Mysterious journey

"Welcome?" Is it really a greeting?

Garen knew in his heart that after the battle with the vampire Wellington, the strength of Hosiman and Dam had reached a powerful level. That battle was a qualitative change, and the seeds in their bodies had improved. With their minds, How could he be willing to be controlled by the Holy Fist Palace forever?

There was loud gunfire outside the car, and Garen sat quietly in the car, motionless, waiting for the sound outside to end.

Not long after, the gunfire stopped, and then there was the sound of heavy objects being pulled out one by one and hitting the ground.

All the undercover subordinates of Hoseman and Dam in the convoy were cleared away, and no one was left.

The sound of the car door opening and closing soon came from behind.

The adjutant got into the car again and said respectfully.

"Captain, everyone in the third car has been cleared."

"Keep on going." Garen said calmly.

The convoy continued to start its engines and move forward.

Time passed by, and after the driver changed two shifts, finally, the road ahead gradually improved a lot, and some simple guardrails appeared on the edge. Billboards gradually pass by the roadside.

Soon, oncoming vehicles appeared in front, mostly off-road jeeps and the like. Pedestrians gradually appeared on the roadside.

"We're about to arrive in Ansett." The female group member driving the car whispered.

Garen nodded, opened his eyes, and suddenly looked towards the increasingly wider road ahead.

"Prepare to stop the convoy."

"Yes." The female member didn't have any objection. She quickly contacted the vehicle behind her through the communication equipment, and then began to slow down slowly.

Soon, on the road ahead, two groups of vehicles waiting to park on the roadside appeared in the distance. The two groups of vehicles seemed to be separated by people and horses. The sound of the engine here seemed to be heard in the distance, and some people got off the two vehicles on the left and right.

Walking in the front were Hossiman and Dam. One of them was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and the other was wearing a tight-fitting bright red leather jacket and had a slender figure. It looks weird and inexplicable.

Hossimann and Dam watched the convoy approaching from a distance, and slowly lowered their heads to show respect.

A faint smile appeared on Garen's face in the car.

The vehicle slowly stopped less than five meters in front of the two people and leaned against the roadside.

Garen opened the car door and got out of the car, looking at the two people in front of him.

"You guys got here really fast." He said calmly.

"When a teacher is in trouble, we as disciples will naturally rush to help as soon as possible. This is only natural." Hossiman replied in a low voice, "We have prepared all arrangements and will go to the airport in front of us immediately. The private plane will take off directly and fly directly to New York. .Teacher, please get in the car.”

"Everything has been arranged at the Holy Fist Palace. Teacher, you don't have to worry." Dam next to him replied respectfully in a weird voice that was half male and half female.

"You are really my good disciple." Garen smiled with satisfaction and strode towards the most luxurious and exquisite car prepared behind the two of them.

Behind them, Hosiman and Dam clenched their fists almost at the same time, and a strange atmosphere quietly filled the air. The hidden power is gathering bit by bit, like the calm before the storm.

Their eyes unconsciously glanced at Garen's defenseless back with their peripheral vision.

Garen's face looked extremely defeated. This was the first time they had ever seen Garen in such a miserable state. I don’t know why, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

Dam's body was faintly burning with a blood-red aura. His right hand slowly clenched and then released, and the blood-colored nail polish on his fingernails became increasingly red.

Snapped!

Suddenly a hand grasped his right arm.

Dam was startled. He looked up and saw that it was Hossiman. Zheng shook his head slightly at him.

Snapped!

There was the sound of a car door opening from the front.

Not daring to make any more moves, the two quickly separated and followed closely.

"I just got the news that all my people were cleared on the way back last night." Hossiman faintly conveyed the message to Dam, who was shocked.

The two of them glanced at Garen in the car in front of them, but were shocked to find that Garen was not looking this way, but their body instincts could still feel an inexplicable gaze coming from Garen.

"Let's go! Go back to headquarters!"

Hoseman whispered.

Dam took a deep breath. After the last torture, he had lost a lot of weight. A cold look flashed in his eyes, and he followed Hosiman closely.

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Half a month later.

Wellington Manor

"What?! Those three people are out!" In the dark hall, an old voice suddenly sounded, with strong shock and horror.

A figure wearing a black cloak was half-kneeling below.

"Four days ago, the second elder went out to Casca and disappeared without leaving any news. We are already searching urgently. Elder Tulan wants you to contact him personally."

The figure whispered.

"That guy" the old voice deepened. "You get up first, Pigus."

"Thank you, Great Elder." Black Cloak stood up respectfully. "Great Elder, I have something that I just found from around the family secret passage to be delivered. After our appraisal, there is more than 70% chance that this thing is an important item belonging to the people of the Holy Fist Palace."

"Oh?" The great elder sat in a high position with a hint of surprise on his face. "Bring it up."

"Yes." Black Cloak quickly took out a small box from his body. It was a dark shell and he didn't know what was inside.

He held it respectfully with both hands, walked forward to the Great Elder's seat and handed it over.

"This is this?" The elder reached out to take the thing and opened the box with a snap.

There was nothing inside!

Bang! ! !

The black cloak's hands suddenly turned into sharp claws and stamped on the great elder's chest.

Ha ha ha ha! !

The black cloak tore and shattered, as if an invisible force directly tore it into pieces.

The hideous laughing face of Pigus was revealed under the cloak.

"Great Elder, Master Damu of the Holy Fist Palace greets you!"

boom! ! !

The great elder punched Pigus with a loud punch, sending him flying.

Pigus was sent flying horizontally and hit the wall hard. After making a large dent, he was ejected and rolled to the ground. He spun around for more than ten consecutive times and his entire chest was directly penetrated.

But his deep laughter still echoed in the hall.

"You, you...!" The great elder's chest was sunken. Even if a high-ranking vampire was unprepared and hit in the chest by a mid-ranking vampire in a normal state, the damage he received could not be easily ignored.

What frightened him even more was that the injured area was itching unbearably, as if there were countless bugs trying to burrow deeper into the wound.

He stared at Pigus below with a mixture of shock and anger. This is the core of the Wellington family. Generally, only elders can enter, and the sound insulation effect is extremely strong. Pigus has always been his most trusted confidant, and he is also an elite among the middle-ranking vampires.

Pigus on the ground struggled to get up, and moved backwards very quickly. A few flashes of light widened the distance between the two.

"Great Elder, the glory of the Wellington family has passed. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. This is an ancient saying in the East. As long as you are willing to submit, Master Damu of the Holy Fist Palace will never treat you badly and will definitely be of great use!"

There was a cunning and sinister expression on his face.

"Why did you betray me?" The great elder felt the tingling in his chest quickly spread to his whole body, and his body's self-healing ability was unable to do anything. He was not originally a combatant. He only had the physique of a high-ranking Vampire and was unable to exert combat effectiveness at all. His actual combat power could at most suppress a mid-ranking Vampire.

"Only by submitting to the Holy Fist Palace can you learn the supreme fist technique. This is the real power! As a secret party, aren't we originally gathered because of the pursuit of power?"

This middle-level vampire of Pigus has been controlled by the water bird fist introduction taught by Damu.

After the First World War in Wellington, Dam and Hosiman began to try to control the vampires by teaching Water Bird Boxing and setting up introductions with Chi Chi.

This method does play a very powerful role and can control the life and death of the vampires, but the most critical step is still completed by Garon.

Generations of vampires have been suppressed by the blood in their blood. The superiors control the subordinates, unable to resist, and their strengths vary greatly. But Garon's research on the soul and body goes far beyond this world. After some exploration, I finally solved this problem.

Using the experience gained from dissecting creatures in the totem world, Garen successfully implanted his soul guide into the blood of the vampires, completely integrating it into one. To achieve the goal of truly suppressing this blood instinct.

The final result was that less than half a month after Garen's return, he developed a secret weapon method to control vampires, and quietly controlled a group of middle and lower vampires. After getting the poison refined by the AG old man, this scene appeared in front of him.

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At the same time, in the barren mountains of South America

"Death Water Bird Punch!"

A red shadow flashed past in an instant, pulling out a bloody red line in the air and landing gently on a large white boulder.

This is a narrow valley.

In the valley, a figure in white clothes was thrown into the air in an extremely embarrassed manner, and slammed into the white stone wall on one side of the valley, knocking down large chunks of gravel and gravel.

This time he was attacked, and the clothes of the figure in white were also stained with a layer of gray. He got up with difficulty, and vague scars could be seen everywhere on his body, face and hands.

This is a handsome man with a pale complexion. His beautiful blue hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat. Through the scars, you can still vaguely see his originally beautiful and charming face.

He tried his best to look back at the red figure standing on the big rock behind him, his eyes full of panic and panic.

"I hate people who are prettier than me." A voice that was neither male nor female came down from the boulder.

Bang! !

A terrifying blood hole suddenly opened on the left side of the man in white's neck, and a stream of scarlet blood spattered out, flying to the ground. The blood strangely wanted to swim back, and it seemed like a living thing, trying to flow in the direction of the man in white. Go, but was immediately passed by a black shadow, and then quickly lost its activity, coagulated and solidified, turning into ordinary blood.

The man in white was severely injured by this blow. Strangely, his neck was still recovering quickly, and the wound was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You!!" His face and eyes revealed a fear of death, a desire and pleading for life.

"No, don't kill me. Don't!!" He wailed loudly and fell to the ground with his whole body weak. This was not because he had no strength, but because he had completely lost his resistance in his heart.