Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 10: Getting the First Crystal
"Because the request was granted by the emperor's father, it was not considered a bet. Find another, I still want to bet." Shao Ziyu glanced at Shao Mingrui.
"What do you want?" Shao Mingrui did not want to waste any time on nonsense, he went straight to the question that the eighth prince had indeed been waiting for.
"Third brother, you take care of the east, especially Bei Xian City. If you lose then you have to open a trade line." Shao Ziyu said with a wise face, not looking to keep any ill will on his face.
He is very good at theatrics.
Shao Mingrui was well aware of the purpose of his eighth sister, opening the trade route that he had previously closed tightly, was akin to opening the door for a snake.
All the information as well as the power he had gathered would come to the surface. And it won't all end well.
"Opening trade routes would have a good impact on the empire. I'm not doing this for myself either."
Hearing those words Shao Mingrui clucked in annoyance, she could not resist, but also could not accept.
What if Zhou Fan lost, all the efforts that had been planned for so many years would be in vain. Who would bet, this was tantamount to carrying a pile of gold to pass through a wooden bridge.
All waited for Shao Mingrui's decision, but the third prince simply stayed in his place.
"Okay, I'll take this bet. And if you lose, the power of He City will be mine." Shao Mingrui's words left everything in the hall dumbfounded.
All the princes had gained the power to lead a territory. The eighth prince was the owner of He City, but now the third prince requested that the eighth prince hand over power if he lost the bet.
"This third prince is really greedy, I don't think his meal is big either."
"This choice is a little difficult, if the eighth prince loses the power of He City, he no longer has territory, it will hinder his journey to the throne of the emperor."
Shao Ziyu clenched his hands, he could not risk this matter. But to retreat he could not.
"Third brother, I think you're too much." Shao Ziyu smiled awkwardly, scratching the nape of the head that was not itchy.
Shao Mingrui replied with a cynical smile. "At the time of my departure towards the Capital, I was confronted by assassins, and it happened in He City, I wanted to search for them. Wouldn't it be easy to become your own power?"
Once again Shao Mingrui's words left everything in the hall dumbfounded.
The city of He was the power of the eighth prince, the third prince was attacked in the city. Is the assassin related to the eighth prince?
Shao Ziyu felt his body sweat, he had not expected Shao Mingrui to say about the killer.
But with great clarity his tongue stood. "Maybe it's just a coincidence, because City He's been very rampant in the past few days about such a case."
Shao Ziyu wiped his sweat-soaked forehead, then said again. "Third brother, I can't risk the power of He City. What about the two percent income of He City, it would belong to Bei Xian City if Bong Heteng lost."
Shao Mingrui agreed with this proposal, although He City was not the largest city, He City had no small income, it was because this city was in a very strategic place.
Zhou Fan, who was just quietly waiting, could prepare to fight. Likewise with Bong Heteng, both of them have prepared with their respective swords.
Emperor Shao signaled to start the fight, along with that the two people directly lunged at each other.
No one held back the strength, they were fighting at full power, even though the fight had just begun.
Trangs... Trink...
Zhou Fan used the sword god technique, while Bong Heteng brought out a technique that he called the 'emotional sword technique'.
The awesomeness of both Techniques was beyond doubt, the level of understanding Bong Heteng had also not lost to Zhou Fan. But under certain conditions Bong Heteng was superior due to a higher cultivation level.
Although Zhou Fan was very confident that he could defeat Bong Heteng if he used the 'fire world formation', he could not do that because he had to be careful in using the technique.
After clashing for some time, the two jumped to take distance.
"Damn it, if it wasn't for my cultivation being on it, I don't know if I could still survive. The sword technique used was really strange, it was completely incomprehensible where he would slash."
Bong Heteng had just this time faced off against a person who understood swordsmanship very well.
Previously he had thought that it would be very difficult to find someone who was an expert in swordsmanship, who would have thought if today came a young man who opened his eyes wide.
Bong Heteng twisted the sword in his hand, as the sword advanced forward, the middle-aged man leapt in.
Zhou Fan snorted, along with it the night blood sword repelled the attack.
Prangs...
The two exchanged attacks again, whether it was a slash of jiga kibasan they continued to do in order to get the victory.
But they did not also end the fight, the sword duel still continued even longer the more intense the slash.
For everyone who is there, don't be asked how they react. Although in terms of cultivation many were above the two figures who were fighting, the level of understanding towards sword techniques was still very lagging behind.
Shao Mingrui was hoping to be anxious, he had already bet, and he hoped to win. Similarly, the eighth prince who looks anxious because the fight does not also show who the winner.
I don't know how many times they have clashed, which obviously there have been more than a hundred attacks that they have slammed. Their body condition was also no better than each other, both of them were messed up with messy slashed clothes.
Zhou Fan clenched his left hand, he tightened the sword grip on his right hand. "For Wei'er's sake I can't give up."
With a smoldering determination the young man puffed out his chest, seeing that the opponent was already a little weak, he darted out with the rest of his strength.
Bong Heteng had not given up, although with a somewhat stiff body he spread his sword.
Tranks...
The night blood sword struck Bong Heteng's sword, as the two forces within clashed, a faint gleam of light emanated.
Blars!
Bong Heteng's sword was thrown far away, even out of the arena. The middle-aged man's face looked bad, not expecting defeat to come at him.
No less bad, Shao Ziyu's facial expression was truly grim. He had promised to hand him a percent of City He's income, however the two percent was not small. There may be tens of thousands.
In contrast to the eighth prince, Shao Mingrui smiled happily, even he could not cover up happiness by prancing violently.
Slowly Zhou Fan descended the arena, trying to ignore the existence of Bong Heteng who was still standing there. He walked closer towards the third prince.
Everyone's gaze was now fully directed towards him, he was like a lamp in the darkness.