Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 97: Turmoil at the Southern Border
After the departure of Leng Shui as well as Elder Yan, Zhou Fan was left alone with the first prince unconscious in his place.
Zhou Fan was actually hoping that Elder Yan could help out more by facing the eighth prince's army, making it easier to obtain the ninth level beast crystal stored in the palace's treasure room.
But that hope would never be fulfilled because the Ice Tower Sect elder had already darted away.
Awu's...
Zhou Fan's eyes immediately shimmered, he circulated his gaze and combed around. That voice was none other than Zhou Jim's howl, surely the wolf found something.
Awwwuu...
The howls grew longer, making the look in Zhou Fan's eyes turn sharp.
Wush...
Without saying much Zhou Fan darted, as he traversed a building he could see Zhou Jim hunting a black-robed figure.
Zhou Fan quickened his footsteps, he hunted down the black-robed figure.
Zhou Fan's movements were faster, within several tens of breaths the distance of the two was only five six steps.
The figure seems to know if it will not be able to escape if it continues to run, he twisted his body and jumped while removing a small needle from the sleeve of clothes.
The slap!
The slap!
Zhou Fan twitched perfectly, not a single needle lodged in his body.
But the attack had not ended, the black-robed figure took out a black pouch from behind the clothes then threw it at Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan did not know what the black bag contained, so he tried not to catch it and preferred to avoid it.
However, the black-robed figure knew of his intentions and herding a needle blew the black bag away.
Plash!
The red powder spread blocked the view, besides its fragrant aroma almost made Zhou Fan complacent. "Damn, this is poison!"
Zhou Fan's hand shook vigorously, the powder instantly flew swept away by the wind.
For a moment Zhou Fan just stood up while looking at the darting black-robed figure. He was not worried about losing track because Zhou Jim was still following him.
Zhou Fan took out a recovery pill, swallowing it one gulp. "If I'm late to realize, maybe it'll be bad."
The poison belonging to the black-robed figure had a fragrant aroma, this was what made the poison even more deadly. If you were late to realize one or two breaths, maybe Zhou Fan was already affected by the effects of the poison.
Awu!
Zhou Jim's howl once again sounded, the red-furred wolf seemed to know what to do. Seeing Zhou Fan need a hint he immediately gave his voice.
Unwilling to waste too much time, Zhou Fan chased after the black-robed figure with the help of Zhou Jim. It did not take long to appear before the eyes of an old man, he groaned in pain with a scratch on the back.
Five steps away from the old man, looking dashing a red wolf. Of course the wolf was Zhou Jim, who had managed to cripple the black-robed figure.
Zhou Fan walked over to Zhou Jim, stroking the head of the wolf that had a waist-high body.
"Good job, after I get back I'll prepare the grilled meat for you." Zhou Fan again stroked Zhou Jim's head, making the wolf bark three times.
Auk... Auk... Auk...
Zhou Fan withdrew his hand, approaching the old man who was slowly taking a step back from him.
"Who are you?" zhou Fan asked as he equalized his height against the old man.
But the old man still insisted to stay away, even with the condition of himself who sat down and wounds on the back.
"Who are you?" Once again Zhou Fan asked.
"Ak-I, I was one of the first prince's troops."
Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes, was it too frightening to admit that he was the first prince's army? However it was very reasonable, considering that the army of the first orince was crushed without mercy.
Zhou Fan's eyes unintentionally pointed to the sidelines of the old man's clothes before him. Looking at a jade hanging there, he arched a faint smile. "You sure you're the first prince's army?" ask Zhou Fan.
For a moment the old man hesitated, but before long he nodded confidently. "I was one of the first prince's troops, didn't I just be here enough to prove it?"
Zhou Fan muttered, "You're right too, but... "
Srak!
"You should have hidden this jade properly." Zhou Fan curled the jade in front of the old man's face.
"What are you doing?!" The old man grabbed the jade and put it back into his clothes bag.
"You are the eighth prince, but you are among the first prince's army. I don't think the eighth prince thinks forward enough." Zhou Fan clapped his hands a few times, then pulled his body to get up.
"What are you saying, ak-- "
Crash it!
"I don't care what you say." Zhou Fan cut off the old man's speech, along with it the slashing sword of the old man's head.
Hem...
The black eyes looked around, "In the army of the first prince there is an eighth prince, he must have a great man by his side. Somehow the army is fighting at the southern border."
The southern border of Chen City...
"Patriarch Song, didn't I think you had risen to become a one-star saint warrior?"
An old man dressed in blue said in a cynical tone. His eyes looked at Patriarch Song with a look of disdain.
"Patriarch Hao, long time no see turns out you didn't level up either. If it's not your age that's a hundred years or so, being able to reach the level of a one-star saint warrior is truly a great talent." This sentence came out of Patriarch Song's mouth.
Huh!
Patriarch Hao snorted, he knew the intention of this tia man before him was to compare potentials between them. Damn he lost in this.
"It turns out that in your stronghold there are also three holy warriors. It's very surprising." Patriarch Song's smile grew clearer, quite capable of upsetting the Hao Clan's Patriarch.
In this battle the eighth prince's stronghold was actually very confident of being able to win, considering they had the addition of a saint fighter who had just leveled up. However it was unexpected that the Song Clan had the support of the Heavenly Heart Sect and moreover Patriarch Song had risen in level making the number of holy fighters equally three.
"Prince, are we just silent and looking at each other?" asked Patriarch Hao who was already starting to get annoyed with Patriarch Song's words.
"Why ask, just go ahead if you have the courage." Patriarch Song smiled contemptuously, he and also Patriarch Hao knew each other. Although not in one generation they have met in a tournament.
"Prince... " Patriarch Hao stared in seriousness, making the eighth prince let out a long sigh.
"You're a coward, is it that after you get old your guts get smaller?" Patriarch Song laughed, he had already brought the ledang in his hands.
Hearing this Patriarch Hao's anger grew even more. However Patriarch Song was not finished yet and continued to issue sharp sentences. "The money may diminish, but the determination must always burn."
"Much talk!"
Patriarch Hao darted with a machete in his hand, unceasingly shaking his head.
Trank!
A smile was clearly visible on Patriarch Song's face, "Too fast, old man!"