Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 121: Great Clan Tournament (7)
"Senior Jing, maybe he got your name, so hesitant to say it." A man in his thirties said to Jing Tian, he is You Wu-one of the representatives of the You Clan in the last eight.
The You Clan was the most dominant Clan with its three representatives, the Shang Clan and the Zhuge Clan were still decent with two representatives. The Heng Clan only had Zhou Fan left as hope.
Jing Tian glanced to the side, a confident smile appearing arrogant on his face. "If it's really my name, I'll make sure it doesn't end well."
"I also thought demikiam, senior Jing. He was able to qualify for the last eight as well just out of luck, defeating Xuan Yu in a battle without any inner manpower." You Wu looked at the jury who had opened the paper in his hand.
"Zhou Fan will fight, ...." You Wu glanced at Jing Tian. The Jing Family Young Master again displayed a look of disdain.
"You Wu, from the You Clan!"
You Wu who did not pay attention, both of his eyes were instantly dumbfounded. He looked at her with surprise. "Me?!"
The jury pointed its hand at You Wu. "For You Wu, stay on top of the arena. While others may leave the arena to allow the two representatives to fight for a place to the round of four."
Jing Tian descended the arena with eyes always fixed on Zhou Fan. Other representatives also descended, including Xuan Yu.
"Don't lose, 'cause I'm gonna face you one more time." Xuan Yu patted Zhou Fan on the shoulder, then descended leaving the arena.
Zhou Fan fluttered in place, his hands still not holding the weapon, making You Wu squint.
"Get out your sword!" you Wu snapped violently, while brandishing the machete in his hand.
Zhou Fan tilted his head, "Not everyone deserves to face my sword."
You Wu was speechless, his mouth was muddy and unable to speak. But the anger was clearly visible on his face.
"Don't underestimate your opponent!" You Wu was so angry. Although he was not the main hope of the You Clan, still he was a rare genius. With his age still thirty-four years old, his cultivation was already at the level of a five-star senior fighter. It is indeed genius.
But comparing with Zhou Fan, it was really just a frog in a well. Currently he was at the level of a one-star saint warrior, even soon it would rise to two-star status.
"Are you ready?" The jury's question made both representatives turn their eyes.
Zhou Fan nodded, You Wu nodded. "Facing him, is it necessary not to be ready?" said the thirty-four-year-old man.
Next to Zhou Fan's brows seemed to rise, You Wu's statement made him want to teach this representative of the You Clan a little.
"All right, ... Get started!"
As soon as the jury said 'start', without any length You Wu lunged with a stretched machete.
Zhou Fan put on a watchful attitude, once the distance of the machete was in sight, he pulled his body down, so that the machete flashed right above the head.
Not getting there, Zhou Fan pushed his hand, smashing into You Wu's stomach.
But You Wu was still very alert, with lightning fast placing his left hand against the opponent's tread.
You Wu pulled his machete, then went back to performing the slash.
Zhou Fan once again dodged, concentrating his profound energy on the leg then flapping his waist.
Bang out!
You Wu was dragged backwards, but was still able to hold on.
"Incloud, why is the attack so powerful?" You Wu narrowed his eyes, settling in a huffed tone.
Zhou Fan stood a dozen steps away from You Wu, still waiting for the opponent to attack.
You Wu growled furiously, the more Zhou Fan's expression peaked his anger.
Hyats!
When the machete slashed, Zhou Fan took two steps back.
Blars!
The floor of the room imprinted a slash, extending around two arms.
You Wu clucked annoyedly seeing his attack miss, he pulled his weapon and directly landed the next few slashes.
Zhou Fan salted, two three times then jumped high.
You Wu's eyes were wide open, but it didn't last long as he directly aimed the cleaver upwards.
Zhou Fan mowed down the machete, so You Wu lost balance.
Seeing this opportunity, Zhou Fan quickly darted, landing a tread attack.
Bang out!
Bang out!
Bang out!
Not just one two or three, but directly flooded with dozens of treads that rained down on his stomach. One attack of You Wu's face looked bad, two attacks of his eyes bulged, three attacks came out of his mouth. As soon as the last tread, it instantly collapsed unconscious.
Zhou Fan stood up as he looked at You Wu who was lying in front of him. While all who watched were flabbergasted by Zhou Fan's action in defeating the You Clan's representatives.
"Zhou Fan from the Heng Clan is advancing to the next round!" The jury was not in action for a while, he did not expect that You Wu would lose in such a short time.
The Patriarch of the Heng Clan immediately stood up to hear Zhou Fan being endorsed as the winner. This was the first since several tournament titles, the Heng Clan entered the last four. Indeed, Zhou Fan was a blessing to him as well as his clan.
Not only was the clan patriarch so happy to hear Zhou Fan advance to the next round. Heng Biyen-Heng Biyu's father was very happy, seeing Zhou Fan defeat the opponent and advance to the last four.
On the other hand, Jing Tian clenched his hands. Seeing everyone being enthusiastic towards Zhou Fan, his anger grew even greater. "Don't you face me, or you'll regret it!" the Inner Young Master of the Jing Family.
In contrast to Xuan Yu who seemed to be carving a smile on his face. "Wait for me, in the next round we'll meet again."
Xuan Yu was extremely excited, he was looking forward to the moment where he would face Zhou Fan.
Back to the arena. After You Wu's body was taken away by the people of the You Clan, the jury took one other name from the name box.
"Jing Tian!"
"Jing Tian, please come forward."
Jing Tian glanced at Zhou Fan, the radiance of hostility increasingly clear. He climbed onto the arena, took a name and handed it to the jury.
Some representatives hoped not to meet with Jing Tian, but as the saying went, the more we wanted to avoid, what we wanted to avoid instead the sooner it came.
For example this representative of the Zhuge Clan, he was named Shang Huang. He wished so loudly in his mind, but what power if fate had said.
When his name was mentioned by the jury, his face was instantly shattered.
"Damn, why should I?" The thirty-year-old man cursed in annoyance, among others he was the weakest, his cultivation being at the level of a four-star senior fighter.
However he had to face Jing Tian who was the strongest within the Hong City generation. This clearly pushed him into a precipitous abyss at once deep.
"Do you not want to give up?" The question that came out of Jing Tian's mouth was very arrogant, making Zhuge Huang close his teeth firmly.
He was eager to give up, but what about the name of the clan that was on his shoulders. It would be a shame if he were to lose without fighting. No longer will the whole city remember his name, he does not want to be known as a loser.
Jing Tian smiled sinisterly, "Basic, don't know yourself!"