Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 120: Great Clan Tournament (6)
Hearing Xuan Yu's words deliberately comparing him and Zhou Fan, Hang Gui grew even more annoyed. Without further ado, he charged forward with the weapon in his hand.
Xuan Yu placed the sword in front of his face, as soon as Heng Gui came he immediately pushed back the attack with ease.
Heng Gui jumped back, not believing his attack could be overcome so easily. He went back to thinking, could it be that what he said was true, was the distance between them too far?
Currently Xuan Yu was at the level of an eight-star senior fighter, while Heng Gui was at the level of a five-star senior. That's obviously a huge difference.
"No, I can't believe it!"
Heng Gui remained adamant, he was the most talented generation belonging to the Heng Clan, he was also among the talented generation in Hong City with his age still thirty.
Heng Gui tightened his sword, he attacked by mentioning his flagship technique. "The Fire Sword Technique!" Instantly the fire blazed and whirled along wherever the sword moved.
Zhou Fan who was at the bottom narrowed his eyes. He really did not expect that Heng Gui would be able to use fire like that.
Waita minute!
Zhou Fan's eyes twitched, with a faint smile on his lips. "It turns out no, that fire was the effect of his fighting technique, not purely a creation of inner power."
He had mistakenly thought that Heng Gui could cultivate fire. But it was just his fighting technique. Indeed what Heng Gui put out was very similar, even almost indistinguishable. If Zhou Fan hadn't paid close attention, he probably wouldn't have known the truth.
The battle over the arena was so tense, with Xuan Yu's sword technique facing Heng Gui's fire sword technique. When two swords meet always cause a blotch of light that dazzles the eyes.
Heng Gui's ten strikes were still capable of dealing with Xuan Yu's sword techniques, but after reaching even his dozen or so twenties, his noble clearly visible face was getting pale.
Xuan Yu did not relax the attack, his fighting techniques were truly incredible. Although it could not compare to Zhou Fan, it had at least reached the number ninety out of a hundred.
Heng Gui pontang panting faced a sword attack that really moved very wild. The audience who watched was made anxious because Heng Gui who did not give a match.
But that was not Heng Gui's wish, just blame Xuan Yu for not giving it a chance at all.
Trank!
For the first time Heng Gui bravely raised his face, he managed to deflect Xuan Yu's attack perfectly. But it does not last long, because in fact it is just a lure so that he lowers vigilance.
Right after that Xuan Yu did a circular slash, the sword was so fast, that even a shadow was invisible.
Sretti...
Heng Gui's front clothes were torn apart lengthwise, revealing a flushed stomach with bloodstains. Not deep, but quite painful.
Heng Gui held the wound on his body, his eyes flushed red with anger.
"I will defeat you, Xuan Yu!" Heng Gui was already determined, but alas, determined without seeing the circumstances only a fool would believe.
Xuan Yu pulled the right leg one step to the side, his body leaning away from the sword attack. Simultaneously his hand pushed the sword, the sword flashed beside Heng Gui's head.
Heng Gui smiled, but a moment later Xuan Yu changed his eyes of war, shaking swiftly to the side.
Heng Gui's eyes widened, quickly lowering his head and instantly retreating instantly.
Xuan Yu darted, his mouth muttering softly. "The Sword of the Void!"
Heng Gui did not see the attack or what it was called, but a huge energy was heading towards him. Without waiting any longer he unfurled the weapon, creating a defense with his techniques.
Xuan Yu smiled, "That's not enough."
Right after that an extremely violent explosion occurred above the arena, an ear-splitting sound made most of the spectators jump in shock.
For a moment the arena was filled with silvery-white smoke, no one knew what was happening there.
A few moments later, the smoke began to disappear. It features two men standing opposite each other.
Everyone's eyes widened, "Heng Gui still survives!" Some people shouted at the same time.
Not even Heng Biyu expected. "There may still be a chance if Heng Gui makes it to the next round."
But this remark was instead laughed at by Zhou Fan. "Don't joke. Escaped it? Look at it more clearly."
Right after Zhou Fan said, Heng Biyu looked carefully at Heng Gui. Just a few blinks of his eyes he noticed, Heng Gui fell down and was unconscious.
"Heng Gui is down, Heng Gui is down!"
"I've already said, Young Master Xuan Yu who will qualify for the next round."
"Four thinking if Heng Gui can survive, it turns out he is unconscious." Some of the spectators sighed in disappointment, they were still looking forward to a tense fight, but the fight had to end because of Heng Gui's defeat.
Hang Biyu scratched the nape of his head. "It turns out he's unconscious."
...
After Xuan Yu was declared to qualify for the next round, the tournament resumed. This time it is the last eight, all the representatives will compete and whoever wins will go to the next round.
"All representatives, please come forward."
Hearing the words of the jury, Zhou Fan climbed the arena and stood among the other representatives.
"If we meet, I will fight once again with you. I'll try if it happens." Xuan Yu patted Zhou Fan on the shoulder, making Zhou Fan nod.
"I won't budge either" he said casually.
Hem!
Zhou Fan felt that someone was watching him with a hateful look, he circulated the gaze and learned that the gaze was from one of the representatives. The figure was none other than Jing Tian, the young master of the Jing family.
"Why does he look at me so crap?" zhou Fan asked himself.
"I'll beat you!" Perhaps that was what Jing Tian had told Zhou Fan.
The thirty-eight-year-old man only found out if his future wife was taken by this young man. He was determined to defeat Zhou Fan and humiliate him in front of everyone.
In Hong City, he was the first genius. Zhou Fan took his future wife, it was tantamount to trampling her face. He will not let this matter pass.
"As before, put your name in the box." The jury gave instructions to the eight representatives who will compete, they also did as he said.
"Okay, now take a good look. I'll take one name, who's the name I mentioned go ahead and take one name, who's the name you got, that's your opponent."
Hearing the jury's words, all the representatives nodded.
The jury slowly advanced closer to the box, putting his hand inside. He did not immediately open, but looked at the eight representatives. This makes everyone tense.
"Zhou Fan!"
When Zhou Fan's name was shouted, everyone seemed to be looking forward. They even guessed who would be his opponent.
Zhou Fan advanced, his hand going into the box to look for an opponent.
Xuan Yu was very hopeful, as was Jing Tian. The two were eager to deal with Zhou Fan, but their goals were different.
If Xuan Yu wanted to deal with Zhou Fan for wanting to clash sword techniques, then not with Jing Tian who wanted to give Zhou Fan a lesson. The Jing Family Young Master was very confident that he could defeat Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan held onto a small paper, he did not open it, making everyone curious. He was enjoying a moment like this, seeing everyone impatiently waiting for him.
"Hurry up, who's the opponent!"
Some of the spectators were getting impatient, even the patriarch and the watching head of the family were infuriated.
"He must have got a tough opponent."
"Maybe he's dealing with Jing Tian."
Clan Patriarch You laughed softly, his eyes glancing at where Patriarch Heng was.
Since Zhou Fan did not open the paper in his hand, the jury approached, "can you show me?"
Zhou Fan handed the paper to the jury, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed. Then looked to the place of the other seven representatives.
"Zhou Fan will fight ...."
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