Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 112: The Victory Prize
Zhou Fan who had just regained his senses, was suddenly faced with a sword that pointed to his neck.
Damnit damnit!
Zhou Fan quickly used the night blood sword to counter that slash.
Dhars!
Zhou Fan managed to fend off the attack that put his life at risk.
As for Patriarch Bai, he had to bounce off a few meters. He who did not expect to get a fight relaxed his level of vigilance and in the end he had to pay a heavy price for his carelessness.
Silent...
The atmosphere that had been filled with the cries of the Qing Clan members who were trying to wake Zhou Fan up, was now silent for a moment when an explosion occurred right from where Zhou Fan was lying.
The arena was filled with smoke that made everyone expect to be anxious.
Before long the smoke faded, and their eyes all seemed to be about to get out of place.
Not because of what. Patriarch Bai who should have had the upper hand instead was now in a blood-coughing state.
And what made him even more surprised was that the culprit was none other than Zhou Fan, the young man who was a few seconds ago still lying unconscious.
Do not forget the level of cutivation that only at the level of a 5-star grand master fighter can give a significant injury to a 1-star king fighter.
Zhou Fan was now standing gallantly carrying a sword that was dusky red.
The blood red aura coming out from the sword made Zhou Fan look even more gallant.
"The fight has just begun. Please time Patriarch Bai~." Zhou Fan said with a sneering tone.
Patriarch Bai stood up, then pointed at Zhou Fan angrily.
"You little bastard. You attacked me silently, I now know why my son was killed, because you did what you just did to me, to my son," he said with confidence.
Zhou Fan chuckled, then flicked his original sword.
"You're looking too high at your lousy son. Even still ringing in my head how your son prostrated and asked for my mercy." Zhou Fan said honestly, his eyes emitting a loud sneer.
Patriarch Bai groaned furiously, then the old man snorted.
"Hng.." Patriarch Bai sped up right after the brief snort.
Zhou Fan this time had a high level of confidence, with the night blood sword in his hand he was confident of being able to compensate, even defeating Patriarch Bai, despite having to fight so hard.
Using his sword, Zhou Fan took out the same technique as before, the sword god technique.
Shutt... Trangh...
The weapons were inevitable, the two swords collided with each other, it was not clear who was superior.
After exchanging a few slashes, Patriarch Bai began to feel a change in Zhou Fan and his field.
"Why do I feel he's getting stronger, and his sword..." Patriarch Bai stared fixedly at the sword that Zhou Fan was using.
Due to paying too much attention to Zhou Fan's sword, Patriarch Bai was accidentally struck by a night blood sword scratch.
Sreetts...
Akhs!
Patriarch Bai flinched, then quickly himself took some distance from Zhou Fan.
Patriarch Bai jumped twice back while wiping his scratched cheeks.
"Damn!" curse Patriarch Bai after seeing the blood on his palm.
While Zhou Fan grinned at Patriarch Bai.
Seeing Zhou Fan's grin, Patriarch Bai grew even more furious. He roared then charged back towards Zhou Fan quickly.
"I can't believe I'm going to lose to that snot-like kid?!" inner Patriarch Bai while slashing onto Zhou Fan's shoulder.
Zhou Fan neither panicked nor worried, he simply lowered his body, then retorted with a swing of the night blood sword.
Wush....
Zhou Fan swung his sword upwards, which forced Patriarch Bai to jump to the side.
Zhou Fan let out his double-slash stance seeing Patriarch Bai still in the air.
Sush..
A cross-shaped slash silhouette pointed rapidly towards Patriarch Bai.
"No!"
Patriarch Bai could not dodge, as he was in midair.
Duars!!
Patriarch Bai was thrown out of the arena with his entire body covered in wounds.
Even he had trouble keeping his consciousness and ended up fainting instantly.
As Zhou Fan was about to give the finishing touch, someone held onto his shoulder.
" ... Because with Patriarch Bai killed, it would certainly make the entire white chalk city chaotic. And the city lord won't just let it go."
Zhou Fan turned his head, it turned out that the one beside him was Patriarch Qing.
Zhou Fan was silent for a moment, then turned to the place where Patriarch Bai, who was now surrounded by his guards.
"Letting him live is the same as keeping snakes in the yard" Zhou Fan said.
"At least you're not hostile to any other great clan, and also the city lord ... "
" ... Ignore the Qing clan and the Bai clan, besides the two clans there are still 3 large clans and dozens of small clans. If they are pseudo .... "
Patriarch Qing's words interrupted Zhou fan.
"Yes okay. It's up to the Patriarch." Zhou Fan left the place and walked over to the Qing elder's residence with a body full of injuries.
With Zhou Fan forced to let go of Patriarch Bai, he felt uneasy about not listening to Patriarch Qing's advice that had been kind to him all along.
If Patriarch Bai were to look for trouble for him in the future, Zhou Fan promised not to let it end easily.
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In a room decorated with light green, a young woman was lying on the bed with a young man beside her.
It was seen that the young man was holding onto the young lady's right hand, the two of them were none other than Zhou Fan as well as Qing Yuwei.
"Why is he in the stings so long?" Zhou Fan rubbed the back of Qing Yuwei's hand.
Zhou Fan looked around, not seeing any glasses or anything.
"I'd better get him a drink, who knows when he wakes up he's thirsty" Zhou Fan said, raising his butt.
Uh!
Zhou fan stopped as there was a pull on his sleeves.
Zhou Fan turned his head and found Qing Yuwei had opened his eyes.
"You okay?" The first word Qing Yuwei said when she saw Zhou Fan.
"Heem" Zhou Fan smiled as he muttered and returned to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You thirsty? I'll get it for you." Zhou Fan was about to leave, but Qing Yuwei pulled back his sleeves.
Qing Yuwei shook his head, then gestured for Zhou Fan to sit back down.
Zhou Fan obediently did so, then stroked the top of Qing Yuwei's head.
Qing Yuwei then hugged Zhou Fan, a sobbing of the girl sounded.
"Why?" zhou Fan asked gently as he stroked Qing yuwei's back.
"I... I'mfrightened... You're gonna hiks..." Qing Yuwei did not continue his words. Just imagine he did not dare to say it.
"Calm down, I'm standing here safe. You see?!" Zhou Fan let go of Qing Yuwei's embrace, then twisted his body and showed that he was fine.
"Emm..." Qing Yuwei nodded happily, then hugged Zhou Fan back. "Thank God."
Both of them took off hugs, Qing Yuwei's eyes sharpened upon discovering the incision wound on her fiance's body.
"You're hurt!" spontaneously, he quickly sat Zhou Fan in bed while he ran out to look for bandages.
Zhou Fan smiled, his heart warmed as Qing Yuwei worried about him.
Before long Qing Yuwei came with some equipment in his hand, Zhou Fan's forehead shriveled to find so many equipment.
"What do you want to do, Wei'er?" ask Zhou Fan.
"You shut up, let me wrap your wounds." Qing Yuwei pulled Zhou Fan's arm which had an incision wound.
"I'm fine, just a small wound, after all the recovery pill has been..." Before Zhou Fan said more, Qing Yuwei looked at him sharply.
"While the recovery pill can help you, it won't be too influential for external injuries" Qing Yuwei said firmly.
"You want to know how I'm gonna get cured?" suddenly Zhou Fan asked with a grinning face.
"Heem, how?" qing Yuwei muttered without turning her head, she who was focusing on the wound on Zhou Fan's arm did not know the young man's intentions.
"Do you want to help me?" asked Zhou Fan once more.
"If it makes you better, why not?" qing Yuwei replied still with a directed look at Zhou Fan's wound.
Zhou Fan smirked, then pulled Qing Yuwei's arm, making the girl fall in his arms.
"What are you doing?" qing Yuwei asked with a flushed face.
"What am I doing? Of course do what you agree to." Zhou Fan reversed his position, now he was on top.
"Flame... But... You're still hurt, what if luk..." Before finishing his words, his lips were already stuffed with lips by Zhou Fan.
Great events happen....