Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 196: Sutta Sing
"Woe... He's got millions
gold coins with just one match, it's envious."
"Much effort.don't just hope without doing anything, because it's a big zero."
"If you feel you can beat him, just go ahead and challenge him."
"The Queen can't afford it!"
The conversation of some people sounded exciting, they were talking about Zhou Fan who managed to get the gold coins belonging to the black-clothed man after defeating him.
The black-clothed man stepped down with a limp step, he was determined to continue walking on his own, when anyone intended to break him instead he simply refused.
Zhou Fan stood in the middle of the arena, he was waiting for an opponent who would challenge him.
No one dared to raise their hands, everyone just kept quiet and looked at each other, as if telling one of them to go up and fight.
"Who would foolishly fight him, when a fighter who won many battles could not defeat him."
"If anyone is willing to fight him, maybe in this village only Sutta Sing has the cultivation of a seven-star king fighter, but he is not too interested in this betting event."
"You're right... Sutta Sing can definitely beat him, if he's here I'm sure he's the defending champion."
They continued to talk about Sutta Sing, until a small voice like a girl's screech could be heard making everyone heard instantly.
"Sutta Sing doesn't like it the most if anyone talks about it!" the two-meter-tall large-bodied man walked open the road.
"That's it... I don't know what made him come, in the year before, he never once came" whispered one of the men there.
"Sutta Sing heard there were great fighters at the betting event, so Sutta Sing came to ask him to bet." The big-bodied strapping man looked creepy, but the impression would wear off if he started to open his voice.
His high shrill voice like that of a screaming girl made him feel funny, but no one would dare to laugh at him, as he was the strongest cultivator in the biyu village.
"You disrespectful young man, don't judge from my voice, a cultivator isn't judged from the voice as he speaks." Sutta Sing pointed at Zhou Fan who seemed to be holding back a laugh.
Who doesn't laugh, when there's a big tall, muscular man, has a shrill voice. Thought Zhou Fan.
"Where is the person who said he was strong?" Sutta Sing said while looking for the person who might be the strongest person there is.
"You!" Sutta Sing pointed at the man with the sword sheathed at the waist.
The man approached, but upon hearing Sutta Sing's question he stopped moving.
"Are you that guy?"
"Not Mr. Sutta, not me... He's the one." The man of the brew showed Zhou Fan who was still standing on top of the arena.
Sutta Sing followed the direction of the man's forefinger, instantly his eyes narrowed as his gaze stopped at the young man who had laughed at him.
"You!"
Sutta Sing again pointed at the man who looked strong in his eyes, despite still being under his cultivation.
"It's not me Mr. Sutta, he's the one." the appointed man quickly retreated while shaking one hand, while the other hand pointed at Zhou Fan.
Sutta Sing's face frowned, but he tried to remain calm.
"Sir Suti..."
"Sutta Sing!" Just a word came out of Zhou Fan's mouth, directly snapped by the name owner.
"Yayayaa... Whatever," Zhou Fan waved his hand as if it wasn't an important matter. Then continue his words. "I agree with you 'a cultivator isn't judged by his voice as he speaks', but I'd like to add 'age is not a benchmark'."
Jlem...
Sutta Sing rode the arena so beautifully, his small body hitting the arena floor violently, giving rise to vibrations that could make people sway.
"I admit what you said is true. How about ten million gold coins?" Sutta Sing issued a bet.
Such a huge bet made everyone open their mouths wide. "Ten million? It was even equivalent to the income of a small clan for a year in this village."
Zhou Fan scratched his chin, he did not have that many gold coins in his storage ring.
Seeing Zhou Fan not give an answer made Sutta Sing impatient. "Why, don't you dare?"
"Well... It turned out to be just an empty barrel, I thought he'd be willing to bet against Mr. Sutta Sing, but he couldn't even talk so scared of him.
"It's not like that, I don't have as many coins as you... But I have an item that can be comparable to that." Zhou Fan took out a seventh level cultivation pill.
Once the pill was taken out everyone's eyes could not be diverted from the young man's hands. Who does not know a seventh level cultivation pill, the aura that emanated alone can make people look at it.
"Is that a level seven cultivation pill?" said Sutta Sing with a stuttering voice.
The seventh level cultivation pill was a step pill in this village, although in the center of the city it could still be obtained, it would not be easy, because having to follow the auction and rival were not only dozens of people.
"How's it?" Zhou Fan tilted his head, waiting for Sutta Sing's reply.
"All right!" Without thinking of him the times the big-looking man immediately agreed to it.
He thought the opportunity would not come twice, if he were to waste today, he did not know when else would get this easy chance again.
The two people above the arena swiftly grabbed their weapons, both equally as making swords as weapons, but that would be different since the night blood sword was no ordinary sword.
"Pill cultivate, I'm coming!"
Sutta Sing smashed Zhou Fan with his sword, while attacking he shouted loudly and it made some people laugh.
As if not caring about him being a laughing stock, Sutta Sing continued to target Zhou Fan's body, but the young man was able to smoothly dodge his slash.
Zhou Fan scattered his sword straight, making a silhouette of wind that moved towards Sutta Sing. But the big man quickly took out a stance, the sword shadow swiftly slashing down on Zhou Fan's stance.
Blars!
The explosion of two moves echoed in the arena. After the battle, Sutta Sing could feel Zhou Fan's strength was not beneath him.
Right after the two moves merged into one, the two jumped into a close combat.
Zhou Fan swung his sword, but Sutta Sing also not only remained silent, he slashed down opposite, making his second sword reverse.
Trangs...
Zhou Fan quickly drew his sword, then pushed his eye toward Sutta Sing's chest.
Srek....
Zhou Fan's sword only scratched Sutta Sing's sword body, the big man spread his sword in front of his chest.
Slings...
Sutta Sing pushed his sword, forcing Zhou Fan to lift the night blood sword.
Feeling that the opportunity had come, Sutta Sing did not want to waste the opportunity, with the blink of an eye he pushed his leg to land a kick that targeted Zhou Fan's stomach.
Plaque...
Bruaks!
Sutta Sing was thrown with his body losing balance. Zhou Fan was still standing upright in his place.
Sutta Sing stood up quickly, he lowered his head to twist his painful ankle.
Just as his feet were about to touch Zhou Fan's stomach, the young man quickly caught Sutta Sing's feet, he twisted and then blew as far as he could.
The two sides looked at each other, there was nothing they could bring out other than a look of intimidation. The two back together, Zhou Fan not only pulled out an ordinary sword, he moved this time to bring out the sword god technique.
The longer the big man was getting desperate, the incision wounds started to get neatly lodged in his body.
Blood splattered on the arena floor. Everyone who witnessed it spontaneously held their breath, for it was too unexpected that this would happen.
The strongest person in the biyu village was defeated by a young man, what a fatal attack to their mentality.
Bugt..
Sutta Sing's body fell weakly, he lost a lot of blood making his body limp.
He gave up, then quickly swallowed his high-level election pill.
After just watching the silent Sutta Sing recuperate, finally the big man got up and instantly took out the gold coins he had promised.
"I lost.. You are!"