89 Adverse Circumstance 1 (1/2)

Chapter 89: Adverse Circumstance 1

”You are right Simon, we must go back now and scatter out in different directions!” A disciple of the Southern Twelve Gates answered with a worried expression. ”My master told me to bring you a word.”

”What is it?” Simon raised his head and urged him to go on.

”Someone might use extreme measures against us! My master warned master Fei to be careful. At this time, it’s every man for himself.”

The disciple hurried out after these words, and only then Simon realized the disciple had a black backpack in his hand.

At this moment, Simon felt his mind was chaotic.

Senior Sister Rosetta defected, Second Senior Brother was still missing, and now Master was injured as well. Senior Brother Garen was nowhere to be found either.

”How great would it be if Senior Brother Garen was here!!” He thought to himself.

Suddenly, a few silhouettes walked in from the entrance. Leading the group was a tall and young man with a sturdy build with wine-red eyes, wearing a white martial arts training uniform.

”It’s Senior Brother Garen!”

”Senior Brother Garen is here!”

”Senior Brother Garen!”

The Southern Twelve Gates’ disciples suddenly found someone they could depend on; the surprised cheers gradually spread over the crowd of disciples.

”Master!” Garen immediately saw Fei Baiyun after entering the platform, lying in an armchair. Garen’s expression changed and he rushed to his master’s side.

”Master! How do you feel? Are you hurt?!”

”Get out of here! Take everyone and leave!” Fei Baiyun let out a relieved sigh after finally seeing Garen, his expression relaxed a little.

Garen checked Fei Baiyun’s pulse and breathing. Everything was normal, so he wasn’t seriously injured. He was only having a hard time speaking due to concussion, thus Garen felt relieved.

”Is that who they call the strongest among the Southern Twelve Gates, Senior Brother Garen?” The green-haired young man on the stage shouted abruptly. ”Looks like the Southern Twelve Gates had put all of their hopes on you. Do you dare come up and challenge me?”

Garen stood up, glancing at the surrounding crowd.

The Southern Twelve Gates’ disciples all had their eyes on him, along with that Margent he had defeated and a few other masters who were still conscious.

Garen sneered and jittered his shoulders, then jumped onto the stage.

”You are digging your own grave.” His expression was ruthless; his eyes became even redder.

He was feeling down from his defeat earlier, so his anger erupted like a volcano.

”You sure talk big!” The green-haired young man mocked and dashed forward, instantly closing in on Garen.

Boom Boom!!

The two traded dozens of blows in seconds; the sound of their fists and elbows clashing filled the platform.

Peng!

The young man’s face turned pale and he stuttered a few steps back while clenching his chest, unable to catch his breath.

Garen suddenly jumped back, and his whole body came to a stop. He stretched his two hands out like he was holding two invisible spheres. A manic and hot stream came out of his body, caused by his rapidly increasing skin temperature.

As his eyes turned increasingly red, his deep breath echoed like the calls of a mammoth. He looked like a suppressed bomb, waiting to explode.

”S***!!” A man with similar green hair sitting below the platform jumped on it and quickly charged toward Garen.

The masters of the other sects all had grim faces.

The masters of Celestial Star Gate and Crimson Sand Sword both leaned forward in shock.

Suddenly, the master of Crimson Sand Sword remembered something.

”That’s…!” If he was already surprised before, now he couldn’t close his mouth.

Kaboom!

A loud noise came from the stage. Along with it came the scattered pieces of someone’s clothes.

Garen’s muscles fiercely inflated and he stood there like a powerful creature from ancient history. His body towering over two meters looked overwhelming. His cold red eyes stared at the green-haired men.

”Master is out to protect his worthless disciple?”

The green-haired man held his unconscious disciple in his arms, but he was knocked back ten steps. His clothes were falling apart. He was out of breath and could not speak a word.

When he opened his mouth to speak, he spurted a mouthful of blood and bent down on the ground.

”Fine, nice, okay. Garen of White Cloud Gate, I’ll remember this, and you will pay for it some day!!” He let out a sad smile and quickly ran into the crowd with his disciple; he was fast like a swallow flying in the rain.

Garen’s glanced around the platform, turned back and jumped off.

”Pack your stuff, we’re getting out of here!”

”Yes! Senior Brother!” Collin and the others answered. One of them supported Simon while Garen scooped up his master, and they all left through the exit. His body had not fully recovered yet, so he couldn’t keep on fighting. Otherwise he would have tried to force the green-haired master and disciple to stay.

Just as they stepped out, a stream of blood came out of Garen’s mouth.