Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 94: The First Prince's Holy Warrior
"The Ice Goddess Aura Technique that you trained has almost reached the level of perfection, but it's already very admirable." Elder Yan approached Leng Shui who had completed all thirteen of his opponents.
"Teacher... "
Leng Shui turned around, encountering the teacher who had been by his side.
"The technique is very powerful, but the lack of preparation makes its potential not maximal."
Hearing this Leng Shui's eyes twitched, then looked at Zhou Fan fiercely.
Just now he was about to pounce on Zhou Fan with his words, yet Elder Yan spoke up. "What this junior says is not wrong, if given the time to circulate the energy in although briefly will be very visible difference."
"Teacher, why don't you tell me something so important?" Leng Shui said in a complaining tone, he felt that what he had been doing all this time was wrong.
"Elder Yan may be worried that you are unable to do so, which is why it is an easy way." Zhou Fan tried to hold back his laughter, but still failed.
Leng Shui growled in annoyance, his eyes staring intently at Zhou Fan. But no words could be spoken from his mouth.
"I will give you the complete Ice Goddess Aura Technique manual after you have perfected the technique."
Hearing the teacher's promise, Leng Shui smiled happily. "I promise it won't be long" he said with a burning determination.
Whuts...
Blars!
An attack shot down the place where Zhou Fan and the other two stood. However due to their speed, the attack was avoidable.
Zhou Fan stood a few steps away from his original spot, his eyes looking at the surface of the ground that was smashed to the brink of an attack.
Wosh's...
The wind speed behind his body increased sharply, causing Zhou Fan to turn around. When his eyes centered on an old man carrying a sword, his eyes instantly shone.
"Old man, attacking must also be said!" Zhou Fan fawked away from the old man's attack, then his hand took out a sword and instantly shook it.
Slashwas...
With a single strike the old man's head fell to the ground. But the fight is not over, because right after that one by one the group appeared.
"Those are just three?" One of them looked at Zhou Fan, Elder Yan as well as Leng Shui with a sneering look. They were very confident that they could defeat these three people with the number of his group reaching dozens of people.
"Elder, leave the man to me, you along with him overcome the others." Zuou Fan's hand pointed at Leng Shui as he said 'her', making the woman pop her lips.
"He is a holy warrior. But since you said so, I won't stand in your way." Elder Yan then glanced at Leng Shui. "Shui'er, did you hear what he said?"
Leng Shui nodded.
"Then we will do it" Elder Yan said as he pulled out a sword from the storage ring.
Hearing the conversation of the three figures before him, the black-clothed old man growled furiously. He was a confidant of the first prince, his standing was not something one could look at.
But these three figures before him underestimated him, even a young man said he would face him. Really looking to die!
Zhou Fan stood up calmly, making the expression of the black-clothed old man even more unnerving.
"I'll kill you!"
Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes, but a moment later he pulled his body to the side and attacked with a sword in his hand.
When the two weapons meet, the loud twang is inevitable.
The fight is getting faster and in that period both have exchanged dozens of movements.
"You have the material for a big mouth, but believe me, it's not enough!" The black-clothed old man pushed his sword with both hands, as his mouth said 'puncture sword of the sun'.
Zhou Fan wielded a powerful night blood sword, as it approached he swung with all his might. "Double Freedom!" his shout was followed by two fast-moving silhouettes of slashes.
BLARS!!
As soon as the two moves met, a fierce explosion sounded, making the fight pause for a moment. Leng Shui was no exception, looking from a distance. "It seems that he has also made progress," he murmured in annoyance.
Now that his intention to teach Zhou Fan a lesson would be even more difficult to do, it would even be impossible to notice the distance between them.
Back to Zhou Fan's place.
"Good job! You're one of the few people who can force me into this kind of situation." The black-clothed old man stood up after crashing dozens of steps from his original spot.
The black clothes appeared to be a slight patch of blood seeping from his body. But the old man tried to ignore him.
"You should be proud that you're going to die after I bring out my flagship technique." After saying, the old man's body seemed to radiate a gripping feeling and it was getting stronger and stronger for longer.
"You should know, the only survivors of this technique are two people. What a fortune to you." The old man clasped his sword with both hands, after a moment of silence he lunged forward.
Zhou Fan took out a sword god technique movement, a technique consisting of six basic moves, two development moves as well as one combined move. The sword technique was the perfect composition of a fighting technique.
The roar of the fight continues, but has not yet shown who will come out as the winner. Zhou Fan was still trying, as well as the old man dressed in black who was really not an easy opponent.
But that does not mean beating this old man is impossible.
"Actually who is this young man, why have I never heard his name?" The wrinkles on the old man's forehead were becoming clearer.
A list of names to watch out for was already in his memory. But none of the names was a young man.
"Don't distract yourself when fighting!" Zhou Fan confirmed the sword straight from above.
The old man spontaneously opened his eyes wide, his body leaning backwards in order to avoid Zuou Fan's attack. But he was not fast enough and required him to put weapons to withstand the attack.
Pranks!
The attack could be stopped, even though his hands were trembling slightly. But Zhou Fan was not done yet, the young man again launched an attack and suppressed the opponent all-out.
Bang out!!
Zhou Fan's fists darted in towards the stomach of the old man. This caused his body to crash and hit a building standing at the back.
Zhou Fan was not finished yet, he hunted down the body of the old man who had not even risen from the fall.
Jem!
The night blood sword pierced through the old man's body, blood seeping in between the wounds. His mouth trembled withstanding the inexplicable pain.
"You-" His reddened eyes held in anger, he did not accept losing to a young man. It was definitely an insult to him.
Zhou Fan just looked flat, slowly he got up and drew his sword.
"The biggest mistake a fighter makes is thinking too much in a fight. You have to pay the price for that carelessness!"