Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a pit

Albio is a responsible teacher. On the way to the training camp with Saga and Jialong, he started to provide psychological counseling to Jialong.

As they were talking, the three of them passed by the Gladiator Arena.

Two fighters dressed as guards carried out a dying wounded man. The wounded man lying on the stretcher was covered in blood and had multiple fractures, looking as miserable as if he had been hit and crushed by a heavy truck.

"See? This is the cruelty of a fighter. The loser can only be carried out like this. If you don't want to be carried out in the future, you must keep winning!"

Yarubio looked at Jia Long meaningfully and encouraged him:

"If you don't want to end up like this, you have to find a way to become the winner!"

At this moment, two guards happened to pass by the three people carrying the wounded.

"Lord Albio, you are wrong. The one we carried out is the winner."

"What about the loser?"

"We are scanning inside, and we are only two eyeballs away from being complete."

After the guard finished speaking, he carried the stretcher away.

Albio's face turned red, and he glanced at Jaron and Saga awkwardly:

"See, I was right, wasn't I? This is the cruelty of a fighter!"

……

The fighter training camp is located in a large canyon far away from the Zodiac.

The broken pillars, ruins, and carcasses of birds and animals scattered all over the ground reveal the harsh environment of this training camp.

Next to a big rock, there was a group of young men gathered. When they saw Albio coming with Saga and Jarlon, they all looked curious.

“Nowadays, evil is resurrecting all over the world, and the Sanctuary is in a period of transition from the old to the new, so His Holiness the Pope attaches great importance to the training of a new generation of Saints.

Including the two of you, there are 88 candidates selected for this training camp, which is the largest in more than 200 years."

"Because there are too many trainees, this training camp is divided into three echelons. I think with your performance, you can enter the first echelon..."

As they walked, Arubio said, "However, the first echelon is currently full, and there are only 12 spots in this echelon, so if you want to enter, you have to eliminate two of them."

Jia Long asked curiously, "What's the difference between the first echelon?"

Albio replied: "The training of the first team is more brutal! His Holiness the Pope also has higher expectations for this team!"

"Cruel? Expectations?"

Jia Long immediately shook his head when he heard this: "Then I still..."

However, before Jia Long could finish, Saga had already made the choice for him:

"Teacher Albio, let's choose the first tier! Garen and I are confident that we can defeat any competitor!"

Saga's voice was so loud that it not only hurt Jia Long's eardrums, but also attracted the attention of those young men.

They all looked at Jia Long and Saga.

As these young men turned their heads, faces that were both strange and familiar appeared in front of Jia Long, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly, and he saw a flash of golden light before his eyes.

Quiet Mu.

The honest and cheerful Aldebaran.

Arrogant Deathmask.

Hot-blooded Aiolia.

Milo with a smirk on his face.

Serious Aiolos.

The fierce Shura.

Cool Camus.

And Aphrodite, who is like a little girl.

How can this be called the first echelon of reserve fighters?

This is clearly the children's version of the Golden Saint Seiya Party, right?

and many more.

Apart from the remaining two passers-by, why does the bald guy standing next to him look so familiar?

This bald boy has a handsome appearance, but his expression is dull, and he seems indifferent to everything outside.

The figure seems to be integrated with the nature.

It gives people the feeling that they are not facing a young boy, but a Buddhist monk who is well versed in Zen principles.

Well, at least he is a novice monk.

Seeing that Jia Long had been staring at the bald boy, Arubio introduced him casually:

"His name is Shaka, and he comes from the Eastern Buddhist Realm. Don't be fooled by his dull appearance. In the Buddhist Realm, he is known as the reincarnation of Buddha. Well, in terms of telekinesis, you may not be able to beat him."

"Shaka?!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3: Rise Up! The Powerful Twins (Part )

"They are Saga and Garlon, the reserve fighters from the Spartan Acropolis. Starting today, they will join our training camp, and their goal is to become your first echelon..."

After the first echelon of members gathered, Albio briefly introduced Jaron and Saga, and then went straight to the point, saying lightly:

"You all know the rules, who will be their opponent?"

"I come!"

As soon as Albio finished speaking, a blond boy jumped out first.

What surprised Jia Long was that this blond boy was not the little golden ones he had been paying attention to before, but a stranger.

He has a tall figure, handsome looks, and a narcissistic expression on his face.

"Saga, Kanon, let the most handsome Mesidi in my Sanctuary be your opponent!"

"Come at me both of you, I'm afraid one person won't be enough. It will be the greatest honor of your life to be defeated by my extremely handsome Meisidi!"

Misdi stood proudly in front of Saga and Jialong, exuding a strong sense of self-confidence, as if saying, "I'm just giving you face by beating both of you alone."

"You want to fight me and Garen alone?!"

Misty's contempt made Saga doubly angry, but besides being angry, he was also a little subdued.

After all, this is a holy place!

It is true that he and Garlon are invincible among their peers in the Acropolis of Sparta, but it is hard to say in the Holy Land, because all the young geniuses from the eighty-eight continents of the earth are gathered here, and there may be people of the same age who can defeat their brothers.

For example, Misty in front of us!

"Mesdi, I know you are very strong, but as a reserve fighter, I, Saga, will never win by sheer numbers. Even if I lose to you, I will continue to fight with the greatest courage!"

"Saga, are you begging for mercy from me by saying this?"

"No, I am expressing my determination to fight to the death."

After Saga finished speaking, he walked to the opposite side of Misty with a firm face. Then his bones began to crackle, and he crossed his hands and raised them above his head, making a rare starting posture in fighting skills.

"Is Saga going to use that move?"

Seeing Saga's stance, Jia Long, who was watching, was suddenly shocked. He knew that Saga was going to attack with all his strength.

Saga is a rare combat genius. When he was training in Sparta City, he could learn many fighting skills just by watching them once. What he is best at is combining telekinesis with physical strength to unleash explosive power that far exceeds the limits of the human body.

Saga gave this fighting technique a very middle school name...

Heaven-shattering and earth-splitting fist!

The name of the fighting skill is very lame.

But it is extremely powerful and can blow several tons of rock into pieces. It can be called the substitute fighter version of Galaxy Starburst.

After all, no one has awakened their microcosm yet, so they will most likely die if hit by such a blow.

"What's this strange posture?"

Other onlookers also looked at him curiously.

At this moment, Saga roared:

"Mesidi, let me, Saga, use the greatest secret of my life to pay tribute to you, the powerful Saint!"

With this roar, a huge wave of mental power emerged from Saga's body, then swirled and gathered in his hands. The rotating mental power waves made Saga's clothes crackle.

Saga's long blue hair also stood up, and his astonishing power made everyone terrified.

“Heaven-shattering and Earth-splitting Fist!!”

Saga swung his hands, and instantly the air in front of him seemed to have detonated concentrated explosives, and a powerful shock wave visible to the naked eye slammed into Misty in front of him.

"Air defense wall!"

Misty never dreamed that Saga would be so powerful.

At this moment, he didn't even have time to put away the arrogance that looked down on everything on his face. He quickly stretched out his hands and sent out a mental defense wave.

"boom!"

The Heaven-shattering and Earth-splitting Fist hit the air defense wall with a deafening sound. Then the force of the collision spread like a strong wind, blowing the dirt, rocks and gravel on the ground into the sky.

The scene is truly spectacular!

But the most spectacular thing was not the flying dirt, rocks and gravel, but a circling and dancing figure in the air. The figure rotated more than 36000 degrees in the sky before falling from the air, spraying blood.

"Mesdi?!"

The young fighters watching the fight were dumbfounded and were shocked for several seconds before they came to their senses.

On the other side, Saga, who caused all this, was also dumbfounded.

“This… is it?!”

Saga never dreamed that Misty, who looked so awesome, would be so weak that he couldn't even take his attack, causing him to build up his emotions in vain.

"I finally remembered! This guy is the Silver Saint of Lizard..."

Jia Long on the side also rubbed his forehead in annoyance: "Ah, after all, it was a comic I read when I was a kid, it's been too long, I only remember there was a stupid guy who kept saying he wanted to drill holes in Mu's body, but I forgot his specific name."

"What are you still standing there for? Go save him! Otherwise he will fall to his death!"

"Yes, save people!"

Just as the little fighters reacted and prepared to rescue people, a chain appeared out of nowhere and directly tied up Mesdy in the sky and pulled him back to the ground.

"It's okay. He was just hit by a force that's not even as strong as the Black Iron-level fighting skills. With Meisidi's physique, the most he could do is have broken bones, shattered internal organs, and be completely disfigured. How can it be that easy to die?"

It was Alrubio who took the shot.

After his habitual catchphrase, Albio picked up the seriously injured Misty and handed her to one of the little fighters.

"Milo, you have trained with Nakasis the Great Lord, so I will leave him to you to heal."

"Don't worry, Mr. Albio, as long as Misty is still alive, I can bring him back to life!"

Milo happily took Misty and held her aside.

Then, Milo turned his back to everyone and raised a slender and powerful finger high in the air. There seemed to be a flame of mental power burning at the fingertips.

"Mesdi, let me inject the burning life into your delicate body!"

"what!!"

Sharp screams echoed through the sky.

As Milo pointed his finger, Misty, who was lying dead on the ground, suddenly struggled and screamed frantically, making a heart-wrenching cry, giving people a miserable feeling that life was worse than death.

"Sigh~"

All the little fighters, including Jia Long and Saga, gasped in surprise. This Milo was too scary!

Just at this moment, Milo turned his head with a satisfied look on his face and gave the little fighters a sunny smile.

"I look forward to healing you and injecting my burning life into your delicate bodies..."