Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 259: Next Round
After defeating his opponent, Zhou Fan became the center of attention. Not just in the view of the audience, but also other participants around him.
Zhou Fan's speed in taking out the opponent was so fast, even the other participants who fought first had yet to show any tangible results.
Of course what Zhou Fan did was so interesting for them to see.
In the minds of all the participants in the fourth arena, not much different from the thoughts of the audience, they thought the young man who was thrown was too careless.
However unlike the middle-aged man standing in the middle of the arena, his eyes stared intently at Zhou Fan, he seemed reluctant to turn away from the young man.
Zhou Fan glared, he did not care about the gaze given to him, he looked around and observed the fight starting to return to normal.
Huft...
A satisfied smile was faintly visible on his face, seeing that no one was intending to fight him, allowing him to save his energy so as not to be wasted.
However it did not last long, as the middle-aged man walked towards him. With small footsteps he pulled the large sword that was dragging on the arena floor.
"You're strong." Two words, only two words were spoken from his mouth. There are no words after.
Zhou Fan was about to reply, or at least would nod. But the middle-aged man first interjected. "The strong must be removed immediately."
Hearing that, Zhou Fan frowned. Seeing the middle-aged man begin to stretch his body, Zhou Fan spontaneously put a dagger in front of his chest.
The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully, whether it was him belittling or praising what Zhou Fan was doing. His facial expression was hard to understand.
Shutt...
Without an aba, the middle-aged man darted out hunting Zhou Fan. The great sword shook so gallantly.
Trangs...
As the two weapons collided, sparks were created, the heat was intensely felt around the two.
The middle-aged man drew his greatsword, he then turned the greatsword as his body also twisted.
The wind blew fiercely, along with that a storm was seen pointing towards the direction Zhou Fan was standing in.
Zhou Fan advanced with the fire king's dagger, as he thrust in a wisp of energy centered in the dagger's eyes.
Blars!
As if the gas met with fire, the storm shattered and caused an explosion.
The explosion could not be said to be simple, even some participants near them immediately bounced out of the arena.
The entire person who witnessed nothing could withstand the shock. Now that their eyes were completely opened, the strength of the youth they had underestimated turned out to be able to compensate for the strength of the middle-aged man in the fourth arena.
Although the attack had already taken out a few people, the middle-aged man seemed to have not been satisfied if he had not defeated Zhou Fan.
With the legs that he had previously bent, the middle-aged man jumped up. Not getting there, he deployed fighting techniques that had always been his pride.
"Anged Dragon!"
The cries of the middle-aged man sounded so loud, subconsciously the participants near them stopped the fight and looked towards the middle-aged man.
Zhou Fan did not want to lose, there was someone waiting for him, he would not let the opportunity just go.
The right leg he pulled slightly back, the right hand carrying the dagger he put near the chest, while the left hand dangled down. His eyes straight ahead, he did not let the middle-aged man disappear from his sight.
As soon as the middle-aged man darted, Zhou Fan also followed what his opponent was doing. The young man felt that if he had to continue to defend, he would put forth a much more exhausting effort, better to fight and as much as possible to defeat the opponent.
Trangs...
Phak...
However the move could still be stopped by the middle-aged man, with the one grasping the sword he was holding back while pulling the great sword.
Zhou Fan pulled back the swing of his hand, his right leg raised grabbing onto the middle-aged man's shoulder.
Bhak...
The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he could still raise his left hand.
The fight between the two people was very great, unaware that all participants began to feel the impact of the fight between the emperor fighters.
One by one out of the arena. Either the affected person or the attacks of the two people, or those who surrendered because they did not want to endanger their own lives.
Zhou Fan had yet to realize that now only he and the middle-aged man were left, not even his opponent was aware. The two were too cool to exchange attacks, to forget about the first round selection.
"Wait a moment..," The middle-aged man jumped up while pulling his attack, Zhou Fan also jumped back a few times.
Zhou Fan dyed, looking for other participants who had previously been very cool in fighting around them, but were now not involved at all.
"You see, now there's only two of us left. Let's end the fight, let's finish it when we meet in the next round."
The middle-aged man kept a large sword on his back, a sword that had a length almost equivalent to the height of a middle-aged man's body looking lightly when hung on his owner's back.
Zhou Fan also kept the fire king's dagger, he put it into the storage ring.
He admitted that the middle-aged man's strength was fairly strong, if he wasn't serious about using a dagger, he might be wretched by the brutal game that the middle-aged man was demonstrating.
However if Zhou Fan used a sword, one hundred percent he could defeat him.
After a while of just remaining silent above the arena and witnessing the departure of the middle-aged man, Zhou Fan went down while picking up a number sign that he was a participant of the next round.
Awe continued to radiate from the people who were looking at him, it was very clear their previous views had changed.
Now that no one could not believe Zhou Fan's abilities, the young man seemed to have successfully torn down the fortress in their minds.
"It looks like brother Yin Cun is getting a troublesome opponent." Zhou Fan observed Yin Cun fighting with a man who was no longer young.
Seen beard is also a thick mustache like a wilderness. Zhou Fan could see that the middle-aged man's strength was at least above Yin Cun's level.
Yet there was something strange about the aura his friend was emitting, as if the young man was undaunted by an opponent stronger than him.
"It seems like brother Yin Cun has some unique abilities." Zhou Fan guessed what was really behind Yin Cun's confidence.
It is impossible if confidence arises without preparation, of course there is something that makes someone feel confident.
Zhou Fan who noticed every movement issued by Yin Cun, frowned when he saw his friend's staff glow faintly.
"Does he also have an heirloom weapon?" The thought suddenly flashed through his head.
If it was true what he was thinking, that level was the reason for Yin Cun's soaring self-confidence.
But keep in mind, that heirloom weapons have different abilities, do not know what can be done stick in the hands of Yin Cun.
Zhou Fan who was originally not sure Yin Cun could hold on, could only shake his head while pulling a slight corner of his lips.
"Nothing to worry about."