The five of them were originally not strong enough, but they also loved fighting. The small amount of money, as well as the small amount of prize money from the competition, is not enough for such a large fighting club.
All kinds of equipment, various activities, training organized from time to time, outing welfare travel and so on, all of these expenses are a big expense for a fighting club with a large number of people.
Now I feel confident in my strength, and I want to compete for the position of president, but a perverted newcomer appears in the end.
Under Garen's intervention, the few people who were planning to duel to choose the president lost their mood.
Later, when the two team leaders arrived, they were dubious when they heard about this matter, but they temporarily let go of their thoughts about holding the competition for the president.
The five team leaders are all characters behind their families, and they are all fanatics who love fighting. Otherwise, they would not spend so much money every year to join the club.
After all arrived at this time, they all began to discuss about the newcomer Garen.
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Time flies by.
In a flash, more than two weeks passed.
The freshmen began to get acquainted with the heavy rhythm of studies, and gradually had a little free time for free activities, so the activities of various clubs began enthusiastically.
Some clubs hold parties, some have dances, some have underground parties whose names are completely unknown, and there are also role-playing games, and life suddenly begins to gradually become chaotic.
Some students moved out of the dormitory and openly rented a room with their girlfriends.
But this is only a small part, and most freshmen are still trying to adjust their schedules.
Heavy assignments and papers were repeatedly called back by professors and tutors to redo. Some even often go to bed at two or three in the middle of the night, and have to get up at five or six in the middle of the day.
This was the case with Gallon's roommate Alexander. Because he failed the thesis, he was sent back to redo two consecutive subjects. He was in pain and hadn't slept for five hours for three consecutive days.
If the thesis is unqualified, the usual grades will be in danger. Maybe you will have to fail this class. If the credits are too poor, it will be even more tiring to make up later. And the most important point is that the students of Garyville, as long as they fail more than two subjects, they have to pack their bags and go home.
Not to mention that as a top student in the original school, any student who enters Garyville has his own pride and self-esteem in his heart.
While basking in the sun on the balcony, while drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, Garen glanced at the rabbit-eyed Alexander, shook his head and sighed. This is the sorrow of students in top schools. There are not a few freshmen like Alexander. Many of them are not suitable for the cursive script taught by the professor, or they are not suitable for the curriculum for other reasons. They will always encounter such problems.
Such pressure is undoubtedly enormous.
When I saw that the roommates in the same dormitory had finished everything one by one, I was the only one left who was still struggling. That kind of mood, that kind of thought that everyone is equal, suddenly there is a huge gap because of the thesis assignment. It is undoubtedly a terrible blow to the self-esteem of the freshmen
Is it true that I am not as smart as them? Otherwise why are they all done and I'm still so slow? The original self-confidence will be crushed by such questions if you don't pay attention.
This is just an ordinary paper that is usually graded, if it is a big paper or a model for the final assessment.
(end of this chapter)