Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 129
Shang Qiu hardened his jaw, the old man looked as if he wanted to swallow Zhou Fan alive.
"You're brave enough for someone who's at the level of a one-star master fighter." Shang Qiu looked at Zhou Fan, his sharp eyes moving from top to bottom, assessing Zhou Fan's strength.
Shang Yui who heard his uncle's words immediately put on a puzzled and confused face, then glanced at his uncle.
"Is what you're saying true, uncle?" he asked with a slight glance towards Zhou Fan.
"Of course, he's just a one-star master-level fighter, but so arrogant before me, a one-star king-fighter." Shang Qiu raised his voice, drawing out people's sympathy for him to be considered the provocation party.
A bright smile rose on Shang Yui's face, the young lord of the Shang nobility then looked at Zhou Fan lightly, showed it, then said.
"Squeals! Only a one-star master fighter is so alone before me, let this young master teach you a lesson." he said with a trivial glance.
Shang Yui before hearing his uncle's remark thought Zhou Fan had cultivation on it which was currently at the level of a seven-star master fighter.
Hearing his uncle say so confidently, Shang Yui became confident, challenging Zhou Fan to a fight.
"Heheh... The rat came out of the nest without paying attention to the way, maybe that was the right sentence to describe you, the Shang noble family." Zhou Fan smiled faintly, pulling the corner of his lips.
The faces of the uncle and nephew were no longer bright, as if doused in hot sauce, both faces flushed red.
Shang Qiu tightly clenched his hands, his sharp nails were like needles piercing his hands, his wrinkled hands seemed to be spitting out blood rushing down.
While Shang Yui was gnashing her teeth strongly, there was a gurgling sound from within her mouth.
The pair of uncles and nephews exchanged lyrics, then Shang Yui nodded, as if understanding the gesture given by the uncle.
A second later Shang Yui shot out, her hands forming claws, preparing to lash at Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan grinned, his feet kicked the table, then he jumped avoiding Shang Yui's lesion.
Srakk... Brak!
The table that was kicked towards Shang Qiu, the old man just put up his fist, the wooden table was smashed into pieces.
Blars!
At the same time, Shang Yui continued to hunt Zhou Fan with both hands functioning like claws.
Zhou Fan still did not take out his sword, he still dodged, and continued to dodge.
Shang Qiu had only watched his nephew fight, feeling that the strength of the young man he was fighting against was still too weak, he was sure Shang Yui could defeat him.
"Strike me loser!" Shang Yui started to get annoyed, her attacks none of them were on target.
"Heh.. " Zhou Fan snorted then went to serve Shang Yui, with one hand open and one hand clenched he put up a horse.
Shang Yui smiled, feeling that she had managed to lure Zhou Fan out to attack.
Then the two darted, Zhou Fan pulled his hand, sliding swiftly.
Being within range, Zhou Fan quickly pushed his palm, eyeing Shang Yui's stomach.
Shang Yui looked at Zhou fan's movements, the young man crossed his arms, flanked Zhou Fan's hands then pushed him up.
Phak!
Zhou Fan pulled his right hand, flicking his clenched left hand, his hand darting towards Shang Yui's head.
Shang Yui felt a gust of wind that was so close, spontaneously lowered her head, crouched down, then her feet tried to hook Zhou Fan's feet.
Wush...
Zhou Fan jumped, while jumping he kicked Shang Yui's head with his knees.
Dugh.. Brak!
Shang Yui who did not have time to react had to let herself hit Zhou Fan's knee, the young man bounced against the wall.
Some people who were there before, began to scatter out, afraid to get involved in problems that they thought were not within his reach.
The thin-moustached middle-aged man greeted his young master, swept him to his feet, then stared intently at Zhou Fan.
"How dare you hurt Young Master Shang, I won't let you go!" Right after sitting down his young master, he darted with a sword in his hand.
With his cultivation being at the level of a five-star grand master fighter, he felt confident that he could defeat the young man before him.
Hyatt....
"Server's sword!" The thin-moustached middle-aged man shook his sword, along with it a glowing ball headed towards Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan swiftly jumped to the side, rolled over a few times and grabbed the sword on his back.
Duars!
The glowing ball instantly exploded as it struck where Zhou Fan was standing.
Zhou Fan stood up while grasping the night blood sword, a tyrannical aura spreading around the room, making Shang Qiu frown.
Inwardly he wanted the sword in Zhou Fan's hand, once he saw that in the hand of the young man before him was a high-quality sword.
Zhou Fan who was originally relaxed put on a serious face. He felt that the matter with the Shang noble family was already so deep, why not just make a hole at all. Thought the young man.
"You forced me!" Zhou Fan darted quickly, his cultivation being at the level of a nine-star grand master fighter was very easy to defeat his opponent.
Even if it was Shang Qiu who had the strength of a one-star king fighter, it was no big deal for Zhou Fan to defeat him.
Shang Qiu sensed danger, the old man looked at Zhou Fan with a complicated look.
Truly he did not understand, it was clear he saw the strength of the young man before him was only a one-star master fighter.
Not only did he defeat his nephew who was at the level of a seven-star master fighter, but from his body gave off an aura that even he felt depressed.
Shang Qiu continued to stare at Zhou Fan, observing very closely, trying to dig out what he could dig up.
While Zhou Fan was fighting with the thin-moustached middle-aged man, Shang Yui's bodyguard.
Zhou Fan continued slashing nimbly, forcing his opponent to retreat, without even being given any moves to attack.
Cold sweat began to wet the thin mustachioed middle-aged man's back, in his life he had never been at all dazed in his mind to be defeated by a young man.
Trang....
Zhou Fan continued to aim for his opponent's head while on the other hand trying to get out of the pressure of Zhou Fan's attack.
"You forced me, don't blame me for not being merciful." Zhou Fan swung his sword sideways, overwhelming the opponent.
Shuffled around just to keep his head up, what a crazy attack he had to avoid.
Shutt....
Zhou Fan's sword only darted over the middle-aged man's head, seeing his attack miss he drew his sword and quickly pushed it away.
Seeing that Zhou Fan was about to stab straight into his stomach, the thin-moustached middle-aged man confronted him with his sword.
Trang!
Zhou Fan's sword was stuck right in front of the opponent's stomach.
The thin-moustached middle-aged man let out a long sigh, while Zhou Fan smirked.
A second later Zhou Fan quickly turned his sword, then jerked it, making the sword of the thin mustachioed middle-aged man slam away.
Clangs....
Zhou Fan again grinned, revealing a devilish-looking smile in the eyes of the thin-moustached middle-aged man.
"Time to part!"