Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 89: Giving No Space
"A snob!"
One of the senior fighters darted while holding a sword, as he moved to attack, a spear pierced through his chest.
Cruises!
The movement of the spear was so fast, that even the eyes could not see clearly. As for the attacking man, he was already standing unconscious with blood seeping between the clothes.
The eyes of everyone there were perfectly wide-eyed, even the group of two was shocked to see Zhou Fan's killing action so easily.
The attacking man was at least at the level of a four-star senior fighter, but in just one lance the man could be defeated.
Actually how strong the young man who became their general, despite knowing that the power they had was not weak, they never expected it to be so strong.
Before becoming a general, he had to get submissions from the troops. Back then Zhou Fan was able to defeat a six-star senior fighter, even so the fight went fierce, making one would guess his strength was not much different from the level of a six-star senior fighter.
But it seemed like their guess was wrong, clearly his strength was beyond everyone's sight, perhaps a nine-star senior fighter, it was not even impossible to be a saint fighter.
"Fuck, you dare kill him?!"
Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes, then smiled sinisterly at the old man who said. "I killed him" he said, pulling the spear that was still stuck.
"You'll be sorry!" The old man growled furiously, then directed the subordinates to attack together.
Zhou Fan turned the spear, he sensed that this old man was at the level of an eight-star senior fighter. Can't be underestimated!
Two groups of thirty people shot forward while unfurling the weapons. Zhou Fan did not panic, he moved the spear and took out the Wind Spear Technique.
As the dozens of people approached, a high-pressure whirlpool revolved around his body, slowly the vortex grew larger, and made the dozens who were about to attack instantly bounce off.
Zhou Fan stopped, he then darted hunting with a spear in his hand. One by one lives were lost in his hands, only a few people were left, and that included the five senior fighters who had already kept their distance before.
"I'll kill you!" The five men took out a battle technique and charged at Zhou Fan with their respective weapons.
Zhou Fan smiled sinisterly, those who had previously managed to dodge but instead came back. It seemed like what he showed had not made them give up, hence the time they were facing death.
"The Dragon Spear Steps!" Zhou Fan pushed the spear with one hand, the silhouette of a dragon head created from the tip of the spear shot rapidly towards the five approaching old men.
"Heh... That only?" One of them smiled confidently, taking out a stance to stop the dragon preparing to pounce on the prey.
"Golden Swords!"
A huge sword was created above the old man's head, when the two said his hand forward, the darting sword slashed at the dragon who was already several steps ahead of him.
Cracks...
The voice was so clear, the crack of the golden-coloured sword was increasingly visible.
The face of the old man seemed to be in disbelief, when it was his strongest stance, but still unable to defeat such a simple spearmanship.
Shing's...
The whirring accompanied by a white radiance came out as the golden sword shattered, the thump was not light, leaving all eyes wide open.
But the dragon was still moving, when it was about to hit one of them, the four moves joined in stopping it.
A BLAR!
The jlebs!
The spear pierced through perfectly, the old man who had previously pulled out the golden sword was killed in his hand. Zhou Fan then looked at the four old men, giving a danger signal to them.
Next is you! Maybe that was what he said, but really no words came out, just a sharp gaze that was ready to pounce.
"He's very strong, probably a nine-star senior fighter. I can't fight it." The old man who had the cultivation of an eight-star senior fighter stood up while thinking, there can't be a victory even if they join forces, the truest decision is to escape.
Zhou Fan walked slowly, his footsteps really sounded terrible to the remaining four people.
Wosh's...
Zhou Fan darted, the spear in his hand was already preparing to kill the opponent. He moved towards the old man who had the cultivation of an eight-star senior fighter, he intended to end the most troublesome opponent.
"The Dragon Spear Steps!"
Zhou Fan said while pushing the spear forward, this stance is stronger than before, if at the first opportunity it only exerts half of the force, then this is already at full force.
The dragon moved quickly, winding with its muzzle open.
The old man glanced to the right as well as to the left, after catching the movements of his two comrades, with two hands he pulled his comrade to block the Dragon Spear Skirt.
"Patriarch Yang, You - "The two old men who had to take the powerful attack, felt their bodies disintegrate.
Anger was evident in their eyes, how could both of them die in such a manner, becoming victims of the selfishness of their own comrades. Very sad!
The old man who was known to be the Patriarch of the Yang Clan, smiled in satisfaction at seeing himself doing fine. "I will remember your merits, die quietly, if there's a chance I'll avenge you."
Patriarch Yang took out a teleportation token, the old man beside him who was looking at him quickly shouted. "Patriarch Yang, wait, take me with you!"
"Sorry Elder Peng, bringing people will reduce his range, I can't take you." After saying his body glowed and instantly vanished from sight.
Zhou Fan clucked in annoyance at not being able to kill the old man surnamed Yang, slowly he turned his gaze, turning to the old man who was still left.
"Old man, now you're the only one left." Zhou Fan tightened his spear grip.
"You must not look down on me, even if I die, I will fight with you!" The white-haired old man named Peng Duan was standing with a ferocious face, it seemed like he had decided to fight even though life was at stake.
Hem...
Zhou Fan did not respond to Peng Duan's words, he darted while shaking the spear.
Prangs!
The sword managed to block the spear that was preparing to slash its head, but Zhou Fan's attack did not stop there, after pulling the spear he twisted his hand and attacked from below.
When the sword resisted the attack, the force of the attack was too strong, making the sword bounce from the grasp. Zhou Fan was not alkaline, directly pushing the spear tore through the stomach of the old man.
Crashes...
When the spear was plucked, blood gushed profusely, a second later his body fell to the ground with furious bulging eyes.
Zhou Fan kept the spear, without saying much he darted. But before he left, he said. "Follow me, we're in group three!"