Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a pit

Milo smiled innocently.

The young fighters felt a chill on their backs, as if they saw the deadly poison needle hidden behind his sunny smile!

"Never get hurt again, never fall into this man's hands!"

At this moment, everyone present reached a consensus.

"What are you looking at? Keep fighting!"

"Saga has won, Kanon, it's your turn..."

Arubio's voice rang out, he glanced at Jia Long, and pointed at the little fighter casually:

"Well...your opponent is Deathmask!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 4: Rise Up! The Powerful Twins (Part )

"Is it finally my turn?"

At Arubio's signal, Jaron stood up with a relaxed demeanor.

Different from Saga, who is full of lofty ideals.

Jia Long's purpose of coming to the Holy Land is very simple, he just wants to become stronger!

In his own way.

On the other side, a little fighter with an afro came out.

Deathmask!

One of the future famous aquatic duo.

"You two little blue-haired boys, don't think that defeating Meisudi is so great. Everyone in the first echelon has defeated him before. I, Deathmask, even beat him three or five times every day..."

"He's just a poor guy who got delusional because of abuse. He's totally different from us!"

Deathmask held his head high and stood in front of Jarlong.

Even though Saga had just shown great fighting power, it didn't seem to affect Deathmask. He still had an arrogant expression on his face and spoke with great confidence.

"Come on, little blue-haired boy! Let me show you my strongest punch! I promise I won't kill you!"

Deathmask's tone was almost identical to that of the arrogant Mesdy. After he finished speaking, he shook his whole body and assumed an extremely domineering fighting stance.

If it was Saga who acted like this, he might believe it and treat him as the second Meizhatian.

But Jia Long is different.

He knows Deathmask's background better than anyone else. Even if he becomes a Gold Saint in the future, he is still a necromancer wearing a gold armor, right?

The strongest punch?

He has the strongest punch at all. What's the point of a mage pretending to be a warrior?

But...this is a good opportunity.

"Okay, Afro, I, Garlon, love fist-to-flesh combat the most! Today I will see your strongest...fist! Let's see who is the strongest...fighter between the two of us!"

With a slight smile on his lips, Jia Long pounced on Deathmask like a black lightning. He jumped up, raised his legs, and kicked his opponent. His movements were smooth and seamless, showing his strong fighting ability.

Even more powerful is the force this kick carries.

As the strong wind whistled, the air in front of the soles of the feet was squeezed into air waves visible to the naked eye, making a roar like an explosion!

"Sonic Kick?!"

The young fighters watching the fight all showed surprised expressions, and even Aiolos's expression became solemn.

"This is a powerful warrior who is no less powerful than Saga!"

"Yeah, Garlon is very powerful."

As a telekinetic master, Mu Ze showed a playful expression:

"Unfortunately, his opponent is Deathmask, a man who is good at manipulating souls..."

Mu didn't finish his words.

There was a loud muffled sound, and it turned out that Jia Long's kick hit the target directly.

But what was strange was that the moment Jia Long kicked Deathmask, a ghost surrounded by soul fire flew out of the latter's body and counterattacked towards his opponent with fangs and claws.

The sudden attack had no time for Jia Long to retract his legs. A huge force burst out, kicking Deathmask more than ten meters away like a cannonball.

And the ferocious ghost took the opportunity to approach him.

"Stupid guy, you've been fooled! Look at my greatest secret, Deathmask's Soul Binding Telekinetic Wave!"

The ghost was none other than Deathmask's soul. No one knew how he condensed it out of his body. As soon as it approached Jia Long, it immediately extended and turned into a telekinetic wave filled with the breath of death, rushing towards Jia Long with a weird laugh.

The soul is tangible but intangible and is not afraid of any physical attack.

The two sides were very close to each other, and even if the other party ran away immediately, it would be difficult to escape his pursuit.

Therefore, Deathmask, who felt that he had won, became a little proud.

"So what if you are strong? A guy with a brain full of muscles is doomed to be defeated by a true wise man!"

"What's funny is that this little blue-haired boy actually thinks I'm a warrior. You know, I, Deathmask, am a powerful soul telekineticist, a true necromancer!"

"Although I can't really kill him because of Albio-sensei, I can extract his soul and play with it. It just so happens that my collection is missing a pair of twin masks..."

Although he was feeling elated, Deathmask's actions did not slow down at all. The soul-binding telepathic wave transformed from his soul rushed in front of Jia Long in an instant.

However, to Deathmask's surprise, facing his greatest secret, Jia Long had no intention of escaping.

Instead, she gave him a bright smile.

He also took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Has he given up resistance?"

"Humph! Do you think I will let you go just like that? Impossible! Even though I have no friends in the training camp and feel lonely, I don't want to make friends with a handsome guy like you!

Being handsome is the original sin, go to hell! "

Just as Deathmask was about to kill him, he suddenly heard Jia Long on the other side utter five words word by word:

"Another Dimension·Whirlpool!"

In an instant, Jia Long's mental power gathered in front of him, the void twisted, and a huge vortex of another dimension appeared. Deathmask, who was rushing towards him, was unable to stop and crashed directly into the dimensional space inside the vortex...

"Oh my god, you're also a telekinetic user? And a rare space-type user?!"

"So you've been waiting to trick me!"

The dimensional space contains the power of time and space. When Deathmask's soul entered, it only had time to let out a few angry roars before it quickly disappeared into the endless dimensional space, and no one knew where it was teleported to.

"If you didn't want to trick me, how would I have the chance to trick you? Deathmask, you should reflect on yourself in your time and space exile..."

Jia Long shook his head, retracted the power in his palm, and closed the vortex of the other dimension.

After doing all this, Jia Long turned around with a relaxed expression, dusted off his clothes which were not stained with a trace of dust, and walked back to his seat as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the little fighters watching the fight all had wonderful expressions.

"I was wrong, he is actually a space telepath!"

Mu was upset about his misjudgment, but he looked at Jia Long with more regret: "Such a powerful telekinesis, it's a pity not to use it to repair the holy clothes!"

Arudiba on the side agreed with Mu's point of view: "It can also be used for cooking!

With this guy's terrifying telekinesis, he can definitely control dozens of kitchen knives at the same time. How enviable!"

"So strong!"

Looking at Jia Long's figure, Aiolia was eager to try.

"Isn't it handsome?"

Aphrodite beside him snorted disapprovingly: "Mom said that a boy's strength is only temporary, but being handsome is a lifelong thing!"

Camus on the other side showed an admiring look: "Is this the legendary gifted person? I really want to personally guide his practice if I have the chance..."

"Forget it, Camus. You want to teach him with your level? Are you looking for trouble? But, come to think of it, I also quite like being a teacher..."

Milo had left Misty behind without knowing when, and stood beside Camus, saying with longing:

"It's a pity that I have never been out of the Holy Land since I was a child. I heard that girls' schools outside are short of health teachers. I really want to play the role!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 5: Simulation! Mirror Image of Space and Time

The little golden ones were full of emotion, but the three most powerful ones remained calm.

Saga remained calm because he knew Jia Long too well. Winning this battle was normal, and losing would be shocking.

Aiolos acted calm because he liked passionate battles. The endless battles of telekinesis really did not arouse his interest.

As for Shaka's calmness, it was because...

He fell asleep!

His eyes were tightly closed and his nose was emitting an even "Hum~Hum~" sound. If you didn't look carefully, you would think he was chanting Sanskrit mantras and contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

There is another "passerby", a young man with green standing hair, who also has no sense of existence, because he is huddled in a corner at this time, in extreme doubt about his life.

"We are both twins, why is he, Garlon, so strong, while I, Xuedu, am so weak?"

"These guys in the first echelon are all perverts. The only one I can beat is Meisudi. Now Meisudi is finished. Am I the next punching bag?"

"Brother, I want to go back to the second echelon. Princess Hilda, I miss the eternal frozen land of my hometown!"

……

Jaron came to Albio.

"Mr. Albio, did I pass?"

"Well, you did well. Garlon, although you lack courage, you did not waste your talent. Very good, from today on, you will be a member of the first echelon."

After Albio finished speaking, he waved to the other young fighters:

"Alright, stop watching and gather!"

Soon, the first echelon was assembled, and the 12 little fighters stood neatly in a row.

Jia Long and Saga also joined the queue, replacing Deathmask and Misty respectively.

Seeing the young fighters standing respectfully, Albio nodded with satisfaction, put on a serious expression, and began his lecture as an instructor.

"From today on, Saga and Kanon are members of the first echelon. Before the challengers of the second echelon appear, they will practice with you as fighters and work hard to become true Saints together!"

"Since they have just arrived at the Sanctuary, they do not understand the rules of the Sanctuary, especially the rules that His Holiness the Pope has summarized over the past 200 years, such as the Eight Commandments of Saints, the Ten Strict Prohibitions, the One Hundred Codes of Conduct, etc."

"So, in accordance with the Pope's request, I will take advantage of the opportunity of the new members joining today to reiterate the rules of the Sanctuary and explain them to you one by one.

First, the Eight Precepts..."

An hour passed.

Albio continued to talk.

Jia Long was already drowsy from listening. He took advantage of Albio's inattention to secretly look at the other young fighters and found that their conditions were almost the same as his.

The only one who listened with great interest was Aiolos, the future Sagittarius, the successor to the Pope, a man who would rather be beaten to death than violate the rules and wear the holy garments.

It is worthy of being called a walking dogma!

Jia Long considered himself not a dogmatic person, so as expected, he deserted.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness entered his brain.

There is a small dimensional space in Jia Long's brain. In the center of the space, there is a mirror with an ancient shape and full of cracks floating, emitting a faint light.

In his previous life, Jia Long traveled through time when he was looking in a mirror. At that time, he was preparing to attend a job interview, but his soul was sucked into the mirror inexplicably.

After a long journey through time and space, Jia Long's soul finally traveled through time and space to the body of the young Garlon.

The mirror followed.