Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 113: Challenging Without Respect
The Patriarch of the Heng Clan twitched his lips, not expecting a man to be so high on himself.
But if you pay attention, this man is indeed handsome, as he said. Even more handsome when compared to him when he was young.
"Yes, your name is Zhou Fan. But why did you go up the altar of contention?"
Zhou Fan pulled a slight corner of his lips, "Patriark, the selection is not finished yet. I will represent the Heng Clan in the great inter-clan tournament in Hong City."
"Please!"
From below an old man exclaimed loudly, showing Zhou Fan furiously. "Who do you have the right to decide the decisions taken by the patriarch. Five candidates have been decided, it's inviolable."
Zhou Fan glanced at the old man who seemed to be one of the elders. He had not yet said, Heng Biyen preceded him. "Third elder, why are you so panicked. Are you worried that your son's position will be shifted?"
Heng Ziya-the third elder's eyes reddened in anger. "Silent you're the second elder. It has nothing to do with you."
Heng Biyen laughed. "Third elder, look who is he coming with? She is my daughter's fiancee, she will represent the Heng Clan in the inter-clan tournament."
Heng Ziya stared ferociously at Zhou Fan, while teaching him to try to find out the power of the man who was claimed to be Heng Biyu's fiancee-daughter Heng Biyen.
When he found nothing but a pitch-black passageway, the old man narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with me, why can't I see the level of his cultivation?"
Heng Ziya was in disbelief, he tried to turn his gaze to one of the youths, and he could clearly see the level of his cultivation that was at the emperor realm fighter.
Once again the old man looked at Zhou Fan's place, but the result he got was unchanged, just a dark passageway, as if he was standing before a tall and large wall.
"He must have used an heirloom object that could block everyone's vision of his cultivation base." Heng Ziya nodded, this possibility that deeply entered his mindset.
"You're Yu'er's fiancee?"
As the clan patriarch asked, doubtfully Zhou Fan nodded.
Huft...
A sigh sounded out from the two nostrils of the clan patriarch. "The election has been finalized, five candidates have been determined. It would be unfair to replace one of them."
"Was the interests of the clan not so important. After all who acts unfairly, is not the election to choose the right candidate. Then why not decide by fighting? Who would best be seen while 'talking' on the battle altar."
Hearing this the patriarch of the clan fell silent, he was actually also curious about how powerful Zhou Fan-one who was being glorified by the second elder.
"Alright, this is also for the good of the clan. Therefore I allow you to challenge one of the five candidates." Hearing the patriarch of the clan, a smile immediately appeared on Zhou Fan's face.
This way the opportunity to enter the tournament was wide open and most importantly the path to the sixth crystal beast was getting smoother.
"I chose him," Zhou Fan said as he pointed to one of the candidates with origin.
After observing the five candidates, they were nothing more than senior fighters, even the highest ones were five-star senior fighters. Choosing one of them originally would not matter to him either.
"Damn! Second elder, you must have been on purpose!" Heng Ziya was furious as he looked at his son who was appointed by Zhou Fan.
"Hahaha, are you afraid that your son will lose?" Heng Biyen laughed so happily, he was very confident that Zhou Fan could defeat Heng Su-son Heng Ziya.
Zhou Fan himself did not know, he just pointed. It was unexpected that it was the son of the third elder, the elder who had since been squawking was unclear.
This made him excited, as if choosing the right opponent.
"You take it easy, Dad, facing someone like me just needs a few moves." The man Zhou Fan pointed at jumped onto the altar of battle.
Only a three-star senior fighter, so loudly said it would defeat him in a few moves. It's ridiculous!
It was not arrogant, just that looking from the cultivation level was absolutely impossible.
While under the altar of battle Heng Biyen held back a laugh with all her might. Just imagine, he would have to give up on the hands of this young man, but Heng Su was very confident that he would win. I really don't know the depths of the ocean.
Although it was very difficult to admit, indeed this Zhou Fan possessed unimaginable strength, even juxtaposing with the patriarch of the clan he could not guess who would indeed if the two were to fight.
"Are you ready?" The question instantly drew out all the words to look at the middle of the battle altar, this time mediating was the patriarch of his own clan.
Zhou Fan nodded, as did Heng Su.
"I will defeat you in a few moves," said the son of the third elder as he pulled the sword from the scabbard.
Zhou Fan silently did not respond, but his calm demeanor instead made Heng Su even more furious.
Get started!
When the word came out from the mouth of the clan patriarch, Heng Su unreservedly attacked. He pulled out a style he called 'thundering thunder'.
But the attack instantly disappeared as Zhou Fan's field moved to slash at him.
Heng Su's eyes were wide. But he refused to believe and deceived himself by saying 'just coincidence'.
Trank!
Trank!
The sword duel went fiercely, even though Zhou Fan was currently not issuing any attacks at all, he was fully defensive.
Five six seven eight or even dozens of attacks had passed, but none of his attempts could leave a scratch on the opponent's clothes.
Heng Su's face turned ugly, but he still denied that he was not capable enough to deal with Zhou Fan.
"Why, didn't you say you could beat me with just a few moves." Zhou Fan smiled cynically, he wanted to show his opponent this what strength meant. Never judge an opponent before knowing his strength.
Wosh's...
Zhou Fan charged forward, Heng Su was still in shock, Zhou Fan's speed was not within his reach.
Whuts...
Brak!
With just one strike the third elder's son crashed out of the battle altar. All eyes were centered on Zhou Fan, other than Heng Biyu and his father no one would have thought that Heng Su would lose by a landslide.
"Su'er!" Heng Ziya immediately shot to where Heng Su was, he held his son's head.
For a moment Heng Ziya examined the state of his son, after confirming only ordinary injuries, he got up and climbed onto the battle altar.
The clan patriarch who saw the arrival of the third elder instantly put on a body. "The third elder, in a fight there is always a loss and a win."
Heng Ziya glanced at a glance, then snorted and came back down. "One can hurt me, but hurt my son, I won't just let him go!"
Not afraid or anxious, Zhou Fan smiled. "Unable to accept reality is the attitude of a loser!"