Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 43: Resilient Opponent
Zhou Fan observed the old man before him, obviously this figure was unusual, the aura emitted was even stronger compared to Elder Song.
But when he heard the name of the eighth prince, Zhou Fan's water spontaneously changed.
Could this be the eighth prince's plan to separate himself from the third prince? But why was Shao Ziyu after her, was it because of that refusal?
Zhou Fan tried to remain calm, even though the strength of this old man was above him, even far above him, he should not panic. It will only worsen his condition.
Looking at Zhou Fan who was just silent, the old man smiled as he said. "Have you given up, the eighth prince has an attractive offer for you, what if you work for him?"
Zhou Fan's eyes twitched, did that mean he should be the eye of the eighth prince. No, he can't do that.
"You only have five seconds to choose, I hope you give a satisfactory answer." The old man raised his right hand, slowly the index finger standing in reference to the number 'one'.
Zhou Fan was just silent while hardening his jaw, his teeth were really tight even the sound of friction was clearly heard.
The young man would not be able to get away with it easily, having spent half of his strength in the previous fight, he was now faced with a senior fighter.
This was clearly a sword abyss, truly a precipitous path.
"Four, you'd better say. I don't know how many numbers there are before it gets to five." The old man stroked his chin while preparing with a dagger on his waist.
Hem...
Zhou Fan snorted, the young man tightened the grasp of the night blood sword. His left hand threw several recovery pills into his mouth.
"With some recovery pills, it can't even put me in the best situation." Zhou Fan nodded in a complaining tone.
It was a ninth level recovery pill, the best quality he had. But the recovery pill was not able to make it back as usual.
Each recovery pill only helped recover fifty percent of the lost inner power, it meant that it would take a lot of recovery pills to restore the power in arriving at its capacity.
"Li - - "
Trang!
There was no time for the old man to mention the number 'five', the blood sword snatched at an astonishing speed.
However the strength of the old man was in the senior fighter, far above Zhou Fan who was only a five-star emperor fighter. The attack was near spewed out with the dagger now in his right hand.
"Formation of the fire world!"
Zhou Fan shouted out loudly, he set up a space formation that had always been a mainstay.
Actually to use the technique, it is not recommended for more than once in a day. But he had no choice, if not to use the fire realm formation, then there was no possibility of surviving.
The old man who saw the faint wall surrounding him, discordantly laughed disdainfully. He waved a hand about to destroy Zhou Fan's formation with his formation.
Pyars!
Instead of crushing it was destroyed, the formation had not even been formed perfectly, but when the walls of the two formations touched each other, the formation of his was shattered irregularly.
Naturally this astonished him, he who was a senior fighter, was humiliated by a young man with the cultivation of a first-star emperor level fighter? This is definitely an insult.
The old man no longer wanted to play, he prepared with a serious face, making Zhou Fan play with the flames within his formation.
The fire world formation was now completely into a fire world, blazing flames engulfing everything within. Even so the body of the old man remained calm at precisely being.
The old man darted after Zhou Fan, while the young man spread out the night blood sword before his face.
When the daggers clashed with the sword, Zhou Fan's body bounced to the wall of the formation. The old man's strength was really strong, had it not been the night blood sword that clashed, it might have been shattered into dust.
Zhou Fan stood up, he was right in the current bad situation. Ever since dealing with the old man, he had already gone through a fight, still being able to stand it clearly showed just how great a desire to survive.
But Zhou Fan's determination would not change the intentions of the old man who wanted to carry out his duties. With a cold face he again moved to hunt Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan was certainly not just silent, he slashed twice quickly. While swinging the blood sword of the night he shouted 'double slash'.
Along with that the silhouette of two slashes was created, the old man who was speeding away spontaneously advanced a dagger in his right hand, his mouth muttering kamit as if chanting a stance.
From the tip of the dagger came a faint beam of silk thread-like light, the faint beam shot out and lunged at the two silhouettes of slashes.
BLARS!!
The explosion sounded very loud, not only loud but also fierce. Even the space formation created by Zhou Fan was destroyed due to the two moves clashing against each other.
The old man was still standing in his place in shabby clothes, but there were no injuries on his body. In contrast to Zhou Fan who was now lying with a chest wound.
"I've given you an easy choice, but you keep fighting. It's too bad this much potential has to die in my hands." The old man shook his head with a smiling face, he was sorry but on the other hand he felt happy for having completed the task.
"It's time you said goodbye to this world." The old man held the dagger upside down, he was about to stab Zhou Fan who was still lying with his eyes dimmed.
Yet a spear shot out extremely quickly, even the dagger was shattered in a single strike.
The old man's face changed slightly, he then looked for who had thrown the spear at him.
"Who is that?! Out you!" The old man bellowed furiously, but just as the two covered his mouth, a shadowy figure darted and attacked brutally.
Phak... Bugh...
But the old man was still in an alert attitude, he swiftly repelled the empty-handed attack with his bare hands as well.
But the difference in strength between them was very obvious. In the next exchange the old man was already in a depressed position and even his hands were shaking.
The old man was looking for a way to escape, as the opponent advanced a fist quickly he twitched while twisting his legs. Seeing the opponent lowered his head, the old man quickly flapped his stomach.
With that the figure retreated, making the old man manage to escape.
Huhhhhh...
While opening the straw hat, the figure took out a spear that was still stuck beside Zhou Fan's body.
An old man in patchy shabby clothes sat cross-legged beside Zhou Fan's body, when he noticed the robe worn by the young man before him, the master man smiled.
"If it wasn't for the protection of this robe, there's a good chance he'd be gone." The old man then pressed down on some of Zhou Fan's nerve points, especially on the injured chest.
Slowly the bleeding stopped, and the old man once again let out a low sigh.
Fuh...
"Bas on a sloppy boy!"