"I'm Elo from Jue Luoshou, what's your name?" The fat man had a tuft of yellow hair on his head, which didn't look like it was dyed, but was born naturally. He reached out and stroked the yellow hair and asked with a simple and honest face.
"Garon. Baiyun Gate." Garen raised his hand, posing in a four-dimensional posture, and his whole demeanor became fierce in an instant.
"I'll just stand still and let you fight, how about it?" Fat Elo said with a smile, "As long as you can hurt me, you will win."
"This idiot!" Jayt in the audience covered his eyes and couldn't bear to watch.
Boom! !
Garen moved forward, his elbow straight like a sharp arrow, piercing into the fat of the fat man's chest.
The glistening fat vibrated violently, waves of fat began to form circles from the hit site.
Elo's complexion changed, and his face turned pale.
"rush!"
Garen's face was indifferent, and he turned his power on his feet, and his whole body slammed into the fat man again.
boom!
Fatty's mountain-like body was blown away, and landed hard on the ground below the ring, kicking up a large cloud of dust.
"Let's pronounce the sentence." Garen straightened up and said calmly.
"..Okay.Okay." The referee woke up like a dream. "This match! White Cloud Gate Garon wins!!" He rang the bell vigorously, but the sound of the little bell was indeed too soft, and was directly drowned in the exclamation of everyone.
Jait stood in the corner with a serious expression.
"It seems that we still underestimated his strength. He is already qualified to challenge Biou of the Red Sand Sword. Jue Luomen is ranked seventh, and this fat man is one of the best. He was ranked eleventh in the last exchange meeting. His fat is the best defense, and his secret weapon is a powerful ring of chemical shock fat that is activated all the time, and the shock of ordinary masters has almost no effect on him."
On the other side, Long'er also turned pale.
"Then, how did he kill Fatty just now?"
"His strength, speed, and the skill of continuously concentrating on one point, combined together, directly broke through the fat circle of Mi Wu with a point of breaking, such a terrifying fighting consciousness!!" Jayt murmured and explained, " His shock, body coordination, and the most important bursting speed are much stronger than ordinary secret warriors!! I have seen the secret martial arts giant elephant secret technique of Baiyunmen, the specific effect is impossible to reach his such powerful. Could it be that he is practicing some new martial art?! Not from the Baiyun Sect?"
"No! He is indeed using the Baiyunmen Burst Fist." A quiet male voice suddenly sounded beside the two of them.
Both Jayt and Long'er were taken aback, and when they looked at it in a blink of an eye, they immediately showed respect.
"Brother!" "Hello, senior." The two hurriedly greeted each other.
Standing on the side was the one-eyed Andrela who had just come to watch the battle, the strongest contemporary disciple of the Star Ring Sect. He is also the strongest young master in the south.
He wore a black eye patch on his left eye, and his right eye was a crystal clear dark golden pupil. His long jet black hair was casually draped behind him, reaching to his waist. Gives a mysterious and gentle temperament.
"Nineteen, twenty-three, you are still a beginner, so you can't see his actual style after only a few years of practice." Andrela looked at Garen on the ring with a hint of appreciation.
"If I'm not mistaken, this Garen has practiced the secret martial arts of Baiyunmen to the highest level, what a terrifying talent! The giant elephant secret martial arts of Baiyunmen is only a third-rate secret martial arts, and many sects have similar secret martial arts training methods. I didn't expect him to be able to practice a third-rate secret martial art to this level."
"No way, does senior brother mean that this Garen's secret martial arts level is even higher than his master?" Jayt said in shock.
"I don't know, but the strength of the master of Baiyun sect is only known by the generation of masters who have fought against him, but it is only a third-rate secret martial arts, no matter how strong he is, his power is limited, so don't worry too much." Andreira Looking at Garen resting cross-legged on the stage, he shook his head regretfully. "It's a pity, if he had been encountered by our Xinghuanmen earlier, his current achievements would be unimaginable. It's a pity. Secret martial arts are limited, this is already his pinnacle."
He used two pity in a row.
Jait and Ryuuji also understood what he meant. Garen has already cultivated the secret martial arts of Baiyunmen to this level, and his body has been finalized, so it is impossible to modify other secret martial arts. Moreover, the limit of a third-rate secret martial arts is Garen's current level, and there is no way to improve it.
"Then senior brother, in your opinion, what rank should this Garen's real strength be?" Long Er asked curiously. With the strongest senior brother by her side, the shadow Garen cast on her seemed to have completely disappeared, and her whole body suddenly became much more relaxed.
"It should be about the same as the East Saint Cloth of Quicksand, probably in the fifth or sixth place. If the strength of other people doesn't change too much this year." Andreira said lightly.
"Five or six!!" The two of Jayt were shocked again, and they couldn't believe it.
Garen didn't notice Andrela in the corner of the crowd. This person seemed to have some kind of magical power, and no one around him looked at him more, as if he was completely invisible.
He breathed slowly, recovering his physical strength as soon as possible according to Mi Wu's breathing pattern. Although he just defeated the fat man in Jue Luo's hand, he still consumed a little energy. He still adjusted his state to deal with the next opponent in the best state.
It's a pity that after waiting for a long time, the next opponent didn't come either. Not only him, even the referee became a little impatient. After asking a disciple of Xinghuanmen, he found out that his next opponent was fighting hard. Apart from the field where the battle had already started, some of them were seriously injured and needed to rest healing. All Game 4 players still have to wait. The rest are the masters who have already won the fifth game. According to the rules, it is impossible to arrange a match at this time.
"Does that mean I can have some time to rest for the time being?" Garen stood up and asked in a low voice.
"Well, you have about half an hour to rest. You can do whatever you want." The referee nodded and replied respectfully. The secret martial arts world has always respected the strong, and Garen's strength has won his respect.
"Okay." Garen was about to sit down cross-legged again and adjust his body.
After sitting for a while, a disciple in black from the Star Ring Gate came up and handed over a note.
"Senior Brother Garen, there is someone outside who says he is an acquaintance of yours. Let me pass you a note."
"Acquaintance?" Garen took the note and opened it, his eyes widened suddenly.
There was only one line written on the note.
'Want to know how Ge Guo died? Come out at two o'clock in the evening, I'll wait for you outside. 'There is also a familiar tattoo rune pattern drawn below, which is exactly the pattern on the back of the hands of those psychics.
He crumpled the note into a ball. Garen narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint chill in his eyes.
"Where is the person who gave you the note?" He asked the disciple who passed the note.
"Still waiting outside." Before the man finished speaking, he saw Garen jumping off the ring and walking towards the door. The crowd of people below has no effect on him at all, he is like a moving rock, wherever he goes, the crowd will automatically separate.
After walking out of the room a few times, there was continuous noise from the room on the other side. It seemed that many people were cheering.
"Sara! Sharo! Sharo!" Wave after wave of cheers like a tidal wave, it was very lively.
Garen glanced left and right in the corridor, and suddenly saw a corner of a black cloak at the far end of the corridor.
He arched up, rushed out in a few strides, and rushed to the end of the corridor in a few strides. After a turn at the end, there was a straight black corridor with a length of tens of meters. In a matter of seconds, the shadow disappeared.
"Twenty to thirty meters in one or two seconds." Garen looked at the corridor with people coming and going, and grabbed a female disciple walking by. "Have you seen a man in a black cloak passing by just now?"
"Oh! It hurts! No! I haven't seen it before!" The girl was taken aback and replied repeatedly.
"Sorry, I hurt you." Only then did Garen realize that his hand was too strong, and quickly let go of him. "You really didn't see it?"
"No! How can anyone wear a black cloak in broad daylight?" The female disciple rubbed her shoulders and ran away as quickly as a rabbit.
Garen walked along the corridor, catching people around him and asking, but the answer was that no one had ever seen such a man in black cloak.
The other students of Baiyunmen also caught up and followed behind him.
Ke Ling wanted to go up to say hello, but Simon stopped him and shook his head slightly at her.
"Eldest brother must have something important, we will help him find it."
Except for Rimlido, who was missing, the four asked everyone they saw along the way, but none of them had ever seen a person in a black cloak appear.
Garen walked into a corridor lounge, sat slowly on a bench, and wiped the sweat and oil from his face with his hands. The note and the corner of the black cloak loomed over his heart like a heavy shadow.
There were exclamations and cheering sounds from the surrounding rooms from time to time, one after another, it was the arena where other players were competing.
The other three people from Baiyunmen were also a little tired and sat down.
"Big brother" Ke Ling looked at Garen worriedly.
"It's almost time for the next game, isn't it?" Garen raised his head and regained his usual calm. "Thank you for helping me find someone together. Let's go back to the competition first."
"Yes!" The three of Simon answered quickly.
Garen stood up and sorted out his mood.
Ever since he raised the Giant Elephant Miwu to the Giant Elephant Dacheng level, he didn't feel much at the time, but he gradually discovered some things later. His shape, as well as the giant elephant Miwu's power-shocking skills and basic fighting skills are all integrated into one. His every move seems to be a real giant elephant, calm and powerful, and integrated into one.
He now understands the role of this giant elephant secret martial arts, which is coordination.
Coordinating practitioners' Baiyun Secret Technique, Explosive Boxing Technique, Baiyun Fighting Skills, etc., integrate them into one furnace, forming a natural and coherent overall force.
(end of this chapter)