Mysterious journey

After leaving the arena, Garen rushed along the black corridor towards the arena where the Baiyunmen students were competing.

A team of people from the medical team in white clothes in the corridor hurriedly rushed into the arena, carried Benjamin on the stretcher, and then quickly passed by Gallon.

He glanced at Benjamin on the stretcher.

"The first victory." He murmured softly.

Passing through several corners and rest rooms along the corridor, Garen soon came to a small room with a sparse crowd.

Gently push the door open, and inside is the same venue as the previous competition venue.

On the ring, Ke Ling was panting and leaning against the pillar, his whole body was weak, and his face and body were spattered with tiny red blood spots. Her opponent was a slender young man with a cold temperament and no signs of fighting at all.

It can be seen that Ke Ling can still hold on for a while. Although he is at a disadvantage, the outcome is not clear in a short time.

Garen did not stop, but glanced at Ke Ling lightly to let her see him, and then decisively turned around and walked towards the other players' arena.

Next, he walked around the other students' arenas.

Simon won easily and met a very ordinary opponent. Miwu relied on his explosive speed and was completely restrained by him.

Gary and the others were inseparable from each other.

The last Rimlido.

Garen slowly walked into the arena.

Rimlido stood silently on the ring, just in time to knock his opponent to the ground with one punch. His face was expressionless, and he had a vaguely 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 got up slowly and hard.

"Do you want to continue?" Rimlido said calmly. 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."

Bang!

With lightning speed, he struck the boy hard on the chest, sending him flying onto the ropes of the ring.

"I give up!!" The young man said a few words with difficulty, tilted his head, and passed out.

"It's boring." Rimlido said calmly, and after the referee declared victory, he turned over directly from the ring. Walk up to Garen. "Elder brother, why are you here?"

Garen frowned slightly. He felt an inexplicable temperament from this Rimlido, which was a bit similar to the senior sister.

"Your fighting skills were passed down from your senior sister?"

"Yes." Rimlido nodded lightly.

For some reason, Garen suddenly felt a flash of worry in his heart. He patted Rimlido's shoulder lightly, but he didn't say much. "Going to the next game."

Rimlido nodded and followed Garen out, leaving the somewhat deserted arena behind.

The two of them walked out of the door 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 wearing tight yellow clothes. He didn't know which sect they belonged to.

Garen frowned and walked forward slowly.

Snapped.

The first strong man he encountered was shaken unconsciously, and he automatically avoided and gave up his position. followed by the second and third

A series of people, everyone who was touched by Garen, automatically gave way to a way. Even they themselves felt inexplicable and did not know why they gave way.

Garen slowly walked into the room from the middle, as if the sea parted to reveal a single passage, which was extremely conspicuous.

In the room, the two star-ring gate Jett and Crybaby Girl were already here. Seeing the people around him automatically avoid him when he entered, a look of surprise flashed across Jieite's face.

"Long'er, did you see it? This is a shock that only a real master can master!! This guy is so strong!" Jieite's eyes showed shock.

"Shocked?" The girl on the side still had tears on her face, and she was waiting for Garen bitterly. At this time, she was shocked when she heard her senior brother's voice. "He can actually master Zhen?! Senior brother, can't you see? Zhen is a threshold that only the top ten experts can master!"

"Stop talking. If you master Zhen, you are already qualified to become a contender for the top ten! Watch this game carefully!" Jieite whispered and pulled Long Er back to an inconspicuous corner. He was afraid of Long Er for a while. The son was made to cry by Galen again.

Gallon walked in from the crowd. His strong and tall body was unusually well-proportioned, his pace was calm, and his face showed no trace of nervousness about the upcoming competition.

"You guy!! How dare you squeeze me!!" A bearded man in black clothes roared loudly and pushed Garen.

Snapped.

He put his hands on Garen's body and didn't push him at all, and he was suddenly stunned.

Bang bang!

He pushed hard twice more, but there was no response at all, as if he had hit a high wall and could not be shaken at all.

"Is this the only way the weak can win?" Garen looked down at the beard in front of him and waved it casually.

Bang!

The strong man was slapped against the side wall like a fly, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Wow! !

The whole place was in an uproar, and everyone pushed back like a plague god, never daring to get too close to Garen.

"So strong!!"

"Mu Gente was actually solved in one go!"

"Is this guy from the Baiyun Sect? There is such a strong guy among the twelve sects in the south!"

Without looking at the others, Garen threw out a thin needle in his hand. It was the assassination tool that Beard had just used and he pinched it. Walking directly to the edge of the ring, he asked the stunned Star Ring Sect referee disciple.

"Where is my opponent? He hasn't come yet?"

"Well, you just solved it." The referee broke out in a cold sweat after being stared at by Garen.

Garen was stunned, glanced at the fainted beard leaning against the wall, and shook his head slightly.

"Where to go next?"

"You don't have to move in the next game, your opponent will come over." The referee explained quickly. "Your winning time is the shortest. From now on, the main venue will be determined based on the winning time. The shorter one will be the home court."

Garen nodded, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to rest.

Following his silence, the whole room suddenly fell into slight discussion. No one among the more than 20 people in the room dared to speak loudly for fear of accidentally disturbing Garen. Everyone was talking to their companions in low voices, and from time to time looked at Garen sitting cross-legged by the ring with awe.

Jett and the girl Long Er were also affected by the atmosphere and spoke even softer.

"The masters who have mastered Zhen did not expect that Baiyun Sect, one of the Twelve Sects in the South, could have such a master. I originally thought that this time it would be the same as before, and the Twelve Sects of the South Alliance would still be eliminated, but I didn't expect that this would happen. Galleons.”

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 left the master, then I'm afraid he is the strongest. The Twelve Sects in the South were originally an alliance of many weak sects to form a strong force to resist the sects and increase their own influence. Among them Most of the sects are not much different. Now that Galleons suddenly appear, I'm afraid there will be problems with the balance of the sects. But this is not an issue we should consider." Jieite analyzed slowly. "I have seen the strongest disciples of the other eleven sects, but they are nothing compared to each other. This Garen is indeed the strongest man of the twelve southern sects!"

"Is he the strongest man in the Southern Twelve Sects?"

For the first time, Long Er's clear pink eyes clearly reflected the figure of Garen sitting cross-legged.

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Garen's reputation was spread by many spectators when he defeated the Bearded Mugente in one fell swoop.

Mugente was an elite member of the Wanxiang Sect. He had broken into the top fifteen last time and was the strongest core member of the Twelve Southern Sects. However, he was knocked unconscious by Gallon and hit the wall.

This incident immediately caused a sensation among the onlookers in all the arenas.

For a moment, the disciples of the Twelve South Sect, who had been unable to raise their heads because of their low rankings, felt a little proud. They had always swallowed in front of the slightly stronger sects and did not dare to say anything when something happened. They could only suffer a loss. party. It's because they don't have powerful senior brothers and sisters behind them to support them, and it's impossible for the master to intervene in conflicts at the disciple level. After all, they also have stronger teachers.

It is natural for the weak to prey on the strong, so all the disciples of the Twelve Southern Sects have become accustomed to this kind of oppression.

Now that Galen suddenly stood out, it immediately gave all the disciples of the Twelve Southern Sects hope that they could easily defeat the top fifteen experts, and maybe they could break into the top ten this time!

"Senior Brother Jialong of Baiyun Sect is the strongest man in our twelve southern sects! I heard that he easily defeated Benjamin of Holy Fist Sect before!"

"Where are the other twelve disciples?" "They have all been eliminated."

"Now it's up to Senior Brother Jialong!"

In the arena room, more and more disciples from the Twelve Southern Sects crowded in, filling the arena with a sea of ​​people.

The voices of the students were noisy. These disciples who had been suppressed for too long seemed to have seen hope, and they all came to watch Galen's game.

Garen slowly opened his eyes and looked at a disciple not far in front of him.

"Did you just say that everyone else in Baiyun Sect has been eliminated?"

The disciple nodded nervously.

"Yes, senior brother, seventy or eighty people have been eliminated now. Except for you, no one from the Baiyun Sect has been able to enter the third round.

"That is to say, am I the only one left?" Garen didn't have any surprises. He looked towards the door from a distance, where Ke Ling and Simon were squeezing in while protecting Gali.

At this moment, a fat man slowly climbed up on the ring. He was wearing a white vest, and the thick white fat filled the vest, like a big balloon.

The fat man seemed to be chewing something in his mouth. He swallowed with a slurp and looked at Garen under the ring.

"Are you from the South Twelve Gates? You are so lucky."

Garen stood up and stood on the ring.

The referee rang the bell.

"Game start!"