There was a similar uproar in the venue. Serena screamed and ran out the door. A large number of people cheered and chased out and surrounded Quentin on the ground.
Quentin's face turned pale on the grass. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't support his body.
There were no fractures, just a break in the air. Garen's attack was very measured, and it was 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 was training just now.
With his golden back and head 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 Galen.
"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 fiercely with their arms, and his figure appeared in front of the man at some unknown time. The four arms of the two people overlapped, so fast that they could hardly see the entity, and only four phantoms could be seen.
staggered.
Bang bang bang bang!!!
With each sound, the man's complexion turned paler.
Crack!!
A wall was severely punched into a dent. 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, and he hit
He kept retreating, and he might not be able to resist and be defeated 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 strength, it's still very weak."
With the final blast.
Suddenly.
The white man's legs clicked, sinking 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 congested and turned red.
Crack!!
The man's whole body sank deeply. Everything below his knees sank into the floor.
All the students were in dead silence.
The stormy fight just now made everyone realize what it means to be fierce and violent in fighting.
This is fighting! This is blood!!
At this moment, everyone saw Galen driving the coach into the ground and pinning him down with one hand, and excitement surged out of their hearts.
"Abandon weakness, hesitation, fear, panic, fear, 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 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! Fighting!
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 yearning 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 is too boring. Except for witches and vampires, there is nothing noteworthy among ordinary people. Maybe some outstanding seeds can be found 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 controlled by itself 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 at 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 real manpower for actual combat, this needs to be solved by Nighthawk.
But there is no rush now, the ideas still need to be verified carefully.
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 don't pay attention, he will kill me! Really Jim! He will definitely kill me.
!!Did you see the look in his eyes! It was like looking at a dead person! I’m sure he must have killed someone!”
He lowered his head and combed his hair with his fingers, his whole body trembling.
"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 his back hard.
"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 face also showed a hint of shock.
"I've seen it all..."
"This year's newcomers..." Quentin turned around and looked at the black man with a wry smile.
"Give him the position of president." The black boy thought for a moment, "It's just a title anyway, it doesn't matter. According to the rules, the strongest person in the club can serve as president, but now that he is even..."
He didn't say anything further, but the meaning behind it was obvious.
Both coaches are actually powerful professional beings who are stronger than their students. Not to mention ordinary members, even the president himself 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. 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 he is the strongest person. No matter he is a newcomer, it doesn't matter.
You can do it just like old club members."
Serena nodded slightly. Galen showed mercy to her sister, which made her feel slightly fond of him. It looked like Quentin was hit in the eye, but in fact he was just distracted. There was no other injury at all.
The actual main skeleton of the fighting club is the five leaders of their elite group. The five of them were originally weak, but they loved fighting. They are all wealthy owners, so they jointly funded the establishment of this fighting club. Otherwise, it is a 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 the incident, 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 every year to join the club.
After everyone arrived, they all began to discuss the issue of the newcomer Garen.
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Time flies by.
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 were dances, some were underground parties whose names I had never heard of, and there were role-playing games. Life suddenly began to become chaotic.
Some students moved out of the dormitory and openly rented a house with their girlfriends. Some of the more horny students even saw their passionate scenes in some woods on campus.
But this is only a small part, most freshmen are still trying to adjust their schedule.
The professors and supervisors often called back to redo the heavy assignments and papers. Some even often went to bed at two or three in the middle of the night and had to get up at five or six in the middle of the day.
This was the case for Gallon's exam by Alexander. Because his thesis was unqualified, he was sent back to retake two subjects in a row. In pain, he had not slept for five hours for three consecutive days.
If you fail the paper, your 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 Galliville students will fail as long as they fail more than two subjects.
I have to pack up and go home.
Not to mention that as the top student in their original school, any student who enters Garyville will have their own pride and self-esteem.
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 sadness of students in top schools. There are many freshmen like Alexander, and many of them are not because of their incompetence.
Adapting to the professor's cursive writing means not adapting to the course for some other reason, and you will always encounter problems like one or two.
Such pressure is undoubtedly huge.
When I see that all my roommates in the same dormitory have finished their work, and I am the only one who is still struggling. That feeling, that feeling that everyone is on equal footing, suddenly there is a huge gap due to thesis assignments. For the freshmen
The self-esteem is undoubtedly a terrible blow
Do I really have a lower IQ than them? Otherwise, why am I the only one who is so slow after they all finished? My original self-confidence will be shattered by such questions if I don't pay attention.
This is just an ordinary paper that is scored for daily grades. If it is a big paper or model for the final assessment...