Mysterious journey

The drone of the plane echoed in the cabin. Mixed in with this was the incessant clicking sound of telegraphs.

Garen was sitting on the seat on the right side of the cabin. He wore a golden earring on his left ear. The earring was clipped directly to the earlobe, and the tip of the earring could not penetrate his skin at all. It can only be fixed this way.

He reached out and touched the earring. There was a number 9 engraved on it, which was the symbol of the ninth golden ring. While using the resources of the Golden Circle, when meeting with subordinates, the Golden Circle logo must be revealed so that the other party can recognize and obey.

The plane is not big, only big enough for a dozen people.

The plane was piloted by two men in black with golden rings. They also wore gold rings on their ears, but the numbers were different from 200.

Third senior brother Garcia was sitting next to him, and two sharpshooter bodyguards sandwiched the two people one behind the other to protect their safety.

People from Baiyun Sect, Simon Keling and other core disciples were sitting in the back. Among the core disciples, two eye-catching figures stood out.

Cynthia, an innocent girl who looks like a little girl, wears a simple T-shirt and jeans, with long hair shawl, sitting by the plane window and humming quietly. Beside her is Jack with her.

Both of them were captains of the two Manleyton leaders who were subdued by Garon in Huaishan.

During the time that Garen was away, although they did not join the martial arts gym, they often communicated with Ke Lingsaimen, and they also provided some key information.

The purpose of bringing them out this time was to protect the new core disciples of Baiyun Sect who had never seen superheated weapons.

"Second Senior Brother, do you know anything about spear skills?" Garen suddenly turned to look at Garcia. He has always had doubts about Yoda's skill with a gun.

"Marksmanship?" Garcia frowned slightly, "The Will brothers my mother found for me are all masters of marksmanship. If you have any questions, just ask them. I'm not familiar with this aspect."

He paused, "Or do you doubt that the traitor Losita will use marksmanship to deal with us?" He looked slightly gloomy.

Looking at his face, Garen knew that all his thoughts were focused on seeking revenge against his senior sister Rosita, and he would think of everything above. He didn't ask any more questions, but looked at the spear master with Yoda temperament in front of him.

This man is a dark-skinned bald man, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and looks like a professor.

"My name is Mordin Will, you can just call me Mordin."

Garen nodded, "So Mr. Modin, how did you train and reach such a high level in terms of spear skills? Don't deny it, I can see that your level is already very high."

A trace of surprise flashed in Modin's eyes, and then he smiled.

"Your vision is really good. I have just made a breakthrough recently. I feel like I have entered an inexplicable new realm. I didn't expect you to see it like this."

He thought for a moment, seeming to choose his words.

"How should I put it? Spearmanship is actually similar to martial arts, except that the defense aspect is simplified, leaving only attack and dodge. It is these two parts that we focus on training."

"Can you tell me how to train?" Garen asked with interest.

"Of course." Modding paused, "In the beginning, we practiced fixed-point shooting, which is stationary target shooting. While practicing, we must also find the firearm that suits us best. It can be a standard gun or a customized gun. Anyway, You have to be comfortable. Find a firearm that suits you, and achieve a target accuracy of more than 90% on a stationary target. This stage is what we call the first level."

"Then comes the second level. Continuously adapt to the maximum range of the firearm, and be able to maintain at least half the accuracy at the farthest distance. Shooting moving targets at the same time also requires an accuracy of more than 90%. This is the second level."

"Where's the third level?" Garen asked. Not only him, but also Keling Saimen behind him, as well as Cynthia and Jack, and several others were attracted. These things are not something that can be heard normally. This level is obviously a precisely divided level of spearmanship. Even the second senior brother heard this for the first time and showed an interested expression.

"At the third level, find what you are best at. On the basis of the previous steps, your evasion ability will be improved to the point where you have more than half the chance of avoiding the shooting of first- and second-level gunmen. At the same time, you will learn about the characteristics, advantages and disadvantages of all firearms. The trajectory of bullets, bullet marks, and the functions of various types of gunpowder are all clearly understood. You have the ability to make your own modified bullets and firearms.

At this level, firearms will become more suitable for you, and the effects will become more in line with the shooter's strengths and performance. "Modin showed a hint of pride on his face, "I belong to this class. At this level, even if faced with a hail of bullets, as long as there are no stray bullets or there are too many people, there will be no major danger. Of course, there are also strengths and weaknesses in the third level. Different types of firearms have different effects when faced with different environments, as well as the number of muzzles to dodge at the same time, their adaptability to the environment, personal perseverance, strategy, reaction speed, etc. , these are the keys to victory or defeat. "

"It's just like martial arts, right? Is there anything stronger?" Garen asked calmly.

"Indeed." Modin nodded, "The fourth level is the rumored realm. You can control multiple guns at the same time, and there are no blind spots in all directions. You can kill the enemy quickly before they shoot. At this level, you can fight in a one-on-one fight. The level of the family. The strongest among them is the eight-armed dragon king Yoda who appeared a long time ago at the pinnacle of spear skills. Legend has it that he can use spear skills to fight against fighters head-on. It is unimaginable."

"A spear master who confronts a fighter head-on is indeed very powerful." Garen nodded.

"You're not a gun player, so you don't understand." Modin shook his head, "Being able to confront a fighter head-on means that the gunner must keep up with the fighter's speed. You know, a speed-based fighter can only blink in the blink of an eye. It can span more than ten meters, but if you can't keep up with the speed, your neck will be cut off without even arranging the gun."

"In other words, that eight-armed dragon king must have at least the eyesight and reaction speed of a fighter?" Garcia said in surprise, "Isn't this too exaggerated? That Yoda is not a fighter, how did he train to fight? Family-level vision and reaction?”

"There should be a series of secret training methods." Modin shook his head and said he didn't know. "This is an example of a single person fighting against a fighter. Of course, although a fighter is strong, he cannot resist multiple hot weapons. So I suggest that you also learn some spear skills and combine them with the skills developed in martial arts. It can be many times stronger.”

For a moment, everyone fell into silence.

Garen glanced at the people around him.

"How long did it take you to practice spear skills to reach the third level?"

"It takes three years to have talent, but everyone's limits are different. The limits that everyone can reach are different." Modin said proudly. "But if you don't have talent, you will need time and ammunition. It usually takes twice as long, at least six years."

"So are there many third-level gunmen?"

"One out of a thousand."

Garen was also silent, not that the ratio was too low. On the contrary, this ratio is too high.

It only takes a plurality of level three gunmen to completely surround a non-speed fighter. And among the 1.5 million regular troops of the Federation, how many such gunmen are there? There must be fourth-level gunmen. How many fourth-level ones are there?

This is an unknown.

Only then did Garen understand why Ansara was seriously injured by the members of the assassination team.

This is the power of government.

It is conceivable that there are countless marksman masters in the federal government army alone. And what about martial arts masters? How many are there in the entire world?

No one spoke in the cabin for a while. Everyone fell into a faint sense of decadence and gloom. This is the tragedy of martial arts.

The power of firearms is so powerful. Compared with the difficult martial arts to practice, firearms are popular and powerful enough. They are also relatively easy and simple, and everyone can practice them.

The journey gradually passed in silence and reflection.

In the afternoon, it was already afternoon when the plane arrived at Hu'an West Market.

The people from Jinhuan arranged a hotel for everyone to stay. The hotel is very luxurious and even has a dedicated practice room for people to exercise.

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Bang! !

Cynthia kicked Garen, sending out a circle of white dust. Just as she was about to leave quickly, there was a snap, and her right leg was grabbed by Garen.

"If you want to practice my giant elephant's secret martial arts, the first thing you have to do is to get beaten!" Garen looked calm, grabbed her leg and gave her a shake.

Bang! !

Cynthia was violently picked up and hit against the wall on the side.

She groaned in pain and staggered back two steps after being released by Garen. He rushed forward ferociously again, flicked out the sharp knife from the sole of his foot, and kicked it up.

With a swish, the sharp knife passed by the tip of Jia Long's nose, missing it by a hair. With one kick in the air, Garcia suddenly felt something bad. Sure enough, immediately, a strong force came from the inner thigh. Her whole body flew out like a cloud and mist.

boom!

He fell directly onto the rubberized floor. He struggled to get up, but couldn't stand up anymore.

Just when she raised her head, she saw that Jack, who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack, was also lightly thrown and hit hard next to her, unable to get up again.

The two of them were covered in sweat and embarrassed, and most of their clothes were wet.

Garen slowly walked up to the two of them.

"It's progressing well. It's much stronger than at the beginning. Combined with firearms, it's still a threat to martial artists below average fighters."

Cynthia struggled to stand up, but couldn't control her body at all.

"If you let us sneak attack you, aren't you afraid that one day I will really surpass you and kill you?" She stared at Garen with a complex expression. "You are only a little older than me. If you can reach such a strong level, so can I!"

"Under the same conditions, I will not lose to anyone!" Gallon said lightly, "This is what you said at the beginning, so I promise to give you the best conditions to train yourself, and the medicine and resources are the best. If you If you can really do it, then come on. I'll be waiting for you in front. However, as long as you fail to achieve this goal for one day, you will always be mine."

"Get a good rest, it's time to leave early tomorrow morning."

He walked slowly past the two of them and left the room. The depressing atmosphere in the entire practice room gradually dissipated as he left.