Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 82: Dealing with the Holy Warriors
After Zhou Fan exclaimed, the Two Twin Axes instantly moved barging forward, making a move, those in five-star senior fighters should be able to face ten senior fighters in the opposing camp who were flat still below them.
While for dozens of combatants the emperor will be taken care of by Zhou Jim and Shin. Both have reached senior fighters, at least offset the number of opponents that are not small, both can still survive.
Zhou Fan himself had already left his post, moving towards the camp that was in the middle of the other camp. One look he already knew that the camp was the place of the leader of the army, the holy fighter.
Hem...
"Although this is like a plan, but isn't it too easy to infiltrate the main camp?" Zhou Fan entered, his footsteps halted as inside the camp an old man sat on a chair while looking at him.
The old man seemed to know of his arrival, he was there looking like he was welcoming himself.
"Don't be too rigid, let's go here, we're talking." The old man gave Zhou Fan a glass of wine.
Zhou Fan did not immediately accept, for a while he only looked at the wine glass in the old man's hands.
"There is no poison in it, though it will not affect you much who is a holy warrior." The old man's smile was very mysterious, leaving Zhou Fan ignorant of what was inside the old man's head before him.
When the old man mentioned his cultivation, for a moment his facial water changed, but he calmly conditioned.
"Old man, no need to get stale, I came here to kill you." Zhou Fan gulped down the wine given, he had checked that it did not contain any poison.
"Hehe, calm down. I know that, we are on different paths, and the two roads intersect. If not me, then you'll die, then just relax." The old man was so calm, this made Zhou Fan hesitate.
Whether there was anything else he had missed, or around them there was a troop preparing for the standby. However it was impossible, because before attacking he himself had ascertained.
Zhou Fan took out a spear, he would no longer hesitate. By confirming his mind he began to prepare to attack.
The old man observed calmly, this so calm attitude was what made Zhou Fan hesitate. For him, facing an emotional person is ten times better than facing a very calm person.
Hyats!
Zhou Fan darted forward with a spear, but not yet a spear hit the opponent, a spear drove out.
"Our weapons are the same, spear. Indeed the spear is the most efficient in terms of attacking or defending." The old man pulled out his spear, then launched an attack while jumping.
Prangs!
However the attack could be repelled easily by Zhou Fan. While defending Zhou Fan raised his right leg, performing a sickle kick.
Swosh's...
The old man pulled his stomach, his hands slashing out a spear that could be avoided directly by Zhou Fan.
"Take out your technique, or you won't be able to survive." The old man started attacking using his flagship fighting technique.
Zhou Fan snorted, he then demonstrated the wind spear technique, but only movement, no tornado vortex was created around him.
Prangs... Trang!
The old man leaped away, his eyes not stopping to look at the movements previously demonstrated by Zhou Fan. "What do you use is the 'that' technique'?"
Zhou Fan squinted, he did not understand the word 'that' in question. He only used the wind spear technique, was that what the old man meant.
The old man looked serious, it seemed like this was due to the wind spear technique that Zhou Fan had displayed in the previous exchange.
Prangs!
But the technique he used did not make the spear easily destroyed, despite having clashed with dozens of attacks, no damage was too significant even though scratches were no longer inevitable.
"Yes, this is a 'it' technique'. I don't know how you learned it, who can obviously fight with you, I feel at ease when I have to be gone." The old man laughed as he continued to attack Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan was now completely certain that what he meant was the wind spear technique he used.
Blars!
The old man's spear let out a red ball that was so close to it instantly exploded, a small no-brain explosion making the camp crumble in flames.
Zhou Fan fully held on, the old man's movements grew more intense and every attack was always eyeing a vital point. Zhou Fan blocked each attack with a spear in hand, when he managed to break free, quickly leaping a few steps back.
"Is this the original form of the 'it' technique'?" The old man looked with sparkling eyes, now he could see the whirlpool of tornadoes spinning so fierce that even he would be sucked in if he did not have the ability to survive.
But against this attraction, it does not rule out the possibility of his body being seriously injured.
"The Dragon Spear Steps!" Zhou Fan suddenly arrived out of the vortex, his movements were extremely fast, making the already injured old man no longer able to dodge.
Crushes!
The spear pierced through the stomach, the old man's body instantly sitting down due to the extremely strong impulse of attack.
"Are you a magic spear ascetic disciple?" The old man in between his breath who was already stupefied asked Zhou Fan.
"That's a move, ' only he has it." The old man said again.
Is Grandfather Zen Yoan in question, is it true that his true identity is a magic spear hermit?
The question revolved around Zhou Fan's head, the identity of Zen Yoan whom he knew was only a beggar with high cultivation, who would have thought that the shabby grandfather was a magic spear hermit.
Zhou Fan did not know how strong Zen Yoan was, only that everyone who had the nickname of a hermit was a great figure who was no longer active in worldly affairs.
"Hem... It might be said that I'm his student." Zhou Fan stroked his chin, it was not wrong for him to think of Zen Yoan as a teacher, because for him every person who helped him increase his strength was a teacher.
"Help... The world is small, I died at the hands of a disciple who taught me spear techniques. At that time I was unable to make him lower his ability, it was none other than because I did not have such good talent." The old man smiled wryly.
"Now that I have no debt of gratitude to the first prince, he has given me a lot of resources to help me break through the ranks of holy warriors. This death, I won't regret."
"Oh, I just remembered. The wine you drink, it might surprise you. Consider it a gift from me." Right after saying, the old man exhaled his last breath, his face smiling, no more burden to bear.
Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes, he did not know the meaning of the old man's words. Surprise, what is meant by surprise, will anything good happen to him?
Zhou Fan stood up, kept the spear and walked away. Just a few steps away, he felt his body burn.
"What's wrong with my body?" Zhou Fan felt an overwhelming sense of heat, his body felt stiff and even his gaze began to twitch.
Zhou Fan circulated his inner strength to reduce the burning feeling he felt, but what he did was in vain.
Slowly the memory of this kind of feeling swirled in his head, the heat was so searing, and the body felt tense, this was indeed familiar to his memory.
"Damn!"