Mystical Journey

No one expected that the Vice President would actually lose to a new student.

"A newbie who is even stronger than Xander has joined us this year!"

"It’s so strange, Vice President couldn’t even reach his shadow no matter how he turned!"

"His stance is so beautiful when he moves."

"He’s probably the newbie that Serena dragged into the club. We’re going to have a good show soon."

A group of club members huddled together and chatted noisily.

Serena smiled happily. Tonight’s presidential election duel would be happening shortly, and she had brought in a powerful fighting force. It seemed like Big Sis’s position was now uncertain.

"How is it going?" She looked towards Jamie, who would be taking part in the fight, and asked him softly.

The latter’s expression had yet to return to normal.

"Very strong," he said quietly.

"The uncertainty of the situation has increased!" Serena laughed happily.

"He might even be stronger than your big sister."

The smile on Serena’s face disappeared slowly.

"The club requirements state that only the strongest member has the right to be the president. Don’t forget that," mentioned Jamie.

"No way..." Serena gulped.

"Would it be better if that wasn’t the case?" Suddenly, another voice interrupted their conversation.

The crowd dispersed as a tall, slender, red-haired girl walked in. There as a long and yellow-red line on the left side of her face that seemed to be a sword-fighting scar, and she was dressed in tight black leather clothing that consisted of a long sleeved top and long pants, while her loose long hair swayed as she walked over.

"Big Sis!" Serena turned around happily while running towards the other girl’s side.

"Participants with graceful movements are always welcomed at the main competitions. During competitions, their appearance and looks are the main factors that attract the audience’s attention. If he can really defeat me, I’ll give him the president’s position during his sophomore year," said the girl in leather clothes indifferently.

Garen walked off the arena with a completely relaxed look on his face.

He smiled while they cheered, and it seemed as if the entire match earlier was just a warm-up. This made it even more puzzling for the newbies and old members that were gathered around him.

As he turned to look around himself, Garen shook his head slightly.

The regular people in this world were too weak. When he looked at his surroundings, he realized that everyone, including that girl in the tight-fitting leather clothes, had pathetically weak auras.

They had even remained at using ordinary people’s standards of strength and speed to determine their victors. The individual with the stronger muscles and superior strength, faster speed, and more powerful hits would have a higher chance of victory.

No matter how much time one spent practicing these combat skills, as long as they did not train their body and mind to evolve their martial arts, they would never be as powerful as a handgun. This disappointed Garen because his original aim was to see if regular people had any strengths that were worth his attention. Unfortunately, this was it.

Among those around him, those who were considered as combat experts could never be called martial artists, nevermind Grandmasters of Combat. This made him feel slightly bored. As a high-level expert Grandmaster of Combat, showing off his strength amongst a group of normal people who could not even reach the level of martial artists was like accidentally stepping on ants while standing on the road.

"Are you bored?"

Suddenly, a voice could be heard beside Garen’s ear.

Garen was slightly shocked. He followed the source of the voice and looked over, before noticing that it came from the new girl that joined the club with him. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail and her skin was as smooth as white snow. She also had almond-shaped eyes, pink lips and carried herself in an elegant manner.

She was a stereotypical Eastern beauty.

"You’re disappointed in the martial arts here? That’s why you’re bored?" said the girl coldly. She had not spoken in a loud voice, but everyone had heard the things she had said.

The noisy scene turned silent immediately.

"Don’t be ridiculous, an expert like Garen would obviously not be that kind of person," said a random voice, defending him.

However, the girl continued to look at Garen quietly without saying anything.

The smile on Garen’s face disappeared and he returned her gaze and stared at her.

Seeing that Garen did not explain, everyone around him stopped talking as well. Since Garen did not deny it, it was now clear that those were his true feelings. This girl was right, the combat club had bored Garen.

A stern look appeared on Vice President Jamie’s face. He looked at Garen and glanced at the girl while different emotions appeared on his face, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking about.

Serena and her older sister looked at Garen silently as well while the surrounding atmosphere became tenser at once.

The other club members who were present realized that something was amiss and gathered around them in large crowds.

Garen looked around. Since they had already seen through him, he was too lazy to disguise his true feelings anymore. It was too troublesome to continue hiding his true self from a colony of ants pretending to be humans.

"It’s true that it’s a little boring, you were right."

The corners of his mouth curled upwards slightly. It was an extremely rare sight that this girl had been able to catch the slight change in his gaze and accurately decipher its meaning as well.

The main point was that he had not detected any signs of abnormal powers within her.

A slight commotion occurred the moment that sentence left his mouth, while furious expressions appeared on the faces of some of the old club members.

"Don’t hold me back, I want to kill that guy!"

"Big Sis Quentin is here! Let’s beat him up!"

"We’ll wait for the President and the others to arrive before discussing it further."

Some of them were emotional while others were calm. On the arena, some people wanted to step forward to fight Garen one-on-one but were held back by their friends. A few other members had taken their phones out and were beginning to make calls, obviously inviting others over.

"Our new member seems really strong, huh..." The girl in leather clothes took long strides as she stepped into the arena and stood on the opposite side of Garen. Although her face was very similar to Serena’s, they had extremely different temperaments, making it easy for the crowd to distinguish her identity at once.

She was Serena’s older sister, one of the Vice Presidents, Quentin.

"Do you want to spar with me?" Quentin glared at Garen with narrowed eyes while her slender legs bounced slightly. Her whole body seemed to be shaking slightly as if she was a coiled spring that was being compressed slowly.

"Although I feel somewhat rude to say this to Senior Sister Serena, I must admit that the combat levels here are quite low." Garen calmly disregarded her gaze. No wonder the Blood Breeds looked down on the regular humans. If all the regular people possessed the strength of those in the Secret Technique World, the Blood Breeds would not be able to look down on the humans completely even if they were any stronger, as they would end up suffering unexpected failures.

Unfortunately, the regular people here were nothing like the martial artists of the Secret Technique World.

A thought flashed through his mind before a good idea appeared in Garen’s mind suddenly.

"You’re thinking of leaving?" It was that same voice from earlier again. The new Eastern girl had interrupted him again and was glaring at Garen now. "Even the Vice President is not worth a fight in your eyes, huh?" There were some wrinkles on her brow, and it was obvious that she was somewhat unhappy with Garen’s arrogance.

"Oh??" Garen ignored the emotionally charged crowd around him but looked straight at this girl instead. "The first time, I merely assumed that you possessed acute instincts and that it was a coincidence. But since it occurred a second time, it can’t just be a coincidence."

A panicked look appeared in the girl’s eyes faintly before she evaded Garen’s line of sight.

"I’m just not used to your attitude. You seem polite on the surface, but you’re actually unbelievably arrogant on the inside."

It was true that she had possessed sharp instincts ever since she was young, and was able to read the meanings behind other people’s gazes easily, making it useless no matter how hard they tried to hide it. This was an extremely sensitive talent and was especially useful when she studied psychology on her own and was able to interpret the mentalities of others’ easily.

Garen was interested in this aspect because he knew that if this talent was used during combat, one would be able to guess the thought processes of their opponents, making it an extremely excellent combat technique.

It now seemed that the humans were not just a pile of trash. These new thoughts allowed Garen to look at the girl with newfound interest. Suddenly, an impressive idea flashed in his mind.

They were unlike the Nighthawks who were already set in place. Most of the students here had some potential, especially the girl that stood before him who was even more talented than the rest and seemed to already have good basic physical requirements. If he granted them an Ultimate Technique and chose a Secret technique to pass on to them, they would be able to become experts of a certain standard as long as their resolve was strong enough.

They would not be Grandmasters of Combat but would be martial artists at least.

Garen’s own power values were steadily increasing each day and were constantly being assisted by his potential points. He would have faced a slight threat if he had been swarmed by a group of Vampires years ago, but now he would be able to single-handedly kill dozens of them.

They were only capable of rough and direct attack methods like simple punching, kicking, and biting. To Garen, they were nothing but an eyesore.

During the time from the first year of junior high to high school, Garen was unable to upgrade a significant amount of potential points. However, he was able to break through to the third level of the Slaughtering Hand quickly. This Demonic Technique possessed a terrifying effect that could seize a living creature’s life force, and compared to the two lower levels, the power of the third level did not depend on the evolution of the aspects but was focused on the effects of accumulated power.

As the most powerful Demonic Technique of the Demon King Black Sethe, the most frightening aspect of the Slaughtering Hand was its ability to absorb the life force of living creatures and accumulate it in both of its hands before releasing it when required.

The life force accumulation abilities of the third level were able to increase its destructive power by almost three times. Coupled with Garen’s current basic strength, its power was almost equivalent to the peak powers that he had obtained in the Totem World. However, its range of affected areas was not very large.

In other words, his powers would probably be restored completely in a short span of time. Furthermore, he would be able to reach the Form 6 level of the Totem World.

Solely practicing his Demonic Techniques to reach level three would allow him to approach the godly Form 6 powers of the Totem World, and this made Garen slightly suspicious. However, careful research made him realize that the Soul Seeds were one of the causes.

It seemed that the Soul Seeds possessed certain amplification effects that increased his power greatly whenever he practiced his Secret Techniques.

When he returned to his thoughts, Garen realized that it would be troublesome for him to do the things that he wanted to do in this world if he was alone. Therefore, he needed to find a good helper. Perhaps he would be able to find an acceptable young successor among the normal people to be a helper that would be able to support him.

While strength upgrades were an important aspect to consider, loyalty was another matter as well. Both of these were key requirements that had to be considered, as it would be troublesome if they used the Ultimate Techniques and Secret Techniques that he had taught them against himself in the future.

"What’s your name?" Garen returned to his thoughts and looked at the girl.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a whip-like black shadow flashed beside the right side of his face.

Apparently, it was Quentin. There was a cold expression on her face while she raised her right leg up high and swung it forward while turning her body sideways. Her other leg was placed forward steadily while she struck directly towards the bottom half of Garen’s body.

She used a great amount of force and by listening to the sound of the wind, one could tell that if she was able to kick her opponent’s body, it would certainly be the most undesirable conclusion for a man.

Clap!

Garen caught her leg with one hand and held it with the other, before throwing her towards the left suddenly.

Whoosh!!

A black shadow flew past before Quentin was thrown out of the main door outside the arena at once. A series of screams could be heard outside the door suddenly before the squeaking sound of a body sliding across the floor followed soon after.