slap.. slap. slap.
In Berlin's study room, Garen tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desktop.
He looked down at Dam who was kneeling on the ground, and Hosiman who was standing respectfully beside him. The atmosphere was a little oppressive.
"You are all my proudest and most powerful disciples." Garen said in a slow but forceful tone.
Neither Dam nor Hosiman spoke. It's just that Dam's body began to tremble slightly, as if he was afraid of something.
"I taught you in order to carry forward my water bird boxing." Garen looked at Dam, "but look at what you have done? Destroy the messenger, so that I failed to convey the follow-up supplementary instructions, and almost Do something irreversible."
Garen looked very calm and gentle, as if he was chatting about what to do in the afternoon.
"If I hadn't gotten Hosiman here in time, Dum"
"It's my fault!!" Damu lowered his head fiercely, "I'm willing to bear any punishment!!"
His voice was trembling.
Everything about him comes from boxing, and Garen controls the source of his boxing. Once this source is pulled away or not supplemented every once in a while, the inhuman pain will make all the bones in his body feel itchy to the deepest part, but There is no way to scratch.
Hosiman gave him a cold look.
"Teacher, the conflict with the blood clan is inevitable. Dum killed the inheritor of the holy law, one of the five major families of the blood clan. Every inheritor of the holy law is carefully selected, which is the hope of the family. We must prepare early .”
"What's your opinion?" Garen looked at this disciple who was obviously steady and calm. He knew the guy had apparently interrogated some vampires for intel.
"Teacher, please move to the Holy Fist Palace. We have built an absolutely safe defense facility base there. Now the blood race doesn't know that you are the president of our fighting club, or they don't know that the boxing master of the fighting club refers to you. For blood families, we must also establish a sound institutional system. A loose organization cannot cope with the huge accumulation of blood families." Hosiman explained in a low voice.
"You mean, integrate our forces, Fighting Club, Nighthawk, your Baquan Club, Dum's Death Fist Club, and Quentin's forces?" Gallon understood what he meant.
This Hosiman looks cold and straightforward, but compared to Damm, he is really a deep-rooted guy.
"With the Holy Fist Palace as the core, we have integrated into a huge group. I believe that with the strength of the teacher, no matter whether it is a blood race or anything else, no one can stop us." Hosiman expressed his ambition frankly .
"Integrate the fighting power of the whole world, form a martial arts system with us as the core, and let everyone respect my Holy Fist Palace as the supreme holy place! Isn't this in line with the true meaning of you, Teacher, to spread the profound meaning of boxing?" He clearly hugged The cold and deep voice spoke, but it still gave people a strong sense of provocation.
Garen watched the disciple carefully.
"My boxing is the ancient murderous boxing. Are you sure you understand what this means?"
Integrating the entire martial arts school and achieving the world's holy land of martial arts is equivalent to creating an era. What a great deed and achievement this is!
But the bloody storm that will be brought about will also be unprecedented. This is the battle to determine the supremacy of the orthodox.
"This is the best way we can think of." Hosiman nodded. Obviously not the first day I had this idea.
Garen narrowed his eyes. He understood that Hosiman wanted him to integrate the entire force, and it was more for his own ambition. This disciple knew that he had no intention of managing these trivial matters, so he could only entrust this part of the affairs to other people manage. And Dam is not a suitable candidate to manage such a large organization, he is too cruel. Among the truly suitable people, there are actually not many options to choose from.
"This matter can be done." Garen said slowly, setting the tone. "Judging from the progress of you and Damm, the World Fighting Championship you held is very effective and successful."
"Indeed." Hosiman nodded, "So far, we have received different schools of martial arts from 246 countries around the world, and we have recorded and registered some of the key powerful schools and special schools. region, social status, own influence, economic strength, etc.
He pushed up his glasses.
"From these materials, I found that even the most powerful fighting style can't compare with the strength of my water bird boxing. Most of the fighters can't cope with the siege of firearms, and they lack actual combat experience, and many of them are just show."
Garen nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't the competition just an opportunity to weed out these useless garbage genres?"
"It's an old saying in the East." Hosiman laughed. "Finally, after the standards for our appraisal are set, there are only three major schools in the world that can truly be called martial arts schools, except us."
"Which three?"
"With us as the center, Dongji boxing in the west contains many routines and has been passed down for thousands of years. It is very valuable. The main branch countries are in China, India, Mongolia, Russia and other countries. The Saudi boxing in the south includes Many swordsmanship and kick techniques are based on quickness, and are mainly distributed in Argentina, Chile, Brazil and other countries. The east is more complicated, with a mixture of various schools. The actual combat sword school founded by Kesuo, but now it has evolved into spear swordsmanship, which is used with guns to stab swordsmanship. It is mainly divided into European countries, and its swordsmanship concept has a profound impact on the fighting of various countries. Many countries will also invite them to train special forces A master should be an instructor." Hosiman was familiar with everything, pointing out all the noteworthy end schools one by one.
"Dongji Boxing, Saudi Boxing, Moke Lock Sword School, and our own Water Bird Boxing, these are the four most famous and powerful schools in the world." Garen repeated, "Have you seen the representatives of these schools?"
"Of course, we have established a mutual communication relationship." Hosiman nodded. "In fact, there are still many schools that are very strong in actual combat, but because their representative schools are not strong enough, so we will not report them here one by one for the second batch we included. To establish the holy way of boxing, we need, It is a truly global overwhelming victory! For this, we need a lot of human and financial resources. Security measures must also be strengthened."
At this moment, Dam, who was kneeling next to Hosiman, finally broke out. The soul inducer in his body, the core of courage, was aroused by Garon. The pain to the bone marrow made him tremble all over, and he knelt on the ground , The sweat on the body soaked the whole clothes in a short while.
The muscles on his body seemed to have been air-dried, and they began to dry up slowly. It was the loss of skin moisture caused by a large amount of dehydration. It was only because of the rapid loss that this kind of frightening effect was visible to the naked eye.
Garen glanced at him.
"This is your punishment. After two days, I will lift this punishment."
Dum twitched all over and barely lowered his head.
"Thank you, teacher." He struggled to squeeze out a few words, and then he couldn't speak anymore.
"Take care of the things you cause yourself, and the affairs of the inheritors of the holy law. You have to deal with it yourself. Since you want to stand on your own, you must have the ability to take responsibility when you founded Death Water Bird Fist." Garen waved his hand, "You can out."
Only then did Dam raise his head, stood up with difficulty like a zombie, and walked out of the room. This kind of torture would continue for two days and one night, and this feeling was even more painful than being thrown into boiling oil for frying. But he is powerless to resist, this is the shortcoming of the shortcut. While gaining great strength, it also brings with it an inescapable shackle.
Garen asked Hosiman some more about the global martial arts schools.
The main circles in this world are the vampires and witches. Everything about them is the main theme of the world at this time, and it is the key to determine the direction of the world.
The martial arts circle of mortals is a completely different circle. They have no extraordinary power at all, and they purely follow the self-improvement route of relying on self-cultivation and combining modern technology. Many of the disciples were forced to join the mercenary circle because of manslaughter, and naturally they were tempered by blood and fire.
Although this circle is not strong, it is not easy to integrate.
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On the outskirts of Berlin, Nighthawk's temporary base
The base is located at the bottom of a wild countryside, and it is more than ten minutes' drive from the nearest road.
The entire base was originally a garrison training base for the German military, and was later bought by Nighthawk. After transformation, it will be used as a training base for a small number of stationed personnel.
The base is heavily guarded and surrounded by numerous guards.
Almost every few steps, there are one or two elite mercenary guards with guns. They wear uniform black soldier uniforms. Surveillance probes and infrared defense lines are everywhere in every corner of the base.
The sky regularly flies over small drones to patrol, and the various parameter sensors have no way of knowing what they rely on to sense the alert. This is also a tight protective net.
The bases are all glossy buildings of black metallic color. Within a square circle, there are black houses built one after another, and vehicles between the houses and buildings are constantly coming and going. From time to time, personnel who go out to complete tasks enter and exit the base.
Inside a medical logistics building.
In the white ward, three sparsely distributed beds were placed in the ward.
"Prito" a weak woman's voice sounded on a hospital bed. "are you OK?"
The white light from the window shone in and fell on the quilt of the white hospital bed. Under the quilt was a pale young woman with blond hair. Her eyelids were a little swollen, and she looked lifeless. At this time, he was looking sideways at the man on the other bed next to him.
"Damn it, don't you know that the men's and women's wards should be divided into two? They just threw us into one room and left us alone!"
The woman seemed to have regained some of her anger and energy, and immediately began to swear.
"Don't scold that this is the territory of that monster. If you provoke him, we will have nothing to eat." On the hospital bed next to him, the man responded weakly.
These two people are Gaia and Prieto, who were rescued from the fighting scene by Hosiman's men. Both of them are low-ranking vampires. Bad, the head is intact, and everything else will be fine. But this is also their fate. When Damu went crazy, he had to chase Aisharo and others, so he didn't have time to kill him completely. Otherwise, two more lives would not be enough for them.
(end of this chapter)