Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 77: Only One Punch
In one of the Chen City clans, Zhou Fan and Song Dayi sat in conversation with the patriarch as well as the clan elders.
"Senior, we all know that the Song Clan is the top clan in Chen City. Senior coming alone is obviously a very pure sincere intention, of course we will join the third prince's army."
The patriarch was so pleased with the arrival of the number one person in his residence, perhaps this was the first time it happened, a Song Dayi came to the residence of a small clan like them.
"This old man is so flattered by the availability of the patriarch of the clan, if that's how we beg to leave, we must go to the others." Song Dayi stood up while uniting fists, even though she was the number one person in the city, her attitude really deserved to be the reference.
"Elder, already our five clans have come, they all agreed to join, but the whole of it is a small clan. Our next destination is the Bu Clan, one of the great clans." Zhou Fan scanned the map which was the clan floor plan in Chen City.
"Yes, compared to a small clan, a large clan is more established, it is not easy to convince them." Song Dayi darted quickly, leaving Zhou Fan who was still holding on at a moderate pace.
"Jim, it's time you get out, you relax too long." Zhou Fan pulled the little dog in his cloak pocket, the instant the little dog turned into a dashing red wolf.
Awu's...
Zhou Fan rode Zhou Jim, running at Song Dayi's pace.
"It turns out that's what you're hiding under your black cloak, even though I'm guessing there's a faint aura mingling with your body, I don't think it's a wolf beast." Song Dayi glanced while darting.
Zhou Fan squinted, this old man was not too surprised at Zhou Jim's whereabouts, as if the appearance had been expected beforehand.
"Experience speaks." Zhou Fan nodded while turning his eyes forward.
Around thousands of meters away, it could be seen that the clan gates were partially opened. On it there is the inscription 'Bu' neatly stamped with silver color.
"That's the Bu Clan, maybe this won't be as easy as the previous five clans." Song Dayi held back her legs, but did not stop moving.
"Who?" The guard asked without much talking.
"Klan Song," said Song Dayi calmly. Zhou Fan briefly saw the guard's face instantly turn pale, then quickly opened the gate as wide as it was.
"Who's come so rowdy?" An old man came along with the young man beside him.
"Patriarch Ma'am, long time no see." Song Dayi smiled so warmly, even instantly turning the face of the Patriarch of the Bu Clan into nervousness.
"What's important until senior comes here?" Patriarch Bu asked with open arms.
Song Dayi stroked her beard. "Shouldn't we be looking for a more suitable place?"
Patriarch Bu laughed awkwardly. "You're right, Senior Song, let's go in, let's discuss everything inside."
Song Dayi walked in with Zhou Fan, following Patriarch Bu along with a young man who looked like his son.
"Patriarch Ma'am, I'll just go straight. My arrival this time wants to invite the Bu Clan to join the army of my grandson, the third prince. What say?" Song Dayi raised her eyebrows slightly when Patriarch Bu did not reply.
"It's not that I refuse, it's just that the power of the third prince among the other princes is the weakest, if we are allowed to choose certainly will not side with the third prince." Patriarch Bu refined his words, every word being so heartfelt as to not offend Song Dayi.
"Senior, you've just recovered, even though you've been able to fight I don't think you've been able to deal with the person of the other two princes." Patriarch Bu once again refused.
"Patriarch Ma'am, how can you think that our strength is so weak, is it because the other party each has three holy fighters?" Zhou Fan could not bear to just silently watch this incident in front of his eyes.
"Nothing else? Do you want to bet, if you agree you have to be an obedient subordinate, if you lose then it's up to you to make a decision."
Patriarch Bu's eyes narrowed hearing Zhou Fan's words. "betted? How do we bet?"
"Let's fight." Zhou Fan said without a doubtful facial expression, he was completely sure of what he was doing.
"I don't bully juniors, my son's opponents, if you lose, then leave immediately, if you win as you say." Patriarch Bu glanced at his son sitting beside him.
"Do you need to go to the arena?" Bu Qiong looked at Zhou Fan flatly, a look of disdain was painted on his lips.
"No, it's gonna end pretty quickly." Zhou Fan smiled meaningfully, but his words were misunderstood by Bu Qiong, thinking Zhou Fan had given up even before the fight started.
"Let's start" said Zhou Fan who was already standing in the empty part of the room.
Bu Qiong snorted, then took out a sword. "Get out your gun!" he shouted as Zhou Fan simply kept silent as if underestimating his existence.
"..."
Zhou Fan did not say anything, as Bu Qiong darted Zhou Fan pulled away and made Bu Qiong brave the wind.
Trank!
The sword slash only slashed at the surface of the floor, not even a single strike hitting Zhou Fan's body.
Bu Qiong growled furiously, with his sword technique he started attacking Zhou Fan who had just dodged.
"Haha... Qiong'er has taken out his fighting technique, I want to see to what extent the young man can endure." Patriarch Bu is seen enjoying a fight between his son and a young man.
"He's not serious yet, if he wants to end, it only takes one attack and your son will fall." Song Dayi shook her head while observing the fight.
Patriarch Bu who heard Song Dayi's words certainly did not believe, his son was a genius who reached the senior fighter at thirty-two years old, it was already a blessing to his clan.
The young man who was against his son looked younger, whether it was possible to defeat his son with a single move like Song Dayi said, that sounded unbelievable.
"Qiong'er, get it over with. No need to play anymore." Patriarch Bu exclaimed from his place, he did not know if Bu Qiong was facing any difficulties of his own.
Bu Qiong's face looked pale with sweat filling his face. When Patriarch Bu heard the cry, Zhou Fan no longer played. "Your father wants you to finish, let me help you."
Bugh!
Zhou Fan pushed his palm, the punch darted in towards Bu Qiong's stomach. His body bounced and fell right before Patriarch Bu, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
Patriarch Bu's expression looked strange as well as confused, how could his son be defeated by a young man. Slowly he glanced at Song Dayi, he recalled the words that said his son would lose in one fell swoop.
It did happen, the strength of his son was not comparable to that of the young man.
"How are you still looking down on us?" Zhou Fan walked over and sat down on the back seat.
Patriarch Bu quickly shook his head. "Klan Bu decided to join."