972 Arena 2 (1/2)
”My only suggestion for you, Garen, is to choose your own path that you think suits you best. Don't focus on the strength and size of the sects. Of course, the strength of a sect can have a positive impact on your growth, but during the distribution of their resources, those who lack the prerequisites would naturally receive fewer study resources, as it would just be a waste of time and resources. It's not worth the candle,” Accord answered sincerely.
”That's true. I'm more suited for Frost Radiation style energy machines. Are there any in this list that belongs to that type of style?” Garen asked once more. If he just goes by the information displayed on this map, there would be no feasible way for him to make an informed choice. The characteristics of each sect were not something that could be easily you could search up on the web, there would be a lot of minor details people who are unfamiliar with the sect itself would never understand.
Accord answered while looking at Garen seriously.
”To be honest, Garen, your actual combat prowess is absurdly strong, if you feel the styles that use Frost Radiation suits you the best, then you should narrow it down to the sects that specialize in Frost Radiation. Give me your map, I'll help narrow down the list for you, then you can choose one that fits your style the best. I'll also key in some of the key strengths and weaknesses of these sects for you.”
”Mmm, thanks!” Garen nodded.
”Don't worry about it. My actual combat ability was too weak, as you were telling us about your combat experience, I was covered in cold sweat. If you didn't bring up a lot of those tips and common problems, I would most likely be destroyed as soon as the fight started. Let's benefit from each other,” Accord calmly said as he adjusted his glasses once more.
He grabbed Garen's map and rapidly pointed out thirteen Frost Radiation based sects and their respective arenas. At the same time, using his PDA, he made minor changes to the contents on Garen's map, displaying the characteristics and styles of these sects.
It could be seen that he was still a baby in the woods, still treating others with a heart full of sincerity.
After a while, Garen was handed back the map, it now displayed thirteen bookmarked locations for the sects and arenas.
”What are you guys doing?”
Nearby, a group of young Level 2 energy machinists seemed to have gotten into an altercation with another Level 3 energy machinist. The noise was loud enough to be heard even from their location.
The Level 3 energy machinists had her hair in small pigtails, her face was showing an arrogant expression.
”How can good-for-nothing trash like you, being only Level 1 and Level 2, even wish to come to Burton Island? Keep on dreaming!”
This person did not release their energy machine but rather lunged over personally. Surprisingly, he used a set of very familiar combination combat skills. Suddenly, two gill-like breathing organs appeared on the back of his hands, continuously spraying out a white gas. In an instant of explosive acceleration, every punch packed he threw packed two to three times the original power.
The group of Level 1 and 2 machinists were only kids, they stood absolutely no chance against him. All of them got knocked to the ground in an instant. Many youths started surrounding them to get a look at what was going on, but none of them attempted to stop the fight but instead, they just stood there looking at the scene coldly.
There were countless similar cases that had happened in this place, a few of strong young energy machinists, to reduce the competition in their arena, would hire an even stronger person to stand guard outside the arena to take care of their competitors.
Garen surveyed the surroundings, he had already memorized the basics of the map in his hand, carefully keeping it back into his pocket.
At this moment, the Level 3 energy machinists who started the fight glanced over, his sights falling on Garen and company.
The others also looked on as if a show was going to happen.
Garen looked around once more and realized that amongst all the people nearby, their Level 3 strength was considered quite high in comparison. Furthermore, the path they were headed was directly past the place where the fight took place.
There were a lot of people coming to this area, most of them seemed to have similar dressing styles, with pale yellowish accessories on them, seemingly all locals. On the other hand, the handful of people in varied clothing all had slightly stronger Willpower and spoke with weird accents. Clearly, they were from a foreign land.
Garen also noticed that it was not just the three of them. Everyone from foreign lands was at least Level 2 or 3, one whole tier higher than the average of the locals.
”Let's not stay here, we need to move,” Accord said softly.
The three minded their own business and started to walk away, this made the tense face of the guy who started the fight to slowly relax. He looked over, gave them a smile and left the scene.
The group of knocked out energy machinists was left out cold on the ground.
After walking a bit more, Liz was the first to part ways. The arena she was headed to was just up ahead.
The three exchanged their contact information via their energy machinists key, promising to keep in contact. Briefly, after that, Accord also walked off on his own. He seemed to be quite mature for his age and very introverted, but he might also be slightly overambitious. He had looked down on Liz slightly but was able to see Garen as an equal. His tone towards Garen was very respectful.
Garen had too much life experience and has also seen countless types of people. He had no trouble noticing the slightly hidden intricacies in Accord's shifts in his tones, though he didn't point it out.
A person's life passes by in the flash of his eyes, who knows what type of person Accord would grow up to be, how he would treat others. He would never have a condescending attitude and look down on others, especially towards this group of energy machinists who posses frightful calculation and analytical prowess.
After the two left, he looked up the bookmarks on his map and the sects he was interested in, then he picked out what he deemed to be the most suitable sect and arena for himself.
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At the far right area of the Star Core Plaza near the outer wall, in a middle-sized sect arena, a long queue of people was patiently waiting to have the judge register their names.
While the queue was still growing, there were also people who left the area dejected, after their application was rejected. On the other hand, those who managed to would proudly or calmly enter the arena into an empty space, patiently awaiting instruction from the staff.