Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 112: Jemari Sakti
"Elder, -- "
"No need to say, I already know. A fighter if he dares to fight must dare to accept defeat." Heng Biyen took off one of her rings, "Take it."
Zhou Fan caught on perfectly, then checked whatever was inside.
But his eyes blinked a few times looking at the contents inside the ring. "Chairman, are you kidding me?"
Heng Biyen chuckled, "I gave you the ring as I said, everything inside is yours. Is something wrong?"
Zhou Fan snorted, then took out the contents inside the ring. "I don't think this old man is sneaky either. There were only a thousand banknotes in the ring, but he said as if risking his entire fortune."
"Wise your time." Heng Biyen was still laughing, she left Zhou Fan still unmoved on the battle altar.
Hem!
Zhou Fan came down and walked towards Heng Biyu who was standing some distance away from his place.
"I have to tell you, Dad was a very careful man. He never kept his wealth in the ring he held in his hand. All stored in the ring that became the pendant on his necklace."
Zhou Fan was speechless, why did this woman not say such an important thing from the start. If he knew the reality, he could have asked for the storage ring as a betting item.
"I'll escort you to the room," bargained Heng Biyu who directly pointed the way and Zhou Fan followed behind.
After Zhou Fan's departure, the younger generation of the Heng Clan was mentally exposed. They seem to lose the spirit to practice. Zhou Fan's achievement of being able to defeat the second elder, really made them depressed.
Looking from the age, they were five to ten years older. But they can't even be compared to him. The training they had done seemed futile.
While on the other side Zhou Fan had reached the room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed.
Auk!
Zhou Fan's eyes widened, he almost forgot Zhou Jim who was still in his cloak pocket. The tiny wolf leaped out right after Zhou Fan opened his black robe wide.
"Jim, are you hungry?"
Auk!
The wolf nodded, then paled while rubbing its head at Zhou Fan's feet.
Zhou Fan took out a piece of meat, threw it over and was captured perfectly by Zhou Jim.
Hem...
"When are you gonna break through?" Zhou Fan looked at Zhou Jim who was busy with meat on his muzzle. Currently Zhou Jim had become a level seven beast, his strength was on par with a three-star senior fighter.
Tok tok...
The knock on the door made Zhou Fan stand up and walk over to open it. He wondered who would come into his room in the middle of the night like this. Could it be Heng Biyu, or Heng Biyen?
Unwilling to guess, Zhou Fan directly opened the door. And just as he had thought before, it was Heng Biyu.
"What's wrong?" ask her to the daughter of the second elder of the Heng Clan.
For a moment Heng Biyu just kept silent, then started to open his voice. "Do you need a friend to spend the night?"
Heng Biyu's question made Zhou Fan squint, he looked seriously at the woman before him. "No need."
"Don't be in a hurry, you can consider it."
Hearing this Zhou Fan shook his head. "If there's nothing else, I'll close the door."
Seeing that Heng Biyu was just silent, Zhou Fan walked in and closed the door of the room.
Zhou Fan sat his body on the edge of the bed, Heng Biyu's words still ringing in his head. But by strengthening himself he rejected these thoughts, he must remember if he his wife must be waiting for his return. Don't let them be disappointed.
After all he had ten fingers that were more than enough to accompany his night.
...
The night passed and the day changed. The atmosphere this morning the residence of the Heng Clan was quite crowded with many people gathered at the battle altar.
No one knew why so many people had gathered, which was clear they had an announcement to gather from the patriarch of the clan.
Leaving the battle altar so ravenous with his frenzy, a young man was still lying on the bed. Beside him was a little wolf who was none other than Zhou Jim.
"Young master, young master?"
The call from outside made Zhou Fan stop his reunion with the family, even though it was only limited in a dream.
Hem...
"Why are mornings so noisy." Zhou Fan fixed his clothes, walking out leaving Zhou Jim who was still unmoved in his place.
"Why did you just wake up?" Heng Biyu ran over in a hurry. The woman took a breath for a while, then said again. "Would you if the current patriarch of the clan announced who would represent the clan?"
Oh...
Zhou Fan only nodded faintly, now he knew why the state of the Heng Clan was so noisy that it was still morning.
The two of them then went to the altar of battle.
On the altar of battle...
"Where is your candidate the second elder, didn't you say you've found a better replacement compared to Young Master Jing?"
Heng Biyen nodded, "Patriark take it easy, because I have measured his abilities with my own sword."
"Even I lost to him." Of course the last sentence was said inwardly, he would not bear it if this news were to spread.
"Hem... Having a princess is troublesome, even when fighting you have to find a hero." One of the elders said cynically. It was very clear if there was a dispute between the elder as well as Heng Biyen.
"At least my daughter is better compared to someone's son. If it's not wrong during the clan fight, he was beaten by my daughter to a pulp." Heng Biyen replied calmly.
"Chairman, what do you mean!" The old man bellowed furiously, raised his sword and was intent on issuing an attack.
"Second elder, third elder, can you please calm down. We are selecting five candidates who will carry the clan name, should this event go smoothly." The Patriarch of the Heng Clan who could not stand the behavior of his clan elders could not just shut up and pay attention.
"Of course, other patriarchs, the Heng Clan does not need someone who is not on time. Because it could have been during the game he was also late. Rather than discarding the slots for free, it was better to continue choosing the next candidate." Hearing the words of the third elder, the patriarch of the clan nodded.
Heng Biyen's expression turned dark, she looked back, but she had yet to see her daughter who had left following her fiance-Zhou Fan.
The old man did not know that between the princess and the young man who defeated him was nothing. Only an agreement based on mutual benefit.
The elections continued and it did not take long to be selected if the candidate who would represent the Heng Clan in the tournament between the big clans in Hong City.
The event was over, the patriarch of the clan was intending to close the event. Yet a young man climbed to the top of the altar of battle. "The choice is not over."
Everyone was astonished, including Heng Biyen who stood up with widened eyes.
The clan patriarch need not be asked, he was also shocked at the arrival of this young man. But to close the shock, he asked. "You who?"
"My name is Zhou, my name is Fan. Zhou Fan's."