Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 138: Death of the Demon Plough Leader
"You came here for a purpose, didn't you?"
Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes as the question suddenly popped out of the mouth of the stealth plow chief. Indeed, he had a goal, namely to save Miao Ling who had become a prisoner. But he just kept quiet, giving no answer.
The stealth plow chief smiled as he did not find an answer. He said again, so calm as if without a burden. "What's your goal, saving a friend, a brother or something?"
Zhou Fan was still silent in his place, this thing provoked a smile on the face of the demon plow chief. "Let's just say, we're the end of the trouble between us. You can bring back who you want, but if he's still here."
Zhou Fan's forehead shriveled, "What do you mean if it's still here?"
Hem...
"You should know that our stealth-ploughs not only capture people, but also sell them as slaves. If that friend, brother or whoever you're looking for is still here, then you can take him away."
Hearing the words of the demon plow chief, Zhou Fan was even more astonished. "I have killed many of your men, but you have made me an offer of peace. Even a fool would doubt your words."
The black-robed man smiled again, then said. "Those who were killed meant they were too weak, unworthy of being members of the stealth plow."
"What if I want your destruction?"
Hearing Zhou Fan's words, the demon plow chief glanced at the other nine people, then laughed. "With just you, it's impossible!"
A faint etched smile on Zhou Fan's face, "No way? You look too high on yourself!"
Whuts...
Blars!
The dragon silhouette struck where the ten people stood, smashing the floor of the room into holes. Luckily they quickly dodged, or deep wounds lodged in their bodies.
Zhou Fan twisted his spear with both hands, while the ten people prepared weapons to fight.
"Basil didn't know himself, the chairman had given me an easy choice but you ignored him instead. Only death you deserve!" The poison master's old man threw a needle in his hand, darting towards the body.
But before the needle pierced his body, Zhou Fan smashed his leg into a backward jump. The spear was moved, controlling the air reversing the attack.
The needle spun, darting to where the old man was.
The slap!
Slep!
The needle moved so fast, the old man could not escape. He must be willing in his body to stick his own poisonous needle. What shit!
The other nine people including the demon plow chief widened their eyes in surprise. Not thinking that the strength of the young man before them was not weak.
Cres...
The needle was firmly plucked, the old man's face was slightly pale as the poison started to work. But he who makes poison, of course has the antidote.
Moments after gulping down the antidote, the old man's face returned to its original state. His eyes shot forward, looking at Zhou Fan filled with grudge.
Zhou Fan glanced at Zhou Jim, the wolf howled long and lunged for the opponent.
Awoo...
The ten people instantly dispersed, avoiding the wolf beast that turned out to be a level seven beast. They were completely unaware that this red wolf was a high-level beast.
Zhou Fan stomped the spear, unleashing a wind spear technique.
The whirlwind was created, slowly getting bigger.
But they were too late, a whirlwind had been created, forming a prison. Anyone who has been trapped will be very difficult to get out.
The whirling wind grew louder, the clothes of the tenth person were slowly torn apart by the wind speed that was like thousands of daggers.
"Chairman, we have to get out. He's no ordinary fighter, his strength is above ours." The old man had known since Zhou Fan could reverse his attack, now he was even more confident when he saw the enormity of the wind spear technique.
But the black-robed man did not want to listen, remaining firm on his stance. "He is alone, what are we afraid of?" Slowly his body was enveloped by a deep force, although it could not protect the body completely, it could at least withstand the wind scratches that were already like blades.
Zhou Fan moved his spear, a dragon silhouette was created and lunged at the black-robed man.
The stealth plow chief did not just stand still, trying to fend off the attack with the sword in his hand.
But when the dragon's mouth came into contact with the sword technique belonging to the stealth plough leader, the sword was thrown.
The face of the stealth plow chief froze in shock, as did the other nine people. The difference in strength between them was simply too great, it was not enough to just utilize a greater amount.
Zhou Fan again swung his spear, with a powerful strike they were all thrown.
The spear stopped, those black eyes looking intently at the ten people.
Only a moment did he pause, a moment later darting with Zhou Jim beside him. Both of them hunted fast, the wolf had already shown its sharp canine teeth.
Hugk... Hugh...
The stealth plow chief got up after being thrown dozens of steps, several wounds were clearly visible on his body, as well as the clothes that had been torn apart.
Just as he got up, he saw Zhou Fan darting at the spear. He tried to pull his body away, but it was unfortunate that he was not fast enough. Making it can only spread the war resisting the attack.
Prangs!
The spear that had been energized in splashing a reddish light, while the sword in the hands of the stealth plough leader was seen several elongated white lines.
Zhou Fan realized that, quickly returning an attack.
The stealth plow chief spontaneously resisted the attack using a sword, making the weapon shatter into pieces.
The nine elders were stunned, quickly helping the unlikely chairman survive. However, they were faced with a wolf that looked hungry.
Auk!
Zhou Jim pounced, but those nine people were not weak either. Swinging the weapon blew away his body.
The wolf growled, rising again with its claws ready to attack.
On the other side Zhou Fan attacked the demon plow chief mercilessly, the old man's face grew even more unruly after receiving dozens of attacks.
After spending quite a long time, Zhou Fan stopped his actions. Right after that the stealth plow chief collapsed unconscious, probably never to wake up again.
Zhou Fan turned to the nine elders who were facing Zhou Jim's attack. Of course he won't just shut up to see his wolves fight. Quickly swinging a spear lunged at one of the old men.
Crashes...
Inattention brought death, perhaps that was the exact sentence describing the old man who should be absent in Zhou Fan's hands. But it was also not his fault, as anyone who was attacked from behind only had ten percent success to dodge.
Gludak...
His body collapsed, a deep red liquid dripping from Zhou Fan's spear. Slowly he turned his head, looking at the eight old men. "You'll catch up with them!"