Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 133: The Problem is not Over
Yin Cun's eyes were wide open, how could fighting be the way it occurred to Zhou Fan's head. This friend of his is absolutely insane!
Yet Zhou Fan with the sword in his hand lunged so valiantly, swinging the sword slashing at the opponent. One by one the big flying men hit the buildings around, there were even some who were destroyed by being hit by their bodies.
Yin Cun's eyes widened, not expecting that Zhou Fan's strength had been far above his level. He could estimate the strength of these dozens of guards to be above the emperor's fighters, but Zhou Fan had very easily defeated them.
In just a short time Zhou Fan had subverted the meteka of all. But at the same time a howling sound was heard.
Awu's...
Zhou Fan was on standby, right after which dozens of people appeared through the roof of the warehouse.
Bles...
Bles...
Bles...
Countless number of times the roof was slashed by people's reinforcement. Now in the warehouse were about fifty people including Zhou Fan.
Yin Cun stayed behind Zhou Fan's back, this was not the scale of his fight. If he wants to help he can only be silent, because trying to help will instead be troublesome.
Zhou Fan looked at the dozens of people in front of him, their strength was not much different from the group of traders who came first. Or perhaps higher as most of them were seven-star senior fighters.
"Young master!"
Two Twin Axes came with Zhou Jim, in their hands, with axes ready to cut down anything that came in the way.
The black-clothed guards observed Zhou Fan so deeply, but they saw nothing of him, as if a wall so large stood before his face.
"I will face the man, seeing him as the most dangerous. You're facing three others." The old man who was the head of the guard said to his men, pointing at Zhou Fan wanting to fight him.
Zhou Fan stayed where he was, not expecting a senior fighter to underestimate him. Whether by himself would be able to stop it, is impossible!
The old man prepared to attack, placing the sword in front of his face. He was quite serious, he knew Zhou Fan was a difficult opponent. But he would never have thought that if Zhou Fan was too difficult for him, there was such a huge distance between them.
Trank!
Just one strike but his hands were already shaking from the sword fight with Zhou Fan. He knitted his eyebrows together, taking as far distance as possible.
"I can't lose!" The old man recalled his goal, steeled his resolve and came back excited.
The fight between Zhou Fan and the old man went fierce, although Zhou Fan only survived the war attack very old man.
Intending to hold on for longer, Zhou Fan's eyes unintentionally directed towards where Ciu San and the others were. Naturally they were overwhelmed, considering their cultivation was almost on par. Even with the help of Zhou Jim they could only give light injuries, not at all having a major impact.
If continued this man's inauguration would defeat the Two Twin Axes.
"Old man I don't have much time to keep you company." Right after saying Zhou Fan swung the blood sword of the night so fiercely, with only one flutter of the old man crashing.
Zhou Fan turned to where the Two Twin Axes were, instantly darting and slaughtering the dozens of people. One movement of one life drifted, the attack was truly deadly.
Yin Cun was flabbergasted, how amazing Zhou Fan was in his eyes. Had he not known who Zhou Fan really was, he might have thought the man who slaughtered dozens of people using only his sword was an old senior in disguise.
Draper... Draper... Draper...
"Where are you going?" Zhou Fan was already in front of him, his eyes were like a sword eye, so sharp.
The nobleman retreated slowly, but he fell down, unaware of a climb. Even so the fat old man did not give up, trying to stay away.
"Who are you, why are you in my house?" While saying this the man's mouth shook, enduring a thrilling fear.
The guards of his residence were so many, on average they were senior fighters and the most high-ranking ones were seven-star senior fighters. But it's been defeated.
"You don't mess around, the slave seal is still on me."
Hearing these fat nobles' words, zhou Fan pulled a slight corner of his lips. He had almost forgotten about the slave seal. If they left without breaking the slave seal, it would be useless.
Zhou Fan approached the old man, step by step his feet moved. "Say, where did you keep the slave seal."
The nobleman was just silent, trying to survive the torment. But he could not bear, the torture was too frightening.
"All right, I'll hand it over. But let me go." The fat man swung his hand, taking out dozens of jade in his hand.
"What's your name, ...."
"It doesn't take much to say, get all the jade seals out there." Zhou Fan snatched the jade from the local noble's hands, making his expression even worse.
"Why, won't you?" zhou Fan asked which instantly made the local nobles shake their heads.
The fat old man could only give up. He thought that he would only release one of the slaves, but this man wanted all of his slaves.
These slaves were bought at a very expensive price, taking them off just like that there was certainly a feeling of obstruction. However he remembered that safety was far more important than anything, he could buy another slave next time.
Zhou Fan who had received the slave seal jade without at length destroyed it.
Yin Cun felt a soothing feeling, as if there was a splash of water coming from above, washing his entire body.
They came out, apparently dozens of other slaves waiting there. They immediately bowed and thanked Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan only smiled, responding lightly. Perhaps this was fate, since his original intention was to save Yin Cun, it just so happened that they were on one ship, so all of you saved.
"Sir, thank you again. We beg to retreat, because we must return to our place." Zhou Fan did not hold them back, as they had their own goals.
Circumstances became quiet, Zhou Fan glanced at Yin Cun. But the expression of his friend seemed restless, like something was disturbing his mind.
"What are you thinking?" ask Zhou Fan.
Yin Cun grew sadder, then she said. "Ling'er, he ... Save him, brother Zhou."
Zhou Fan's eyes opened wide, he then turned his body facing Yin Cun. "Don't tell me if you came with him?!"
Yin Cun nodded, making Zhou Fan squint. "Now where is he?"
Yin Cun lowered her head, squeezing clothes with both hands. His face was full of regret and also vengeance. "He's still in the hands of a stealth plow. Save him," beg Yin Cun in frustration.
He felt so useless. As a fiancee he instead brought Miao Ling into trouble, even when her life was in danger.