Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 258: True Moon Sect Selection
"Brother Zhou, I will wait for you in the next round, lest you lose even before the last round." Yin Cun laughed and started to step foot into the first arena.
Zhou Fan did not reply, he only smiled faintly, making Yin Cun who was still glancing at him chuckle while scratching his head.
After elder Que explained all the things in detail, everyone including Zhou Fan and also Yin Cun rose to the top of their respective arenas.
In the fourth arena, Zhou Fan was standing at the edge, he thought by looking for a place on the outskirts he would not attract too much attention.
The strength of the participants was quite strong, because if the overall look was some middle-aged men who were first-star emperor level fighters, there was even something that Zhou Fan could not see.
But he was still lucky, because in the fourth arena he was not with a middle-aged man who was above his level, even though there was a man in his 40s who was at his level.
The true moon sect was truly the center of cultivators in the three Empires, although entering into the territory of the Shi Empire, the strength of a true moon sect exceeded even the Empire itself.
The myriad of great people with big names who were here, perhaps if they wanted to, very easily took over the power of the three Empires and confirmed the true moon sect as the supreme power.
Yet they had no interest at all, it was evident from the history of the true moon sect that had always coexisted with the three Empires, even when there were conflicts between Empires they preferred to raise their hands.
"There is only one emperor fighter, other than me in the fourth arena. But nine-star king level fighters were also eight not a few." Zhou Fan looked at the strength of the people around him one by one.
Although facing a one-star emperor realm fighter was still capable of him, it would not end well if the others joined in attacking him.
In the middle of the fourth arena, the middle-aged man in short-sleeved clothes, as well as the large sword in hand stood so leisurely.
He looked so confident that he would defeat all the participants if he fought seriously, he could see that the strength of the people within the fourth arena was not comparable to him.
Sometimes the middle-aged man glanced at the cynical few youths who were looking at him, even though he was the oldest in the fourth arena, he had no words of condolence, because there was no age provision in the selection of a true moon sect.
Dozens of participants were still observing one by one the opponents around them, a glimpse of the confident trace in their eyes. Although they were not sure they could defeat the middle-aged man, they were confident that they could become the five people who advanced to the next round.
Zhou Fan who was in the outer circle, was looked at one eye by some people, participants or spectators no one placed any attention on him.
As an old man climbed the arena, all the participants took weapons. Zhou Fan did not take out the night blood sword, he still saved for the fight in the next round.
He used the fire king dagger, it was a legendary rank dagger that was actually a gift to Qing Yuwei.
Zhou Fan twisted the dagger with that slightly reddish color, as the name suggests, this dagger contained hot air in every part of it.
By using the dagger as a weapon, he intended to hone a fighting skill that he had not applied for a very long time.
The old man who was in the middle threw a cloth, the cloth flew over, while the old man had already left the arena.
All the participants looked at the black cloth so seriously, no one dared to turn their eyes away from the cloth.
As soon as the cloth lay on the arena floor, some people directly lunged at the opponent they were already aiming for. Zhou Fan was still standing at his spot, he was not at all considered, not even anyone attacked him.
Just like him, the middle-aged man standing in the middle also did not move from his place. However their impression was different, if the middle-aged man was avoided because of his strength, Zhou Fan was avoided because it felt so easy to get rid of him.
"This is also good, I don't have to fight from the beginning. Makes me relax." Zhou Fan sighed with a satisfied look.
But not yet his face changed expression, a sword silhouette aimed towards him.
Wosh's...
"Damn!" Zhou Fan jumped while bending his legs, he saw that where he was standing there was a scratch along the two steps.
As soon as he landed, it turned out that the one who attacked him was a long-haired young man in blue clothes.
"Junk! How can you follow the selection?!" The young man thought Zhou Fan was only a young master of a distinguished family who could only spend wealth.
The more obvious the wrinkle became, he actually wanted to relax, but his leisure time was shattered by the appearance of the blue-clothed youth.
The audience who accidentally saw Zhou Fan face off against one of the participants immediately concluded.
'A bad boy'.
They thought Zhou Fan would be thrown out with just a few moves.
"Let me drive you home!" The blue-clothed youth darted and moved the sword in his hand.
When he slashed, a sword silhouette shot out hunting Zhou Fan.
Not panic or fear as the blue-clothed youth thought, Zhou Fan instead looked so confident.
While moving the dagger, he darted. "Silent dagger!"
Pyars...
Without a mark, the silhouette of the sword shattered into pieces, as if the stance was so fragile.
Seeing his nurse crumble just like that, the young man immediately charged forward, a battle technique he was proud of without hesitation he unleashed.
Trangs...
The fire king dagger collided with the sword which was also a rank lagend weapon. Equal strength makes the battle of weapons determined from the magnitude of the power of the user.
Zhou Fan who had the strength of an emperor fighter could easily control the situation, he pulled a dagger and quickly advanced while tearing.
Srek...
The young man's clothes were torn apart, the tear so wide and long, from the front right waist to the back.
Not getting there, the target of the attack is actually the back.
As Zhou Fan slashed he moved behind his opponent's back, when the opponent was still in a state of shock due to the scratches he had inflicted, his legs smoothly floated towards the young man.
The young man was thrown into the crowd of people watching, the faint-looking barrier was as if it was just a shadow, not at all trying to hold back the young man's body.
Seeing Zhou Fan defeat an opponent, everyone who watched could only gawk, they did not expect the events to turn around, not according to what they expected.
"It must be lucky, he was only lucky that the blue-clothed youth was overconfident." One observer said with great confidence.
All who heard the nodding of their heads agreed, if not so then how could it be, the strength of the blue-clothed youth was at least an eight-star king level fighter.
Zhou Fan was in their view absolutely nothing.