Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 8: No Word 'Not Ready'
"Already, why do you even fight during an event like this." The old woman came over to Shao Mingrui.
But Shao Mingrui instead dodged, waltzing away to approach his father.
The old woman growled furiously, her hands clenched as they had been ignored.
"No child no mother, the same can piss me off!" The old woman grew furious, not wanting to be ashamed she returned to her seat.
"Mother, why are you defending her." Shao Ziyu - the eighth prince said to the old woman.
Jing Biarong glanced at her son. "Do you think I did it willingly, I just want the emperor to have a good impression of me and of course of you."
Meanwhile Shao Mingrui approached his father, Shao Lin-Emperor of the Shao Empire.
"Honor to the emperor's father." Shao Mingrui then returned to his seat.
The emperor had ten children, eight of them men, while the remaining two were women. They were one blood, but not from the same mother. At least not all of them were born from the same womb.
The emperor had two wives, and four concubines. But since his first wife was gone, now only one wife and four concubines remain.
They were all present inside the hall, besides the imperial family there was also the ministerial family and also the grand advisor.
After all, the emperor's birthday celebration was held. The emperor who sat on the seat of greatness watched with pride.
The old man stood up, placing himself as the center of attention.
"For all of you who have come, enjoy all that is. In addition there will be a match between princes, but not the prince himself who will compete, but his representatives."
All who were there clapped their hands, ending Shao Lin's short speech.
In the middle of the hall there had been an arena, although not too big, nor could it be said to be too small. Its length and width might be about ten steps.
"Third brother, why isn't your representative the one who advanced first? you look very confident." Shao Ziyu said deliberately, making everyone turn their eyes towards Shao Mingrui.
Hem...
"Why not your representative, eighth sister?" Shao Mingrui said as he glanced at his cynical half-brother. "If you don't have courage, you better shut up."
Shao Ziyu clenched his teeth, he resisted being annoyed at Shao Mingrui's remark.
"Bong Heteng, you go ahead." Shao Ziyu glanced at the burly man beside him.
"Good prince." Bong Heteng climbed up the arena, he stood upright there.
"Because eighth sister has taken part, I won't hesitate." Together with that an old man stood opposite to Bong Heteng.
Seeing who was speaking, Shao Ziyu raised a smile on his lips. "Fifth brother, as usual. To be the first to advance."
Shao Lin who saw that there were two people standing on the arena, immediately took a breath and started the match.
Bong Heteng pulled out the sword that was originally hanging on his back. "The Slaughterer greeted Senior Lun."
The old man called Senior Lun snorted, the man before him was seen not putting him as an opponent. It was clearly an insult.
Zhou Fan observed the battle about to begin, he was curious as to what the slaughter sword would do, whether it was indeed as tough as the news circulating, or just a blank rumor.
Pertandingan dimulai, Bong Heteng langsung melesat sambil membawa pedang nya. Ketika pedang terangkat, kepala Senior Lun ditarik ke belakang.
The sword slashed right in front of Senior Lun's face, it was fortunate that the old man was able to quickly dodge the attack.
Senior Lun counterattacked, with the stick in her hand jumping. But Bong Heteng can cope so easily. Not getting there, the representative of the eighth prince continued to attack without mercy.
The swordplay looked so dominant, indeed he was a swordsman. Zhou Fan watched, impatiently imagining what if he faced off against the Slaying Sword.
Bong Heteng came out victorious, Senior Lun had to admit that he was not capable enough to compensate his opponent, he gave up after the stick was thrown from his hand.
The victors are still at the top of the arena waiting for who will challenge. Since there was no one to make a sound, Bong Heteng left the arena, with an arrogant face.
Rubbish thing!
Perhaps that was what he said while staring at the entire representatives present, including Zhou Fan.
Yet instead of Zhou Fan being afraid, he actually wanted to fight so badly. But he could not fight as he pleased without waiting for Shao Mingrui's decision, as he was here representing the name of the third prince.
"Third brother, aren't you going to send a representative over the arena?" Shao Ziyu smiled meaningfully.
Shao Mingrui did not respond to Shao Ziyu's remark, she turned her face to look at Zhou Fan. "You ready?"
"No 'unprepared'." Zhou Fan stood up and climbed onto the arena.
Shao Mingrui had promised him an ice-eighth level crystal beast, besides that the third prince had given an initial payment that was also no less valuable.
At least helping out with the matter was also a form of accountability Zhou Fan had to Shao Mingrui.
"Hohoho... The third sister was very fond of joking, is there nothing better than this keronco?" The second prince laughed as he pointed at Zhou Fan.
Shao Mingrui frowned. His lips smiled in the next second. "Because it feels like that, why don't you take out your representative, second brother?"
"Who's afraid?!" The second prince swung his hand, and with that a black-clothed middle-aged man climbed onto the top of the arena.
"Give up, at least you're not battered." The man dressed in black said with a sneering tone.
Zhou Fan paid no heed, he took out the night blood sword.
Feeling neglected, the head of the black-clothed man was burning. Anger had entered his mind.
When the emperor had said the word 'start', the two darted and hunted their respective opponents. Both of them use weapons in the form of swords, it will prove who is better in swordsmanship.
Zhou Fan moved forward while pointing the blood sword of the night, as was the case with the man dressed in black. When the two swords clashed against each other with high inner power, the sword in the hand of the black-clothed man sounded a 'crack' sound'.
However it did not hold up the fight, as the black-clothed man instantly pulled out his right hand and snatched quickly.
Zhou Fan pulled his stomach, his body leaning backwards.
Simultaneously the hand of the black-clothed man grabbed the head, lucky that the young man was able to twitch while twisting his body.
Not getting there, while spinning he swung a sword. In just a short period of time, they exchanged dozens of attacks.
Both of them jumped back, but after that it shot off very quickly. The swords are ready to destroy each other.
However when the two swords had fused together, the hand of the black-clothed man was pushed back, the sword in his hand shattered.
All eyes looked on unexpectedly, a young man who should have lost even succeeded.
Shao Mingrui smiled in satisfaction, he glanced at the second prince. "Too confident is not good."