Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 118: Great Clan Tournament (4)
Zhou Fan stomped his feet, darting with a nightly blood sword stretched out.
Xuan Yu did not want to miss, with the sword technique that he mastered the thirty-five-year-old man attacked trying to drop. But the effort he put in had not been able to overwhelm Zhou Fan, even just withdrawing his attack.
Zhou Fan took out a sword god technique move, his own sword god technique each tier consisted of four moves and Zhou Fan had mastered it perfectly until the third level.
Right now he was still bringing out the first level sword god technique, although it was only four moves but the power displayed was truly incredible.
It was indeed no more perfect when compared to the combination of the entire movement of the sword god technique, it could even be said to be only thirty percent of the original strength of the technique. But still, this technique was no ordinary fighting technique.
The clinking of the sword continued to sound, an incision was inevitable. The audience rumbled to watch, not infrequently shouting out loud.
Some time passed, but both sides still held on. However Xuan Yu's condition was worse, with several incision wounds lodged in his body. Zhou Fan was still fine, although some incisions were clearly visible on his clothes.
Zhou Fan admired Xuan Yu, unexpectedly the sword technique belonging to the young master of the Xuan family was able to force him to bring out the second level sword god technique moves.
While on the other hand Xuan Yu regulated his breathing which was still hunting. But clearly, his face was very satisfied. A fight like this was a fight he had been waiting for for a long time. Losing is no longer important for him, he just wants to release all his abilities and provide a more memorable fight.
Zhou Fan saw Xuan Yu move the sword, his right hand slowly raised and charged back.
From there the corner of Zhou Fan's lips lifted, he also gave space for the opponent to attack. But not to provide convenience, it can be said that it is a new way to deal with new tactics opponents.
Xuan Yu attacked with the same technique, but he started in a different way, if Zhou Fan did not change his way of dealing with it, he would be greatly overwhelmed.
And sure enough, this Xuan Yu is extremely astute. The previous exchange he had not only attacked and defended, but also observed the movements of the opponent. Right now he is applying what he has got. But alas, Zhou Fan thought one step ahead.
Xuan Yu was startled, he only realized that Zhou Fan's movements had changed completely. Now he cannot use the same way, because the opponent has changed his movement pattern.
"You're a tough opponent, you're very clever." Zhou Fan said without stopping his attack, the night blood sword continued to slash at the opponent's body.
Xuan Yu while dodging replied to Zhou Fan's remark. "You're a genius, you can guess what I want to do. It's an honor to fight you."
Zhou Fan tightened his sword grip, taking out a third level sword god technique move. Four different movements produced different attacks. When the night blood sword came into contact with the opponent's sword, a slightly strong tremor made Xuan Yu's palm sweat.
But he did not give up, he continued the fight.
"It's a pity that I don't have too much time to face you," inner Zhou Fan who then slashed forward.
Xuan Yu still had time to unfurl the sword resisting Zhou Fan's attack. But Zhou Fan's attack was too strong, causing him to crash to the bottom.
The jury raised its hand, confirming Zhou Fan as the winner.
Xuan Yu retorted, although losing he was not a problem at all. Because he lost to someone who would take first place. Somehow he was very confident that Zhou Fan would hold the title, whereas there were still Zhuge Liang and also Jing Tian who were strong candidates in the inter-clan tournament.
Zhou Fan descended and stood beside Heng Biyu, ignoring the gazes of everyone who looked in admiration towards him.
"From now on your name will be more famous, and maybe after you become a champion many women will approach you. But alas, they will come back with regret." Heng Biyu held back a laugh as he spoke, making Zhou Fan squint.
But Zhou Fan remained silent, trying to ignore Heng Biyu.
Hmh!
Heng Biyu clucked in annoyance, he did not know if this man beside him was a normal man. If it was really normal, would a man be able to ignore the woman who was clearly beside him. Moreover, she included a beautiful woman, not only did she say so, but the entire city admitted it.
The tournament continued, one by one the representatives fought for the remaining spots. Although they had fought with all their might, the ones that escaped were also only half of them.
But those who lost the second half can still hope. The number of representatives in the second round is thirteen people, if twelve fight each other will get six candidates who advance to the next round.
The one person left will go straight through to the third round, while the representatives who have lost in the second round can still hope by fighting for eighth place, on condition of defeating all representatives who have been eliminated in a free fight after the second round ends.
"Who do you think deserves eighth place?" Heng Biyu glanced at Zhou Fan, then looked up at the battle arena that already had six representatives who were about to fight in a free fight.
Zhou Fan glanced at a glance, then replied with a clear and dense sentence. "He can stand until the end of the fight."
Heng Biyu narrowed his eyes, looking on with dislike. Who doesn't know that, even a child knows in a free fight who survives he will win.
However also unable to blame Zhou Fan, he himself was wrong in asking.
"I hope Heng Gui can advance to the next round" said Heng Biyu slowly.
Zhou Fan shook his head, "With his ability, it's impossible. But if he was able to take advantage of the situation, that wasn't impossible either."
"If he has a low chance, then who will get away?" Heng Biyu asked without distracting her from the arena venue.
Zhou Fan was silent for a moment, leaving Heng Biyu astonished. A few moments later he said. "Xuan Yu."
Hearing Xuan Yu's name, Heng Biyu grew increasingly clueless. Perhaps Xuan Yu had been a champion candidate, but after getting a fair amount of injuries, he doubted that the young master of the Xuan family would be able to survive the free fight.
"Why do you think he's gonna get eighth place?" asked Heng Biyu inquisitively.
But Zhou Fan instead smiled, "Because I chose him, he will advance to the third round."