Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 277: Ms. Qiong
"It will soon be your turn, brother Zhou." Wu Zetian said without averted his gaze.
Zhou Fan nodded, he knew that soon it would be time to fight. To his attention, he wondered who his opponent was.
Zhou Fan already knew that his opponent was named Bu Qiong, but he only knew his name, because his name was listed on the number 91 ranking list.
After the rank 11 outer disciple came out as the winner, the referee above the arena raised a hand while calling the next disciple, and this was Zhou Fan's time.
When Zhou Fan's name was mentioned, instantly the atmosphere became bustling. Zhou Fan's name over the past month had been horrendous with his achievements, and now appeared before so many people.
Not only the outer disciples, the inner disciples even the elders who were there held great hopes towards Zhou Fan.
"It's a fortune to be able to compete with an amazing young man like you." The young man with a snow-white face said politely as he took out his spear.
Zhou Fan's first impression of Bu Qiong was excellent. To her fellow outer disciples, Bu Qiong did not look down on her, even though she was a new generation.
"Brother Ma'am, don't say that. You're no worse than me. Let's fight, I'll take it seriously." Zhou Fan also took out the fire king's dagger.
"As brother Zhou said." Bu Qiong twisted his spear once, his legs slightly he pulled while his left hand was placed at the waist.
As soon as the referee started the fight, Zhou Fan instantly flicked the fire king's dagger.
"Wind blade!"
Several pointed blades formed from the vortex of wind, darting towards Bu Qiong.
But the thirty-five-year-old man jumped while pointing his spear forward.
When the tip of the spear held down the wind blade, a small explosion sounded earthy.
Slashwas... Slashwas...
Although his cultivation level was at the level of an eight-star king fighter, he fought confidently. Maybe he did not know for sure the strength of the opponent, somehow Bu Qiong reacted when he knew the level of his opponent.
"Wind blade!"
This time it came out not just three or four, but dozens of knives with smaller sizes. But stored power is greater than before.
Bu Qiong instantly took a standby stance, he retreated several times while stretching his spear forward.
"Piercing prey!"
As soon as the man shouted, the silhouette of a tiger head came out from the tip of the spear. Its large size can dispel all the knives that are about to nest in its body.
But the attack is not over, from behind, suddenly the wind feels firmer. Quickly Bu Qiong turned his body, along with that his hand swept around turning the spear.
Trangs...
Zhou Fan who was already preparing to attack, his dagger should stop right in front of Bu Qiong's face. The spear with the carving of the tiger head in the eyes of his spear was firmly holding back.
"You're strong." While saying Zhou Fan pulled the fire king's dagger, without wasting any time he again attacked eyeing the waist.
Trangs...
But once again the attack can be broken. Holding the two ends of the spear parallel to his body, he looked at Zhou Fan. "Not worth you."
Bu Qiong could feel that Zhou Fan was still holding back his strength, he recalled very well when the young man defeated Tue Yeun and mocked her rank.
The two continued to clash attacks, but Bu Qiong seemed to be thinking about something, he was not so focused, even often getting punches as well as incisions in his body.
"Brother Ma'am, if you don't have the spirit to fight you'll never grow."
While attacking Zhou Fan said, he did not use a loud voice, he kept the pride of Bu Qiong in front of the many people who were watching them.
Hearing Zhou Fan's advice, Bu Qiong regained his senses, he began to attack, and this time he attacked with vigor. Although his body had been muddled by his carelessness, he had no problem with it and was moving faster and faster.
Seeing the fight getting more exciting, the students watching exclaimed in encouragement. Although most supported Zhou Fan, there were also not a few who supported Bu Qiong.
But still, it was Zhou Fan who won. However on Bu Qiong's face showed no remorse, even he was smiling brightly in his pale face.
Everyone had no voice when the fight ended, even though Bu Qiong had lost, he had also exerted his best ability. He managed to make everyone feel a sense of tension.
"You're amazing, brother ma'am." Zhou Fan walked up to Bu Qiong, when the distance was only a few feet away, he reached out to help Bu Qiong get up from his seat.
The man accepted with open arms, then stood together down the arena. The atmosphere that had been silent, immediately rumbled full of applause.
"This fight is the most exciting fight right now. Bu Qiong was really struggling, he was a tough fighter."
"Both parties are really amazing, even though Zhou Fan won the fight, Bu Qiong is not bad either."
There are many more such words. Bu Qiong who heard felt a bit of entertainment despite having been knocked out of the competition.
"Brother Zhou, I hope we can be friends." Bu Qiong left Zhou Fan while showing his fist held high.
A moment after Zhou Fan descended, Yin Cun as well as Wu Zetian walked up to him, both of them like bug bullies in Zhou Fan's eyes.
"These two people will soon make a speech." Zhou Fan sighed weakly, turning the eyeballs lazily.
"Brother Zhou, I know you're amazing. You deserve to be called the eldest brother." Wu Zetian patted Zhou Fan on the left shoulder, while on the right there was already Yin Cun.
Yin Cun was not only silent, he and Wu Zetian were like flies that kept buzzing around food.
In the seat...
"Sister Wei's schoolgirl, I think I saw you smiling. I just found out you can smile too." A person beside Wei Guanlin caught sight of the woman as he looked at Zhou Fan.
Hearing the sister-in-law's statement, he immediately turned his face away, no longer taking a look at Zhou Fan anymore.
"Self, do you know that young man named Zhou Fan?" With a smile on his lips, Wei Guanlin's older brother said in a seductive tone.
Wei Guanlin tried to condition the expression on her face, while keeping a tinge of shyness she distracted.
"Uncle Miao, didn't you come to look for your fiancee?"
And sure enough, the woman named Miao Ling immediately remembered the purpose of her arrival. With his sharp eyes he then looked for his fiancee, from a higher place he could not believe he could not find her.
"Why do I feel familiar with the figure beside that young man named Zhou Fan, he ...." Miao Ling stared so fixedly. Because the figure was behind him, he could not confirm it clearly.
Wei Guanlin spontaneously returned to Zhou Fan's place, but it wasn't the young man who was his focal point, but rather he was the figure beside him.
As soon as they turned around, their faces were plastered. Miao Ling's eyes immediately reddened, revealing a deep snarl.
"Yin fucking Cun! I finally got you!"