Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 61: Killing Bing Caojie
Hem...
"He was overconfident, there weren't many guards standing guard around his residence." Zhou Fan observed from afar, for a while he held on, but still there were no guards on guard.
What is seen is only a few, even that is not for vigil, but it is passing in and out of the residence.
Zhou Fan entered easily, nothing suspicious made him even more convinced to browse through the City Lord's residence.
In the backyard, Zhou Fan held back his footsteps after finding the old man who was very clear who he was. Nothing else and nothing but a figure that left him severely injured last time.
"Bing Caojie, you're getting older and better. Didn't you break through a few months ago, how could this happen again?" The bald old man chuckled while stroking his white beard.
"The eighth prince is so generous, he gave me two ninth-level cultivation pills. Help me break through the previous levels." Bing Caojie smiled arrogantly, exposing the eighth prince's kindness to him.
Indirectly the old man boasted how trusting the eighth prince was to him, unlike Cing Qu - the bald old man who didn't even get anything.
Cing Qu was uncomfortable with Bing Caojie's tone which seemed to underestimate him, but because he felt that he could not defeat Bing Caojie, he could only harbor his rage.
Maybe one or two months ago he could defeat Bing Caojie who still had the strength of a three-star senior fighter, he said, but now he had to admit Bing Caojie was superior to him after breaking through to the level of a four-star senior fighter.
Wosh's...
Suddenly the wind speed around them increased, spontaneously Bing Caojie averted his gaze. When he saw a dragon-headed spear silhouette darting to where they were, he did not wait for a long time to jump.
Blars!
Their lounge table was smashed to pieces, while two old men managed to avoid even having to let their clothes tear apart by the high-speed wind.
"Which bastard dared to attack the City Lord's residence?!" Bing Caojie shouted while turning her head three hundred and sixty degrees.
But there was nothing he could find.
Moments later, a black-robed figure wearing a hood that was also black landed in front of the two old men.
Bing Caojie directly put up the horse, the dagger hanging on his waist was ready for him to take out.
Cing Qu did not want to miss, with his dark red-colored sword he was preparing to fight against the cloaked figure.
"Old man, do you remember me?" Zhou Fan who was still wearing a robe and hood opened his disguise.
Bing Caojie's face was slightly ugly, she was trying to remember who the young man before her was.
Cing Qu who did not know the problem only looked confused at the two figures around him.
"Bing Caojie, do you know him?" Cing Qu was too curious to just quietly wait in his place.
Zhou Fan took out a spear, making Bing Caojie's two eyes widen.
"That's you!"
Bing Caojie's face was shocked, this young man who had escaped from his hands, did not expect that fate would bring them together.
"Because you've come, don't expect to leave. I'm not letting you go this time." Bing Caojie tightened the dagger grip on her right hand.
Zhou Fan smiled sneered. If it used to be possible he would have been prepared straight away, but now everything has changed. In the eyes of a saint fighter, senior fighters like these two old men were no threat at all.
"Bing Caojie, who exactly is that young man?" Cing Qu was still curious, his question had since been ignored.
"He's a young man who got out of my hands a year ago. Didn't you know I came back with a terrible wound, it was because a great fighter helped him, forced me to run like a rat." Bing Caojie explained with a feeling of annoyance.
Cing Qu laughed softly, making Bing Caojie even more furious. "It won't happen again, this time I'll kill him."
Zhou Fan who heard the conversation of the two old men snorted and said. "If you have the ability, then do it, don't talk too much nonsense."
Screeched!
Zhou Fan pulled a bit of the right foot, placing the spear jutting forward.
When the dagger was about to slash, Zhou Fan pushed the spear that was already shrouded in profound energy.
Blars!
The dagger as well as Bing Caojie's body were thrown, blood coming out from the corner of his lips. The old man's face looked dissatisfied, how could the one who had been dying made now even force him into this state.
"I'll kill you!" Bing Caojie growled furiously, darting out at the attack with the same dagger.
But not yet had the dagger hit Zhou Fan's body, Bing Caojie bounced as if hitting a large wall.
Cing Qu who originally only watched because Bing Caojie's words began to attack once he saw the results did not match the initial thought.
The young man facing them was not an easy opponent, he became doubtful towards the story told by Bing Caojie.
How could a near-death person have now returned with such overwhelming strength. It made more sense that Bing Caojie had lost to the young man and fled.
"Old man, don't daydream."
Bang out!
Cing Qu had no time to react, a kick landed right on his stomach. A great force threw his old body into the back wall of their residence.
Hough's... Hough's...
Cing Qu spewed fresh blood from his mouth, his face looking pale with a look of contempt. Zhou Fan did not let it go, he flashed hunting the already powerless body.
Crash it!
Without a second movement, the spear had already separated the head from its place.
For a moment Zhou Fan just stood looking at the headless body that continued to emit a thick red liquid.
"Rubility is the door of death."
Zhou Fan then turned around, approaching Bing Caojie who was still lying on the piece of the table.
"You can't kill me, I'm a confidant of the eighth prince. If you kill me, your whole family will perish after my departure." Bing Caojie threw the word away thoughtlessly, because all he had in his head was how he had survived.
But he would not have expected, if the words even accelerated his death.
Zhou Fan frowned with a glare of sharp eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had threatened the safety of his family, the last time that threatened him had already perished under his feet.
Zhou Fan raised the spear, making Bing Caojie feel his entire skin on the icy, extremely cold flush.
The goosebumps! That was how he felt, even the nape of his head was already drenched in endless sweat coming out.
Unknowingly the old man retreated, his legs continuously kicking in order to distance themselves from Zhou Fan who looked like a slaughter demon.
The jlebs!
"Arg - Houk... Huk... " The mouth seemed to be blocked, there was no sound that the old man could convey other than coughing up blood that always came out.
The spear pierced through Bing Caojie's stomach, blood seeping profusely soaked where the old man lay.
Crashes...
Zhou Fan pulled the spear, the gaze still staring coldly at the old man's body before him.
"Want to touch my family? Die!"