After leaving the arena, Garen rushed along the black corridor towards the arena of the Baiyunmen students.
A medical team in white in the corridor rushed into the arena, carried Benjamin on the stretcher, and then quickly passed by Garen.
He glanced at Benjamin on the stretcher.
"First victory." He murmured under his breath.
Walking along the corridor and through several corners and rest rooms, Gallen quickly came to a small room with few people.
Gently push the door open, inside is the same layout as the previous one.
On the ring, Ke Ling was leaning against the platform pillar panting, his whole body was weak, fine red blood spots were splashed all over his face and body. Her opponent was a slender young man with a cold demeanor, without any trace of fighting.
It can be seen that Ke Ling can hold on for a while. Although he is at a disadvantage, it is not clear whether he will win or lose in a short time.
Garen didn't stop, but just glanced at Ke Ling lightly, letting her see him too, then turned around decisively and walked towards the others' arena.
Next, he walked around the arenas of the other students.
Simon won easily. When he met a very ordinary opponent, Mi Wu relied on his explosive speed and was completely restrained by him.
Carrie and people are inseparable.
The last Rimlido.
Garen slowly walked into the arena.
Rimlido on the ring stood silently, just in time to knock his opponent to the ground with a punch. He had no expression on his face, and there was a faintly weird aura about him.
His opponent was a short young boy with scars all over his body. He had been knocked to the ground countless times, but this time he still managed to get up slowly and with difficulty.
"Do you want to continue?" Rimlido said indifferently. He was wearing a pair of black snares, and his elbows were bent like two sharp awls. "If you continue like this, you will die."
Boom!
He shot like lightning, hitting the young boy's chest hard, and sent him flying towards the ring rope.
"I admit defeat!!" The young man struggled to utter a few words, tilted his head, and passed out immediately.
"It's boring." Rimlido said lightly, and after the referee announced the victory, he turned over from the ring. Walk up to Gallon. "Eldest brother, why are you here?"
Garen frowned slightly. He felt an inexplicable aura from this Rimlido, which was a bit similar to that of the elder sister.
"Your fighting skills... are passed down by the elder sister?"
"Yes." Rimlido nodded lightly.
For some reason, a trace of worry suddenly flashed in Garen's heart. Patting Rimlido on the shoulder lightly, he didn't say much. "Go to the next game."
Rimli nodded and followed Garen out, leaving the somewhat deserted arena behind.
The two of them went out and separated in two directions. Garen directly followed the room number and quickly found his next venue, No. 17.
As soon as he walked into the corridor where the room was located, he saw that the door was already full of people, most of them were young students in tight yellow clothing, and he didn't know which sect they were from.
Garen frowned, and walked forward slowly.
Snapped.
The first strong man he touched unconsciously shook his body, and automatically avoided to give up his position. followed by the second, the third
A series of people, whoever was encountered by Garen, would automatically give way, and even they themselves felt baffled and didn't know why they gave way.
Garen slowly walked into the room from the middle, as if parting the sea to reveal a solitary aisle, very conspicuous.
In the room, the two star ring door Jayt and the crying girl are already here. A look of surprise flashed across Jayt's face when he saw the people around him automatically avoiding him when he entered the door.
"Long'er, did you see that? This is a shock that can only be mastered by a real master!! This guy is so strong!" Jayt showed shock in his eyes.
"Shock?" The girl on the side still had tears on her face, waiting for Garen bitterly, but she was stunned when she heard her senior's voice. "He can actually master Zhen?! Brother, didn't you see it? Zhen is the threshold that only the top ten strong can master!"
"Stop talking, mastering Zhen, you are already qualified to become a top ten contender! Watch this game carefully!" Jait pulled Long Er back to an inconspicuous corner in a low voice. He was afraid of Long Er for a while. The son was made to cry by Garen again.
Garen walked in from the crowd, his strong and tall body was unusually well-proportioned, his steps were calm, and there was no trace of nervousness about the upcoming competition on his face.
"You bastard!! How dare you squeeze my uncle!!" A bearded and strong man in black roared loudly and pushed Garen.
Snapped.
He pressed his hands on Garen's body without pushing at all, and was suddenly stunned.
Clap!
He pushed twice more, but there was no response at all, as if he had hit a high wall, and he couldn't shake it at all.
"The weak can only win by this method?" Gallon looked down at the bearded man in front of him, and waved his hand casually.
Boom!
The strong man was slapped against the side wall like a fly, rolled his eyes, and passed out immediately.
Wow! !
There was an uproar in the audience, everyone pushed back like a god of plague, not daring to get too close to Garen.
"So strong!"
"Mugent was dealt with in one go!"
"Is this guy from the Baiyun Sect? Unexpectedly, there is such a strong guy in the Southern Twelve Sect!"
Garen didn't even look at the others, and threw a thin needle in his hand, which was the assassination tool that the bearded man had just grabbed by him. Walking directly to the edge of the ring, he asked the stunned Xinghuanmen referee disciple.
"Where is my opponent? Not yet?"
"Uh, you just solved it." Garen stared at him, and the referee broke out in a cold sweat.
Garen was stunned, glanced at the bearded man leaning against the wall who had fainted, and shook his head slightly.
"Where are you going next?"
"...You don't need to move in the next match, the opponent will come over." The referee quickly explained. "Your winning time is the shortest. From now on, the winning time will be used to determine the main venue, and the shorter one will be used as the home court."
Garen nodded, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to rest.
Following his silence, the whole room suddenly fell into a slight discussion. None of the more than twenty people in the room dared to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing Garen accidentally. Everyone talked to their companions in low voices, and from time to time looked at Garen who was sitting cross-legged by the ring with awe.
Jait and the girl Ryuji were also affected by the atmosphere, and their voices became even lower.
"The masters who have mastered Zhen never imagined that Baiyunmen, one of the twelve southern sects, would have such a master. I thought this time it would be the same as before, and the Southern Twelve Gates Alliance would still be eliminated. I didn't expect this to happen. Garen."
Long'er shrank behind his senior brother, as if he was afraid that Garen would see him.
"Senior brother, is this Garen the strongest person in the Southern Twelve Gates Alliance?"
"Perhaps, if you don't count the disciples who started the master, then I'm afraid he is the strongest. The Southern Twelve Sects were originally an alliance of many weak and small sects to form a powerful force to resist the sects and increase their own influence. Among them Most of the sects are not much different, and now that Garen suddenly appears, I am afraid there will be problems with the balance of the sect. But this is not something we should consider." Jayt analyzed slowly. "I've seen the strongest disciples of the other eleven sects, but they're nothing compared to them. This Garen is indeed the strongest man in the Southern Twelve Sects!"
"The strongest man in the Southern Twelve Gates?"
For the first time, Long'er's clear pink eyes clearly reflected Garen's figure sitting cross-legged.
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Garen's reputation was spread by many spectators when he defeated Humu Gent in one fell swoop.
Mu Gente is an elite strongman of the Wanxiang Sect. He broke into the top fifteen last time and was the strongest core of the Nantwelve Sect. He was hit by a wall by Garen and knocked unconscious.
This incident caused a sensation among the onlookers in all the arenas.
For a while, the Southern Twelve Sect disciples, who had been unable to hold their heads up because of their low rankings, felt a little elated. They have always swallowed their anger in front of slightly stronger sects, and they dare not say more when encountering things. They can only be at a disadvantage. party. It is because there are no strong brothers and sisters behind them to support them, and it is impossible for the master to intervene in the conflicts at the disciple level. After all, they also have stronger teachers.
It is only natural for the weak to prey on the strong, so the disciples of the entire Southern Twelve Sects have become accustomed to this kind of suppression.
Now that Garen stood out from the crowd, he immediately gave hope to all the disciples of the Southern Twelve Sect. They could easily defeat the top fifteen strongmen, and maybe they could reach the top ten this time!
"Senior Brother Garen from the White Cloud Gate is the strongest man in our Southern Twelve Gate! I heard that he easily defeated Benjamin from the Holy Fist Gate!"
"Where are the disciples of the other twelve sects?" "They were all eliminated."
"Now it's up to Senior Brother Garen!"
In the room of the arena, more and more disciples from the Southern Twelve Sect squeezed in, and the arena was packed to the brim with a sea of people.
The voices of the students were noisy, and these disciples who had been suppressed for too long seemed to see hope, and they all rushed over to watch Garen's game.
Garen slowly opened his eyes and looked at a disciple not far ahead.
"Did you just say that all the rest of the Baiyunmen were eliminated?"
The disciple nodded nervously.
"Yes, senior brother, seventy or eighty people have already been eliminated. Except for you, the rest of the Baiyun Sect failed to enter the third round.
"That is to say, am I the only one left?" Gallon didn't have any surprises. He looked towards the door from a distance, where Ke Ling and Simon were crowding in to protect Jiali.
At this moment, a fat man covered in fat slowly climbed up the ring. He was wearing a white vest, and the thick white fat filled the vest to the full, like stuffing a big balloon.
The fat man seemed to be chewing something, swallowed with a grunt, and looked at Garen who was under the ring.
"Are you from the South Twelve Gates? Good luck."
Garen stood up, turned onto the ring and stood still.
The referee rang the bell.
"Game start!"
(end of this chapter)