Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 98: My name is Zhou Fan!
Bruk!
Zhou Fan lowered the body of the first prince who was still in a fainting state. He was currently in the Song clan residence, so from the northern border he brought the first prince.
But of course it wasn't her carrying, it was Zhou Jim's duty.
"Young man, you're finally back." Two middle-aged men greeted his arrival with joy.
Without looking at their faces, Zhou Fan already knew that these two middle-aged men were Ciu San and also Zhi Long.
"The arrival of the young master is very fitting, just now the relief forces are heading towards the southern border."
Hearing Ciu San's sentence, mamata Zhou Fan narrowed. "Why are you still here?"
"We're waiting for you, young master. Although we are confident in the abilities of the young master, it is still not quiet before making sure that you return safely." Ciu San again said, making Zhi Long elbow his brother's stomach.
Ciu San scratched the nape of his head, then quietly did not speak.
"Young master, the state of the southern border is still uncertain. Both camps each have three senior fighters, this is what makes the fight go balanced. But the eighth prince's side was superior in number, although not too influential it would be different in a long-term fight."
Zhou Fan muttered to hear Zhi Long's explanation, he then glanced back. "You take the first prince to the basement, make sure that before that put the lock ring on his yoke."
The two pairs of middle-aged men's eyes widened completely, slowly they looked at something behind where Zhou Fan was standing.
When confirming that it was the first prince, their faces looked incredulous. "Tu-Young master, did you manage to capture the first prince?!"
Seeing the expressions of these two middle-aged men, Zhou Fan smiled. "Is there anything strange?" tanyanya while raising a little eyebrows.
Simultaneously Ciu San and also Zhi Long shook their heads.
But in their minds they still asked how Zhou Fan got the first prince. Both of them clearly remembered the troops that were behind the first prince, moreover there were some holy warriors and many senior fighters.
They did not know what to look for, which obviously their young master was extraordinary!
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This is a real large-scale fight!
Zhou Fan looked at the ruined building as it was about to enter the southern border region.
He estimated the number of the eighth prince's army to be in the thousands, with a very large army is not surprised when it brings destruction.
Blars!
The silver light that split the night sky, it suddenly made Zhou Fan's eyes widen.
The attack in the sky looked extremely terrifying. It was unmistakable that it was an attack from a holy warrior.
"A move capable of splitting the sky, there must be a big fight going on." Zhou Fan rode on Zhou Jim, darting rapidly towards the southern border.
Zhou Fan was not only together with Zhou Jim, but there were also the Two Twin Axes who always followed his footsteps.
Before long they had entered the southern border region, it could be seen thousands of different people attacking each other.
The clangs were also an inevitable explosion, all the more obvious as the distance got closer.
Zhou Fan circulated a glance. When he saw an old man standing overwhelmed by five people, his hands gradually clenched. "Great chief, I have to help him!"
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"Shameless bastard! Alone can't be three, three can't be five. I didn't expect you to be a one-star saint fighter." Song Dayi said angrily, now she is in a siege of five opponents.
Song Dayi's curse was not taken seriously by the Liang Zu-Patriark Clan. The old man who had just reached the level of a holy warrior instead laughed.
Song Dayi snorted, she cursed the truly shameless Patriarch of the Liang Clan. Although in battle everything is allowed, it is still not true for him.
The old man thought, maybe he can survive if it is still with two three people. But facing five people at once is not an easy matter, it can even be said to be impossible in his current condition.
"Great chief, do you need help?"
Song Dayi who had closed her eyes was surprised to hear a voice coming from above, she turned her head and found three people coming down from above.
"You're finally coming!"
Zhou Fan took a look at the wound on Song Dayi's body, it seemed that this old man had already put in a lot of effort. Facing the five people being the weakest among them was at the level of an eight-star senior fighter, it was certainly not something that just anyone could do.
Moreover, one of these five people was at the level of a one-star saint warrior. Being able to endure to this point was already a testament to the toughness of a great elder of the Song Clan.
In contrast to Song Dayi's expression that seemed to get a blessing, the faces of the five people looked black but on the other hand were also curious.
Who was this young man until such a prominent figure as Song Dayi was so excited upon seeing his arrival. What is his identity and most importantly how strong he is.
"Great chief, leave the old man to me. You along with Ciu San and also Zhi Long face the other four." Zhou Fan's pointer pointed at Liang Zu.
Such confident words made Liang Zu's ears feel burning. With a gaze full of anger he looked at Zhou Fan. "Scented boy, what are you saying. Try repeating, I don't listen too much."
Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes, after taking out a spear from the storage ring he immediately lunged.
Whuts...
A BLAR!
From Zhou Fan's attack, the ground surface imprinted an elongated incision. While Liang Zu had jumped a few steps back.
Although the first attack was not on target, it was not necessarily the second attack. With the style of 'dragon spear' the young man slammed into the body of the old man wearing the red clothes.
Bruaks!
Liang Zu's body was blown dozens of steps away.
But the Liang Clan Patriarch got back up and the look in his eyes exposed a ray of wrath. He was so furious that his face was burning red.
"Scented boy, I'll kill you!" With a sword in his hand, Liang Zu attacked Zhou Fan.
However, the attack could be broken by Zhou Fan by unfurling the spear.
Thinking the attack had ended, it was a huge mistake. After learning that his attack had been successfully resisted, Liang Zu pulled his arm and slashed his sword again.
Zhou Fan turned the spear, once again dispelling the attack that was already right in front of his face.
Slings...
The spear dodged, making the sword lose its resting place. Liang Zu who had not expected Zhou Fan to lower the spear had not had time to pull back the sword in hand, making his body lean forward.
Making use of this Zhou Fan raised his right leg, flapping without warning.
Bang out!
The old man's body was once again thrown.
Zhou Fan fluttered in his place, looking at Liang Zu who was trying to get up with the rest of his energy.
"Don't call me boy, my name is Zhou Fan!"