Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 111: The Greatness of the Night Blood Sword
Zhou Fan jumped in shock, he then raised his weapon, staring at the blood sword intently at night.
"Yes, what I mean is that sword of yours," said the middle-aged man understanding Zhou Fan's doubtful gaze.
"So, have you prepared yourself for the second exam?" asked the middle-aged man without letting out an expression from his face.
"I was born to always be ready!" Zhou Fan said firmly.
"What should I do?!" zhou Fan asked impatiently with shining eyes.
"Easy enough. You just have to collect the essence of the blood pool behind you, you simply do what you do while cultivating, the difference is you do it by soaking in the blood lake ... "
" ... When you start to be able to gather the blood lake essence, you will be able to awaken the power of the night blood sword," it was clearly the middle-aged man before his figure faded.
"Thank you sen.... Uh?" Just as Zhou Fan was about to say thank you, the middle-aged man had already disappeared completely from his sight.
An incense? Zhou Fan looked for the incense spoken of by the middle-aged man who was the soul of the sword.
In Zhou Fan's mind, at least he had about two hours.
"Ah is the dupe" Zhou Fan said in his mind
Zhou Fan saw smoke rising from the edge of the lake, then approached. How surprised he was when he looked closer at the incense on the river bank, because the incense had burned in half.
His hands clenched, his jaw hardened.
"Old man! You tricked me!" shou Fan shouted furiously.
How could he only have about an hour, when the time should be double the time left.
Quickly Zhou Fan got into the water, he thought the more he complained, the less likely it was to succeed.
Byurs!
There was no strange reaction from the water when Zhou Fan entered it.
Zhou Fan sat down cross-legged, which left his entire body submerged except for his outgoing head, like a crocodile waiting for his prey to come.
Time passed, but Zhou Fan could never absorb the water essence from the blood pond.
'Like you do when cultivating'
The words of the black-red-clothed man flowed back into his mind.
"As I do?!"
Zhou Fan tried to disprove the absorption.
Hope it works! Thought Zhou Fan.
Shortly thereafter the night blood sword hanging on his back suddenly shone.
Dark red light began to expand, even a pool covered with light that issued the heirloom.
Zhou Fan was still closing his eyes, he had yet to realize that he had been able to absorb the blood pond water essence.
Slowly the dark red light dimmed again, and it instantly disappeared the moment Zhou Fan opened his eyes.
Zhou Fan who did not know of the natural phenomenon that had just occurred, came out of the pond with a tangled face, he thought he had failed.
The incense had burned out, but Zhou Fan did not feel any change from his body.
"Maybe I can do it with a full time one stick of incense," Zhou Fan grumbled as he slammed the incense that had become a charred stick.
"Good young man!"
A voice that appeared unexpectedly certainly made Zhou Fan jump instantly.
"Senior Ah, you startled me," Zhou Fan exclaimed as he held onto his chest.
"And you must have mocked me. Obviously I don't feel anything, but you're happy to congratulate me. You must be mocking me." Zhou Fan frowned in annoyance, accusing the man before him of making fun of him.
"Right what that old spirit said, you're such a fool!" he said with a frowning forehead.
"Try you to hold the night blood sword, use it as you would fight," said the middle-aged man who was the soul of the night blood sword.
Eh?
Zhou Fan was dumbfounded for a moment, then started to take the night blood sword from his back.
Whoa!
Zhou Fan's eyes were rounded feeling something flowing within him, a stream of energy that was truly comfortable.
"Now you must feel it" said the sword soul proudly.
Zhou Fan put back the night blood sword on his back, and instantly his body returned to its original state.
Zhou Fan was once again shocked.
"Is it just my feelings. I felt the strength in my body increase when holding the night blood sword, but it was instantaneous to sweep when I let go." Zhou fan muttered in his mind.
"You must be confused" guessed the sword soul.
Zhou Fan turned to the face of the middle-aged man before him.
"And his power will vanish when the sword is removed."
Once again the sword soul explained proudly.
"Are you going to be able to communicate with me when you're already in the real world?"
Zhou Fan let out a question that stuck out his little heart.
"No! I cannot and will not be able to do so, I am the sword essence gathered by Emperor Rui, and within a certain period of time begins to form into a soul."
The explanation of the sword soul made Zhou Fan even more curious about who Emperor Rui was.
A second later Zhou Fan returned to the place where he had been since he first entered the pseudo-world.
"I don't think a stupid boy like you can get a confession out of a night blood sword."
A familiar voice started to re-sound in Zhou Fan's ears, even though he had already begun to be comfortable with the calmness in the second exam spot, but he had to return to this noisy place again.
"He always called me a fool, no matter what his head was made of." Zhou Fan sneered, of course inwardly.
"I know what you're talking about, boy! I'm different from you.ak.." Before the mysterious voice finished his remark Zhou Fan snatched first.
"I know, you're kind of like the man who's a sword soul, right?" guess Zhou Fan confidently.
"The old man said a lot to you, boy?! But I'm different from the sword soul you're talking about, I'm..." Again Zhou Fan did not allow him to boast.
"It doesn't matter who you are, now how do I get out?!" zhou Fan's.
"Compose!"
Zhou Fan obediently crouched down, making the laughter of the mysterious voice of the pseudo-world guard churn.
"Hahaha, you're stupid, you're stupid. I haven't laughed so well in a long time... Haha."
Instantly Zhou Fan stood up, and put on an annoyed face.
"It doesn't have to be, now I'm going to be serious!"
"Hold the night blood sword with both hands, and position it perpendicular to your body!"
Once again Zhou Fan did what the mysterious voice said.
"Hahaha... Haha."
His laughter instantly came to a halt as he found Zhou Fan giving off a horrifying expression.
"You close your eyes and then turn your mind to come out, and you'll instantly return to your real body."
Zhou Fan silently did not immediately follow what the mysterious voice said.
"I'm not lying this time" he said in a very reassuring tone.
Huhhhhh...
Zhou Fan snorted then closed his eyes according to the words of the mysterious voice.
**
Battle arena...
"You're too weak, boy!" Patriarch Bai sneered at Zhou Fan.
While some of the Qing Clan people shouted, to give their support to Zhou Fan.
"Brother Zhou, brother Zhou!"
Qing Manlu called Zhou Fan's name several times but never got a reply from the owner of the name.
Patriarch Bai walked up to Zhou Fan who was still lying helplessly, then he muttered. "You're done with that son of a bitch!"
Patriarch Bai raised his sword, preparing to behead Zhou Fan.
Everyone gasped at what Patriarch Bai was going to do.
Patriarch Bai swung his sword without aba.
Shutt...
Fan Zhou!!
Brother Zhou!!
Everyone shouted the same name.
Blarr!!
The explosion occurred, making everyone focus their eyesight.
The shadow of a young man stood gallantly at the scene of the explosion.
"It won't be that easy as an old bastard!"