Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 124: Great Clan Tournament (10)
After Zhou Fan was declared through to the last round, all the members of the Heng Clan immediately rejoiced. They are so happy because for the first time in recent years they finally set foot into the final round.
Patriarch Heng raised his face, deeply grateful to the heavens for sending Zhou Fan to help his clan.
The king's throne in the tournament was indeed uncertain, but at least with Zhou Fan defeating Xuan Yu, it opened their hopes wide. Let them hope, after all there is no rule that forbids anyone to hope.
"Congratulations, because you're moving on to the next round." Heng Biyu smiled as he drew closer to where Zhou Fan was.
Zhou Fan only looked flatly, "The congratulations should be on your clan."
Heng Biyu narrowed his eyes, thinking about Zhou Fan's words.
What did he mean, was the Heng Clan so dependent on him?
But thinking back, the Heng Clan was indeed very dependent on Zhou Fan. Without its existence, it is certain that the Heng Clan will not be able to reach the last round.
On the other hand, Jing Tian had climbed to the top of the arena. A dozen steps from where stood a thirty-five year-old man, that man named Zhuge Liang. They are both predetermined opponents, will beat each other in the fight.
Who wins will make it to the final round, while the loser will hold the title of loser.
"Are you ready?" The jury glanced at the two representatives in turn, finding a nod from them, slowly grabbing his right hand at a cloth hanging from his waist.
"Start!"
Whuts...
Without waiting any longer, Zhuge Liang darted with an axe in his hand. His face looked calm, like deep lake water.
The thirty-five-year-old man actually had a handsome face with thick eyebrows. Long black hair with a firm face line makes anyone will fall asleep to the charming look.
But it is unfortunate that the perfect creation cannot speak, or can be said to be speechless.
The entire Hong City was aware of this fact, although no one knew the exact cause.
Jing Tian who saw Zhuge Liang heading towards him instantly unfurled the weapon. The sword rank mitick with the best quality was of course very easy to fend off the attacks that Zhuge Liang had unleashed.
But Zhuge Liang's attack was not over, he pulled the axe and immediately landed a slash.
The axe moved to float, aiming for the waist. But before touching Jing Tian's clothes, the young master of the Jing family held him back. Of course not just holding back, on one occasion he pushed his sword, clenching his left hand against Zhuge Liang's body.
Zhuge Liang retreated, trying to dodge. However he was a little late, Jing Tian's punch came hitting his chest.
Hem...
Only a snort could be heard from Zhuge Liang's mouth. The representative of the Zhuge Clan turned the axe in his hand and flashed swiftly.
His footsteps were like the wind, no sound could be heard.
Being within three steps, Jing Tian was still unmoved, even though the axe had unsheathed threatening his safety.
The spectator who was watching also thumped, thinking Jing Tian had made a mistake.
Yet in one blink of an eye, Jing Tian pulled his head down. An axe passed over his head, as did Zhuge Liang who did not manage to touch the end of his hair.
The two turned their heads, they exchanged positions.
"Zhuge Liang indeed cannot be underestimated, especially his speed when attacking is so deadly." Jing Tian sat down while putting on a cautious stance, if he did not guess in advance where Zhuge Liang would attack, he might not have time to dodge.
Jing Tian frowned, as soon as he shifted the sword before his body. He knew that Zhuge Liang would bring out his own fighting techniques - the Fist of Destruction.
Of course he would not be silent, he would bring out his flagship battle technique - the Reversing Sword.
Wosh's...
Without taking out a word Zhuge Liang shot up. With an axe in hand he slashed the opponent. However Jing Tian had prepared since earlier, any attacks could be broken.
Trank!
Trank!
Trank!
When the axe moved a tinge of light creating an elongated line, the spectator was amazed at its beauty.
After a dozen attacks, the two retreated taking a wide distance. Whether it was planned, the two simultaneously issued a stance that should be their ultimate attack.
What Jing Tian put out was a body-destroying stance, a move that had previously been able to blow Zhuge Huang away in a single strike.
Zhuge Liang's moves were no less formidable than Jing Tian's. Of course it is a skill belonging to the Zhuge-Burning Clan!
It is called an arsonist because this style will spurt fire once it does the slash. This style is very unique, because it can be applied to any weapon, including the axe that became the main weapon Zhuge Liang.
The two moves together, when the two points meet.
BLARS!!
The floor of the fighting arena trembled, even to the point where the seat of honor was located very close to the lips of the fighting arena.
The light thump was certainly accompanied by a steam explosion, causing smoke that closed everyone's eyes.
The audience asked who won. But no one dared to come to a conclusion, as the two representatives were still at the top of the fighting arena.
The jury swung its hands, driving away the smoke gathered in the middle of the arena. The view back to normal, it was clear if the two representatives were still standing and even preparing to re-attack.
Not waiting for the jury to begin, both sped up and the melee fight happened so intensely. The clangs continued to sound, meeting everyone's hearing.
The longer they fought, countless sweat dripped from their faces. Maybe the audience can guess if the match is balanced, but actually Jing Tian is above the clouds, he is completely grounded in the flow of the fight.
The fight is still continuing, but dozens of further moves seem to contrast the differences. Zhuge Liang continued to attack, while Jing Tian simply dodged.
What the hell's going on?
Everyone had the same question, how could the originally balanced fight turn so unnatural. It's like they're not the same two.
"What happened, why did Jing Tian suddenly become unable to face Zhuge Liang?" Heng Biyu observed seriously, this provoked a helpless expression on Zhou Fan's face.
"Don't judge with just your eyes, sometimes what you see isn't the same as reality."
Hearing Zhou Fan's words, Heng Biyu narrowed his eyes. He turned his head to ask for further explanation, but Zhou Fan only kept silent in response.
"Don't say much when you don't want to explain it," Yang Biyu snorted in annoyance.
Zhou Fan glanced at a glance, shook his head then returned to the top of the arena. "Most women don't think using their wits."