Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 127: I am the Winner
Jing Tian growled in annoyance, anger evident in his expression. Once again Zhou Fan took his possession. The attention of the entire audience should have been focused on him, but because of Zhou Fan, his existence was considered pseudo by everyone.
"You'll regret it!" Jing Tian clenched his hands, the flames clad in his sword grew even greater.
Zhou Fan stood up so calmly, this made Jing Tian even more annoyed.
"Yes!"
Jing Tian shouted out loudly, he advanced while affirming the sword in alignment. As soon as the sword moved the flames instantly grabbed.
Seeing this Zhou Fan gave a counterattack, swinging the night blood sword.
Blars!
The two colliding flames instantly caused an explosion, the flash of light created made some people squint.
After the attack, Jing Tian darted and pounded Zhou Fan with his fighting techniques.
Zhou Fan took out a sword god technique, the third level movement was enough to deal with Jing Tian's sword attack.
The young master of the Jing family had not yet unleashed his full strength, but it did not last long until he felt unable to deal with Zhou Fan's sword technique.
Zhou Fan sensed that suddenly Jing Tian's attack power was increasing, he began to pull out his technique and replace it with a true sword god technique, a combination of all three levels.
Jing Tian was overwhelmed, Zhou Fan's sword movements were really not on the same level as him.
"Bag, I won't lose to him!" Jing Tian retreated, turning his sword slowly.
His lips chanted a reading, while the sword in his hand prepared to make a move. "Reverse Sword!!" jing Tian shouted loudly.
Zhou Fan's eyes twitched, he knew that the issued moves were the same as before, but for some reason there was an unfamiliar feeling in this move.
Unwilling to think too deeply, Zhou Fan took a few steps back to look for space. As soon as he got the right stand, he slashed twice in a row.
"Double Freedom!" mumbling slowly.
Right after that two slashes dashed into Jing Tian's flipping sword stance.
Jing Tian smiled confidently, in his mind he said. "This move of mine has twice as much power as before. Trying to fight it, you'll be blown to pieces."
BLARS!!
Jing Tian's flipping sword stance shattered unceremoniously, as if the glass had been smashed by a large stone.
Jing Tian's eyes widened, his mouth felt faint. "N-no mu-maybe!"
It was the strongest skill of his, the perfect level of the reversing sword stance. But still can not penetrate the style of Zhou Fan.
"The attack is not over."
Jing Tian who heard a faint voice immediately turned his head, looking at a silhouette of slashes that were pointing towards him.
"No-no, this is impossible!" Jing Tian glanced back, the boundary of the arena had been right under his feet. But Zhou Fan's style was still darting, it was impossible to dodge.
He forcedly spread out his sword, holding the style that was in sight.
Blars!
Once again an explosion rang out, everyone held their breaths, waiting for who would come out victorious. But the thick smoke was still blocking the view, they could not see clearly.
Moments of smoke being blown away by the swing of the jury's hand, Zhou Fan stood with a sword in his hand, while Jing Tian sat on one leg with a sword stretched out in front of his body.
Both of them were still on top of the arena, none of them had lost consciousness.
"The fight is not over!" Some people shouted simultaneously.
Cracks...
Cracks...
Jing Tian glanced at his sword.
Pyars!
Just now that he was about to move a hand, the sword was already smashed into pieces.
All the spectators were shocked by this incident. No one did not know that the Jing Tian sword was one of the rank mitick weapons, even its quality included the best quality that existed in Hong City.
However the mitick rank sword was smashed into pieces after enduring Zhou Fan's attack. A truly deadly attack!
"It seems that the winner of the fight has been confirmed."
"I didn't expect, Jing Tian lost. Though he was the leading candidate in this year's tournament."
Jing Tian lowered his face, an angry feeling of shame as well as hatred mixed in his head.
"Will you continue the fight?" Zhou Fan lowered his sword, asking Jing Tian.
But the thirty-eight-year-old man was silent.
Zhou Fan glanced at the jury's place, the jury nodded. "The first position of the great clan tournament, Zhou Fan-of the Heng Clan."
The clan patriarch instantly stood up from his spot, without a care many eyes looked at him jumping onto the arena. Not only him, but also Heng Biyen, Heng Biyu, as well as a few others.
"Thanks to the Heng clan, this is a blessing for the Heng Clan." The clan patriarch was so happy, he kowtowed several times expressing his happiness.
This victory is not just getting the first place, but is the right of the owner of a temporary mineral mine. With that right, it is certain that the Heng Clan will return victorious after several years of decline.
"Congratulations brother Zhou, you deserve to be the best." Xuan Yu shook Zhou Fan's hand.
Zhou Fan replied with a smile. "You too, your sword techniques are no less formidable than mine."
Xuan Yu laughed awkwardly, he knew his abilities. Compared to Zhou Fan, it was really just a grain of dust.
"Congratulations Patriarch Heng," Several heads of the small noble families as well as the patriarch of the third second-rate clan came in turns to congratulate him, of course they were trying to establish a relationship with the Heng Clan that the next few years would hold the rights to the mineral mine.
After a pretty boring pleasantry, gradually the fighting arena returned empty.
Zhou Fan who was about to go down looked at Jing Tian, the gaze staring at the man looked coarse. "Hem... " She just let out a slow breath, not caring about the young master of the Jing family.
"Young master?"
Zhou Fan searched, he was like hearing Ciu San's voice. But aren't those two brothers not here?
"Young master?!"
Suddenly two middle-aged men appeared before him, almost slapping these two people if not immediately recognizing them.
"You guys, why are you here?" zhou Fan asked the Two Twin Axes.
"Hehe, we heard there's a tournament. We came to see the crowd, not expecting to even meet the young master." Ciu San scratched the nape of his head, then turned on a woman who was walking towards them.
"The patriarch of the clan invited you to a banquet, can you attend it?" The woman was Heng Biyu, she came to convey the message of the clan patriarch.
"I told you, I'll leave after the tournament is over." Zhou Fan shook his head.
"Young master, there's no harm if we go to attend the banquet. We can't eat without spending capital." Ciu San was very straightforward, making Heng Biyu squint.
"Nobody invited you, why are you so confident." Zhou Fan's words were quite piercing, making Zhi Long laugh, while Ciu San looked away.
"You guys are invited too, so let's go back to the residence." Hearing Heng Biyu's words, Ciu San immediately took a big step. "We're leaving" he said happily.
Zhou Fan let out a long sigh, only able to see Ciu San's unreasonable behavior. Clearly if Heng Biyu said that he would attend the banquet, how could Ciu San and Zhi Long be invited if the clan patriarch alone did not know of their whereabouts.
But in the end Zhou Fan followed behind. After all, there is no harm in accepting meal invitations without paying. That saves on spending.