Mysterious journey

Bang! !

Garen slapped Jamie on the shoulder, sending him flying and rolling out, and he fell heavily on the grass not far away.

"too weak."

He shook his head and glanced at the five people lying on the ground in front of him.

"Is this a week's progress?"

The disappointment on his face was palpable.

horrible

Quentin tried hard to support himself to stand up, but his legs kept shaking as if they were cramping.

The figure standing in the center of the field is like a demon, invincible!

They didn't know how many times they killed him, but each time the result was the same. Pain and convulsive tremors became synonymous with Gallon's image.

Even Dam, who was the most numb, lowered his head and did not dare to look into Garen's eyes.

"Do you think this is training?" Garen's voice came. "Of course, this is indeed training, but I hope you will attack me with the intention of killing me."

"It's just normal training, is it necessary to do this?" Hossiman asked while lying on his back. His clothes were soaked with sweat all over his body, and his muscles were slightly bulging. He was no longer the frail image he had some time ago. Only the glasses he wore still retained a trace of elegance.

"There is no way." Garen spread his hands, "Because you are too weak, so weak that I don't even have the desire to take action."

There was a sense of natural complaint in his tone. For some reason, the other people felt the urge to hit someone.

"This will strengthen you a little bit, I think."

Garen buttoned the top buttons of his black shirt.

"Forget it, that's it for today. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

"Now that you said so." Dam suddenly said, and his voice made Garen stop. "What about this!!?"

He suddenly had a black pistol in his hand, pointing it straight at Garen, and his voice suddenly became louder.

Suddenly, there were a few exclamations from the four people around him.

"Dum, what are you doing!!? Put down the gun!" Quentin yelled.

Hossiman pushed up his glasses and said nothing.

To be honest, the five of them actually regard Garen as their teacher and master, and the five of them also regard each other as brothers.

He also had some understanding of Dam's psychology, which was not a surprise.

The rest, Jamie and Lalan, are another close-knit group. The five of them are divided into three circles. Jamie and Lalan, Hoseman and Dam, and Quentin is actually alone. The three circles are actually connected by Quentin.

No one knows more about Dam than anyone else

Hossiman looked at Galen with a hint of expectation and scrutiny.

"What would you do?"

"How are you going to deal with firearms? Firearms and cannons are the themes of this era that you admire." Damm's face, which was a bit pale due to training, showed a slight smile. "You can't blame me for this. It was you who told us to do it with the intention of killing you! In this case, this method is also acceptable, right?"

Garen suddenly let out a chuckle. He turned around, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Dam with a contemptuous look he had never seen before.

“It’s a bit interesting”

He pointed to his forehead.

"Here, shoot over here. Don't worry, shoot."

That kind of gaze, as if he was looking at the struggling insect under his feet, immediately angered Dam completely, and the evil smile on his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"You think I don't dare?"

"Do you dare?" The corners of Garen's lips raised slightly, "Do you dare?" He said every word.

boom! !

There was a gunshot.

Almost at the same time, Garen's figure appeared in front of Dam and kicked him hard in the waist and abdomen.

vomit!

Dam rolled his eyes in pain, blood and vomit spurted out of his mouth. The pistol fell from his hand and fell to the side. His whole body was like a curled up shrimp. He was kicked flying and hit hard. On the wall not far away.

Garen walked over and grabbed his hair, lifting it up.

"How do you feel?" he asked with a smile.

"Very good," Dam weakly squeezed out a few words, trying to put on a smile with his mouth full of blood.

"Don't move!" A voice sounded from behind Garen.

It's Hoseman!

He was holding a sharp knife in his hand, which was pressed firmly against Garen's lower back.

"I acted with the intention of killing you! This is what you said." Hossiman held a sharp knife in his hand, but sweat was pouring from his forehead.

He didn't feel anything from a distance just now, but now that he was in close contact, he could clearly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from Garen's body.

The shadow of being beaten these days and the fear in his heart constantly stimulated his nerves, urging him to stay away quickly! Stay away from this invincible man.

"I won't give in so easily!" Hossiman's heart kept roaring to himself.

"Hossiman?" Garen threw Dam away with one hand and turned around, not caring at all about the sharp knife at his waist. "You've made great progress by being able to silently attack me from behind."

Although he has suppressed his physical fitness and abilities to the same level as these people, it is impossible to change his own realm of King of the Century. This state of mind makes the use and understanding of various secret martial arts far beyond that of ordinary people.

Under such circumstances, Hosiman's ability to conceal himself and come behind him can be considered a huge improvement.

"Stab it." Garen moved his left hand up and pressed it on his chest, "Stab it here."

A smile appeared on his face.

"Do you dare?" The same words were said to Dam just now, and now they were said to Hossiman.

call.

An invisible breeze blew from a distance and swept across the grass, making the cold sweat all over Hossiman's body become even colder.

"I'll stand here." Garen stared at him calmly, "Just stab him down. The weak have no right to hesitate."

The sharp knife was trembling.

The sweat on Hosiman's body was almost completely soaked through his clothes.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look into Garen's eyes. He could feel his hands shaking and feeling afraid.

Ahhhhh! ! ! ! !

In an instant, the sharp knife stabbed forward fiercely.

Hossiman roared crazily, the veins on his face bulged, and he almost used all his strength to stab them out.

Boom!

There was dead silence on the grass.

The five people stared at Garen's right hand with dull expressions, no one believed that this could be true.

The sharp knife was actually broken!

At the moment when Hossiman thrust forward with all his strength, Garen stretched out his fingers, lightly touched the sharp knife with his gloved right hand, and the blade broke instantly.

Everything happens in an instant.

Bang!

Hossiman was instantly slapped on his right arm. His whole body rolled like an acrobat, soared into the air, and landed just next to Dam not far away.

Both of them were covered in scars, this time it was not the injuries that left their hands like before, but real internal injuries.

There was no holding back, and the power of Garen's attack was not just the strength of his training.

So the two of them were really seriously injured.

His whole body was broken, with traces of fractures and bruises everywhere, and there were bursts of cramping pain in his internal organs. Both of them bit their lower lips involuntarily to prevent them from crying out in pain.

Gallon grinned and glanced at the other three people, Quentin Jamie and Lalan. None of the three could react to such a rapid change of pace. At this time, he was still looking at Garen blankly.

"That's it for today. But at least I'm a little enlightened, not bad." He dropped a word and strode away from the grass.

This is the backside of an abandoned old garden. The originally neat grass has been turned into a mess. The walls on the side are full of potholes and cement blocks are still falling.

After Garen left, several people didn't move for a long time.

A group of medical staff rushed in very skillfully and began to familiarly check everyone's body, collect data, provide recovery energy drinks, and treat injuries.

"The injuries are serious!" After a doctor examined the bodies of Hossiman and Dam, his brows suddenly furrowed into a frown. "Internal bleeding, multiple comminuted fractures, abnormally high blood pressure, and too fast heartbeat! Inject antihypertensive sedatives immediately!"

"There are preparations here!"

"Send to the General Hospital immediately! Quick, quick, quick!!"

A group of people hurriedly pushed the two people away quickly.

"The president didn't hold back this time." Quentin sat down on the grass and let out a deep breath.

"Do you feel like Hoseman and Dam are going crazy?" Jamie sat next to her with a wry smile on his face. "Especially Hoseman, his changes make me more and more wary. He is becoming more and more like the president, but also a little different. I don't know if I feel wrong."

"Both he and Dam are getting stronger and stronger. You feel right." Lalan said in a deep voice standing at the side. "I don't know what the president's intention is to train us like this, but I know that Dam and Hosiman may be close to what the president expected."

Jamie and Quentin glanced at Lalan. This red-haired girl had begun to grow her hair at this time. She didn't know when she had a sharp and decisive heroic spirit. Especially between her eyebrows, there was an aggression that people couldn't face. The feeling, the feeling of piercing eyes, a temperament similar to the feminine part of President Garen, began to gradually show up in her body.

Dam and Hosiman, two companions they were familiar with before, as well as Lalan, are now gradually becoming strangers, and that unknown mysterious and dangerous aura is revealed in them day by day. Everything makes Quentin and Jamie feel more and more strange.

Not just this world, but also the familiar companions.

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"Quick, quick, quick! Send an ambulance! The patient's heart rate can't be suppressed at all!"

"Change to Matt Ando!! Pure concentration injection!!"

"No, no! It's useless!"

"Change to Valium!!"

"No, the needle can't go in!" The nurse was about to cry.

at this time.

Hossiman opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes seemed to light up with a white light in the dark night.

Snapped!

He took off the oxygen mask from his mouth and sat up directly.

Under the stunned gazes of a circle of doctors and nurses around him, his eyes held a hint of joy, a hint of satisfaction, and a hint of rage hidden deep within.

"This is what it feels like to transcend the fear of death." He murmured in a low voice, and the strong muscles in his body began to tremble and twist spontaneously like running water, swelling and turning black.