Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 62: The Tongue Sharper than the Sword
When Zhou Fan was about to leave behind the two corpses of the old man. One army consisting of tens or even hundreds of people came besieging.
Zhou Fan watched closely, looking at the strength of the troops surrounding him. Among them were a few senior fighters, but none stronger compared to the previous two men.
"Kill, avenge elder Bing!"
One troop attacked Zhou Fan with a wide variety of weapons, ranging from machete swords to spears. They compactly swung the weapon and aimed at every inch of Zhou Fan's body.
But in terms of strength, the young man was far above them. Their attacks can be easily destroyed when the spear begins to dance demonstrating its abilities.
Not getting there, Zhou Fan took out the Wind Spear Technique to fight the troops.
In a few moments, many people were thrown into a state of shock, fine incision wounds filled their bodies, blood dripping endless.
Shouts continued to echo in the back yard of the City Lord's residence. Even so Zhou Fan was reluctant to stop, continuing to launch attacks until the troops consisting of a hundred men were crushed only a few left.
Even with pretty bad conditions.
If anyone is still able to stand, it is difficult to be lucky, because most of those who still survive have sat down even lying with one foot has stepped on death.
However it did not last long, as Zhou Fan with his spear sent them all flying past into another realm.
Simultaneously, an army came led by Shao Mingrui.
The original intention that was actually going to attack the eighth prince's seat of government in Bei Xian City, it turned out that everything there was already flat in Zhou Fan's hands.
"Gruesome!" Cheng muttered with his eyes wide open.
As a great general, he could estimate the strength of the army that Zhou Fan had defeated by himself. Even he couldn't do it, actually how strong the young man was.
But Cheng Lao did not think too hard, considering that if they were on one ship, there was no way that it would cause him any major trouble.
"Looks, we don't have to fight anymore." Shao Mingrui raised both hands, walking closer to Zhou Fan.
"This incident will definitely spread, how will you deal with it?" Zhou Fan instead asked, as if he was not the main culprit of the chaos that occurred.
"You take it easy, everything's in the plan." Shao Mingrui waved, he called out to one of the people behind.
The old man came with a dagger on his waist.
Zhou Fan looked at the old man's appearance, his forehead shriveling, how not, from the clothes to the face that looked a lot like Bing Caojie. If it wasn't Shao Mingrui, he might have thought that the old man was Bing Caojie.
"The Mantis woman is famous for her skill in makeup, actually if it is considered carefully is not at all similar, but people who do not know will definitely think if she is Bing Caojie."
Hearing Shao Mingrui's words, Zhou Fan muttered. He also realized several different points when paying close attention.
"Let's just say the matter is over, now we have to get rid of this corpse." Shao Mingrui as well as the few people behind him began to clean up the mess, including the corpses scattered in the backyard of the residence.
According to the news, Cing Qu who is the representative of Bing Caojie did not accept all the things Bing Caojie got. He felt unfair, why not himself who became the city lord.
Due to discontent, Cing Qu who had nearly half the combat power of the existing troops did rebel, intending to dethrone Bing Caojie from the City Lord's seat.
But because Bing Caojie had been above his level, Cing Qu could not smooth out his plans, even he was killed for his actions.
For Bing Caojie, it didn't end well either. He had to receive serious injuries, and had to let his curvature drop to the level of a five-star emperor realm fighter.
Moreover, the entire army was slaughtered without leaving any of them. The only one who survived was Bing Caojie.
"You're very good at herding people's opinions" Zhou Fan told Shao Mingrui.
Shao Mingrui picked up a wine glass nearby, drinking it with a laugh. "You should know, sometimes the tongue is sharper than the sword."
"You're right." Zhou Fan also grabbed the wine glass, drinking it without further ado.
"Perhaps soon, the eighth prince's envoy will come to confirm the news." Zhou Fan had just closed his mouth, a guard reported that some of the eighth prince's men had come to the City Lord's residence.
"Undoubtedly, the eighth prince's information flow was extremely fast." Shao Mingrui shook his head while chuckling, then stood up and exited the room.
In the meeting room, Shan Guayu - the old man disguised as Bing Caojie was sitting on the main seat. Beside him right and left were one person dressed in black with a black head covered.
"Elder Bing, the eighth prince heard there was some trouble going on in Bei Xian City. We just came to make sure." One of the envoys said politely, no matter how much higher Bing Caojie's position compared to him.
Shan Guayu let out a low sigh. "You guys might be able to feel my power go down so far. I really don't want this, Elder Cing, I really don't think."
"But I understand it, being in my shadow all this time is also not a trivial matter. It's only right if he's so cocky to me." Shan Guayu played the role with a beautiful, true facial expression he mastered perfectly.
The five messengers sent believed in what Shan Guayu said, even they were seen supporting Shan Guayu's decision to play Bing Caojie.
"If so, elder Bing, we will return and report the matter to the eighth prince." After saying, the five people left.
"Old man, I can't believe that if you really have a mask on your face, you really can't tell the difference if you're lying." Zhou Fan removed the head covering, sitting on a chair near the main seat.
"Young master is too much, this is also not an easy matter, if one is a little they will definitely be suspicious." Shan Guayu wiped away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead.
"This matter is not finished yet, we must clear Bei Xian City of the group of bandits still roaming around." Shao Mingrui removed the head covering and sat down on another chair nearby.
"But we can't do it when the sky is still bright. Otherwise, the crowd of Bei Xian City would invite the attention of the eighth prince."
Hearing this Zhou Fan nodded, he understood the matter. In a moment of turmoil between the two princes, there was no way the eighth prince would focus on the matter of Bei Xian City.
If you keep moving in silence, everything will go smoothly.
Although it was effective, they could not do that continuously. They would make a passive move until the troops in Chen City joined forces.