Mysterious journey

There was a similar uproar in the venue, and Serena screamed and chased out the door. A large crowd of people cheered and chased out and surrounded Quentin on the ground.

Quentin turned pale on the grass and wanted to get up, but he couldn't support his body.

There are no fractures, just a split. Garen's strikes were very measured, just a small punishment for her attacking position and vicious shots.

Garen shrugged and walked towards the door indifferently under the hostile gazes of everyone.

"You've gone too far." A strong figure stood in front of him.

He was one of the two coaches who had been working out just now.

His golden back was raised high. He was a white man. His arms and thighs were full of tight muscles. He had a short beard and his eyes were like knives, staring at Garen.

"I'm the coach of the club, you can call me William." The man stretched out his hand towards Galen and hooked him.

Bang! !

An explosion-like crisp sound suddenly exploded.

Garen and the man collided with their arms fiercely, and his figure appeared in front of the man at some point. The four arms of the two people were intertwined, so fast that they could hardly see the entity, and could only see four shadows constantly intersecting.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

With every sound, the man's face turned paler.

Crack! !

A dent was punched into a wall. The man was covered in sweat. When he felt the punch just passed by the side of his face, half of his face was numb. Before he had time to think about it, another attack like a terrifying storm came, making him retreat continuously. He might be overwhelmed at any time.

“The speed is good and the rhythm is okay.”

Garen's voice spread steadily, causing Quentin Serena and others to swallow their saliva.

"It's just that with the same speed and power, it's still very weak."

With a final crack.

Suddenly.

The white man's legs clicked and sank into the reddish wooden planks on the ground. He raised his arms high to block a large hand above him that was pressing down flatly.

His face turned pale at first, then quickly became red with blood.

Crack! !

The man's whole body sank deeply, and everything below his knees sank into the floor.

There was dead silence among all the students.

The stormy fight just now made everyone realize what it means to be fierce and violent in fighting.

This is fighting! This is passion! !

At this moment, everyone watched Garen knocking the coach into the ground and pinning him down with one hand, and excitement surged out of their hearts.

"Abandon weakness, hesitation, fear, panic, these are all rubbish." Garen pursed his lips and glanced around, "When fighting, there is only one thing to do, and that is to kill the opponent."

There was silence on the field, no one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing.

Each boy's eyes were red, and the passion in his body was ignited by Galleons. This is fighting! This is real fighting! Fight!

That kind of violent attack on the opponent with cold eyes, strength, speed, collision without hesitation, and terrifying suppression. This is the ultimate goal that countless fans have been longing for! !

Looking at the emotionally ignited students around him with satisfaction, Garen retracted his hand and stood up straight.

He just planted a seed in everyone's heart, and then let his reputation spread among ordinary people. Then naturally, extreme people who are interested in pursuing fighting will come to his door.

In fact, it was just a whim. This world was too boring. Except for witches and vampires, there was nothing noteworthy among ordinary people. Maybe we can find some outstanding seeds among ordinary people.

As for how to solve the problems of strength improvement time and loyalty, he already has some shortcut ideas.

If it succeeds, it may be possible to establish a strong human team that is completely under its own control in a short period of time.

After glancing at the excited crowd, Garen smiled at Serena, strode out of the venue, and quickly disappeared on the lawn.

As top students from Galliville University, it is enough to find a few seeds among them. They have qualifications, strength, and brains. Such talents are most suitable to become the core of the team.

As for the manpower for actual combat, this needs to be solved by Nighthawk.

But there is no rush now, the ideas still need to be carefully verified.

After Garen left, the fighting club venue remained quiet for a long time.

Hundreds of people gathered here, but there was only the sound of heavy breathing. Another coach stepped forward and pulled the white coach out of the floor. Only then did everyone realize that the white coach had lost strength and fell to the ground, dripping with sweat. He actually didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"That young man is simply a lion!! A golden lion!!" There was a strong fear in his eyes. "I feel like if I'm not careful, he will kill me! Really Jim! He will definitely kill me!! Did you see the look in his eyes! It's like looking at a dead person! I'm sure he must have killed someone before !”

He lowered his head and combed his hair with his fingers, trembling all over.

"When I collided with him, I could only see a piece of gold in front of me, which was the most conspicuous color on his body, and I couldn't see anything else clearly. The impact was like a roar, and my ears couldn't hear anything. I didn't dare to tell the difference at all. Heart, really."

Coach Jim hugged him and patted him hard on the back.

"I think he is not suitable to be a coach anymore." He said tactfully towards Quentin and others.

Quentin was silent for a while.

"President!"

"The president is here!"

Someone shouted from behind.

A sturdy black boy strode into the venue, his expression also showed a hint of shock.

"I saw it all."

"This year's newcomer" Quentin turned around and looked at the black man with a bitter smile.

"Give him the position of president." The black boy thought for a moment, "It's just a title anyway, and it doesn't matter. According to the rules, the strongest person in the club can serve as president, but now that he's even..." He didn't say anything. Go down, but the meaning behind it is obvious.

The two coaches are actually powerful professional beings who are stronger than their students. Not to mention ordinary club members, even he, the club president, may not be able to defeat the two coaches.

"Two coaches, let's go and rest first." A gentle boy wearing glasses walked out from behind the black boy. He was dressed in exquisite white casual clothes and was extremely slim. This boy was white, with a hint of nobility on his body, and he was obviously from an unusual background.

"Give him the position of president." The boy nodded in agreement with the black man's suggestion. "The leaders and vice-presidents of our four elite groups will have no objection. As long as it is the strongest person, no matter if he is a newcomer, It’s all fine as an old club member.”

Serena nodded slightly. Garen was merciful to her sister, which made her feel slightly fond of her. It seemed that Quentin had fallen seriously, but in fact he just lost his breath, and there were no other injuries at all.

The actual main skeleton of the fighting club is their five elite team leaders. The five of them were originally not strong enough, but they loved fighting. They are all wealthy owners, so they jointly funded the establishment of this fighting club. Otherwise, they are the school. The little money and the little prize money from the competition are simply not enough to cover the expenses of such a large fighting club.

Various equipment, various activities, training organized from time to time, welfare travel, etc., each of these expenses is a huge expense for a fighting club with a large number of people.

Now that I feel confident in my abilities, I want to compete for the position of president, but a perverted newcomer appears.

Under Garen's intervention, the people who had originally planned to duel to elect the president lost their mood.

When the two team leaders arrived later, they were dubious when they heard about this matter, but they temporarily put aside their thoughts of holding a fight for the president.

The five team leaders all come from backgrounds and are also fanatics who love fighting. Otherwise, they would not spend so much money to join the club every year.

After everyone arrived, they all began to discuss the issue of the newcomer Garen.

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Time flies.

More than two weeks have passed in a flash.

The freshmen began to get familiar with the heavy academic pace and gradually had some free time for free activities, so the activities of various clubs began enthusiastically.

Some clubs held parties, some dances, some underground parties whose names I had never heard of, and role-playing games. Life suddenly began to become chaotic.

Some students moved out of the dormitory and openly rented a room with their girlfriend.

But this is only a small part, most freshmen are still trying to adjust their schedules.

Heavy assignments and papers were sent back again and again by professors and tutors. Some even often go to bed at two or three in the middle of the night and get up at five or six in the middle of the day.

Gallon's roommate Alexander was like this. Because he failed to pass the paper, he was sent back to retake two subjects in a row. He was in pain and had not slept for five hours for three consecutive days.

If the paper is not up to standard, the usual grades will be in danger. You may have to fail this class. If the credit difference is too big, it will be even more tiring to make up for it later. And the most important point is that students in Galliville who fail more than two subjects have to pack up and go home.

Not to mention that as the top student in the original school, any student who enters Garyville has his own pride and self-esteem in his heart.

Gallon was basking in the sun on the balcony, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. He glanced at Alexander with rabbit eyes, shook his head and sighed. This is the tragedy of students in top schools. There are many freshmen like Alexander. Many of them are either not suitable for the professor's cursive writing or are not suitable for the course for other reasons. They will always encounter one or two problems.

This pressure is undoubtedly huge.

When I saw that all my roommates in the same dormitory had finished, I was the only one left struggling. That kind of mood, the kind that originally thought that everyone was on equal footing, but suddenly there was a huge gap caused by the thesis assignment. It is undoubtedly a terrible blow to the self-esteem of the freshmen.

Is it true that my IQ is not as good as theirs? Otherwise, why am I still so slow after they have all finished? Your original confidence will be shattered by such doubts if you don't pay attention.

This is just an ordinary paper that is scored for normal grades. If it is a big paper or model for the final assessment.