Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 64: City Tournament... 8
Patriarch Zhou, I didn't expect the rumored young man of trash to be able to give off such a powerful aura..." Patriarch Ling turned his head to look at Patriarch Zhou.
"Heem...." Clan Patriarch Shui also turned his head towards Zhou Fei expecting to get an answer from the old man.
"I also don't know where he emits such a powerful aura with his cultivation being at the level of a 9-star beginner fighter, either, of the many younger generations of the Zhou Clan he is the one I have least considered."
Zhou Fei shook his head, he really did not know how Zhou Fan did it.
"How can you abandon such a monstrous talent like this, not only can you suppress a 3-star advanced fighter with just his aura alone, but he is also a sword genius! I don't think I'd be able to defeat him so easily if I just dueled a sword technique, without any inner strength."
Clan Patriarch Shui was so stunned by Zhou Fan's initial two matches, that even though he wasn't a member of his clan, he also regretted that Zhou Fan's perfect talent had to be abandoned.
The Patriarch of the Shui Clan was so astonished by Zhou Fei that he thought Zhou Fan was a pearl among so many precious stones, abandoning him was tantamount to wasting a clear pearl in front of him.
Meanwhile, Ye Shou who was still depressed by Zhou Fan's aura, now even he was no longer strong enough to maintain his consciousness.
The jury or others had not stopped the match because Ye Shou had not said surrender yet and he was still in a state of consciousness, Ye Shou did not not want to give up but the circumstances forced him to remain there.
They will also not stop the match as long as the participant does not intend or attempt to kill their opponent.
Everyone began to realize the hardships Ye Shou was going through when he saw how the young man's sweat was flowing, with a face that looked so ugly he tried to endure.
Simultaneously, their gaze towards Zhou Fan returned like they had after seeing Zhou Fan's sword technique ability yesterday, there were no disdainful or sneering gazes, now there were only admiring gazes from that audience.
Zhou Fan who saw how quickly people's views towards him changed was just being indifferent, he had indeed predicted it, if he showed his strength then this kind of gaze he would get.
"Have it, I pity to see you like holding a piss heheh." Zhou Fan really released the pressure of his aura on Ye Shou.
Slowly Ye Shou tried to get up, but his legs seemed unwilling to cooperate with him, his legs tingling because for too long he looked down before Zhou Fan.
After waiting for a while, his legs began to return to normal. Ye Shou got up and stared intently at the young man before him, wanting to feel like he was clawing at the young man's face.
But thinking about how easily the young man suppressed him by just using his aura alone made himself slightly goosebumps.
"Sad... I gave up, "Although with a slightly cocky feeling the young man was finally willing to admit his defeat.
He exited the arena still with a face full of sweat, how the pressure that Zhou Fan exerted actually imprinted in his memories.
"Heheh..." Zhou Fan chuckled at the departure of Ye Shou who looked still upset towards him.
While Zhou Yin settled Zhou Fan with an indecipherable look,
"How much do you hide your strength, how can you be silent when everyone insults you" The girl.
"Do I have to apologize to him, yes I have to!" His murmur finally confirmed his determination to meet Zhou Fan, although he was unable to return as he had hoped to still be close to the young man.
The host who had been stunned to see the incident before him could not comment anymore, he could only declare Zhou Fan as a participant who qualified for the next round.
Zhou Fan who looked uncomfortable with the surrounding circumstances finally decided to return to the inn that was specifically reserved for the participants.
After the match, they would not compete anymore, so Zhou Fan preferred to relax in his room instead of staying there to watch the match.
To maintain the participants' comfort, the host provided the participants with an inn that was specific to them, the 32 participants were in the same inn, none of whom treated them differently, both those from large clans and others get ordinary rooms.
Coincidentally the location of the inn was not too far away from the tournament field, Zhou Fan only needed a few minutes to arrive at the inn on a leisurely walk.
"Why did you come back so soon?" when Zhou Fan entered the inn door he was greeted by a servant who happened to recognize Zhou Fan as one of the participants of the black stone city tournament.
"It's so boring to be there, I need calm. After all I have competed so there is no need there anymore" Zhou fan said as he threw two gold coins at the servant.
"I.this..." The servant looked at the gold coins already in his hand alternating with the face of the young man.
"Give me the best food you can give me" said the man, who seemed to understand the waiter's gaze.
"Ah. i yes, your food will be ready in no time." The waiter regained his senses from his daydreams and immediately left Zhou Fan who was seen looking for his seat.
Zhou Fan was sitting by the window, he could see how crowded the streets of this village were. From young to old, everything seems to fill the streets,
"Lin'er..," Zhou Fan muttered as he looked at the silhouette of the girl he was very familiar with.
Zhou Fan rubbed his eyes with both hands, then popped his head out the window to magnify his angle of view, he searched in all directions that could reach his sight, he said, but he did not find the figure he was looking for.
"Basic Lin'er, leaving is still bothering me." Zhou Fan rubbed his face roughly.
Not long ago the waiter who had approached Zhou Fan with a few dishes of food with him,
"Please master, hopefully according to your taste," he said then returned to the back leaving Zhou Fan.
It didn't take long for Zhou Fan to finish his entire meal, after finishing his meal he returned to his room which happened to be on the second floor of this inn.
"What should I do?" Zhou Fan was visibly thinking, he rubbed his chin which looked still smooth without hair.
"Ah, I'd better return my pill stockpile, and also I feel that a tier 4 cultivation pill doesn't help me so much, I should try to make a tier Five cultivation pill," Broken Zhou Fan.
He immediately took out an ingredient that he thought was an herbal plant to make the pill.
Zhou Fan's herbs were still very numerous in his storage ring, besides there were herbs, in Zhou Fan's other storage ring there were also other valuable items, ranging from weapons, books, and books, coins until the spiritual water becomes the permanent occupant of its storage ring.
As Zhou Fan examined the contents inside his ring, he always felt satisfied and proud thinking about how lucky he was to be able to enter his teacher's cave.