Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 195: Winning the Bet
The man beside Zhou Fan immediately turned his head and put on a confused face as well as astonished.
"Hem? How's it?" Zhou Fan glanced at a glance then looked back over the arena.
"You pick whichever, I pick the red." Zhou Fan pointed at the man who was the defending champion.
Weepy!
"You picked the seed, do you think I was stupid to pick the dregs! What if you fight with me?" challenge the man with certainty.
Zhou Fan raised next to his brows, turning his gaze completely to look at the man beside him.
"What... Don't you dare?" the man displayed a paltry smile, assuming Zhou Fan did not dare to fight him.
"Obviously not a cultivator but a lot of gibberish," the man slowly read, Zhou Fan only smiled in response.
Zhou Jim who seemed to understand Zhou Fan had been humbled, he howled while groaning.
"Take your dog, or I'll make it my lunch." The man pointed at Zhou Jim with a look of disdain.
Zhou Fan glanced at Zhou Jim, making the wolf calm down.
While above the arena the red-clothed man was ready with a double sword in his grasp, while the black-clothed man before him had already prepared his machete.
As if waiting for the timing they had planned, they were still silent to each other, no one dared to take the first move.
However, the two suddenly darted with high shock.
Busty!
Trangs...
Both of them hit each other's weapons and back away then darted again.
Trangs... Trings...
The red-clothed man's double sword slid slashing towards the neck of the black-clothed man, but by tilting his body he managed to dodge it.
While dodging the black-clothed man using the right hand that held the machete.
Trangs...
The sword in the left hand of the red-clothed man could withstand the attack of the cleaver that was aiming at his left chest. But the other armrests of the black-clothed man could not be anticipated.
Bagh's!
Bruck...
The red-clothed man bounced with his mouth spitting out blood, he grabbed his stomach with his hand still grasping the sword.
"I'm giving up!"
The red-clothed man gave up and came down after tossing the betting coin.
Heh...
Zhou Fan snorted, the man beside you choked on his own saliva. It turns out that the champion lost, he felt a loss for refusing a bet that if passed on he could win.
The black-clothed man now stood waiting for the opponent, he checked the gold coin pouch with a sumringah face.
"Choose me! Fifteen gold coins!"
"Choose me ... "
Cheers re-sounding, many enthusiastically leaping while throwing bags of gold coins hoping to attract the attention of the black-clothed man.
The black-clothed man finally picked an opponent, and he won again. The black-clothed man continued to fight until no one else dared to fight him.
He had already pocketed hundreds of thousands of gold coins, making him even more confident.
"Come on... Who else!" exclaimed the black-clothed man from the top of the arena, he started to get anxious because he never found a challenger.
"Everyone he has defeated, with his cultivation being at the level of a six-star king fighter no one else can defeat him." The man beside Zhou Fan said as he looked in admiration at the black-clothed man.
"Sad... It's boring." The black-clothed man started to lazily wait, he decided to exit the arena, but just as he turned around a young man jumped up.
"One hundred thousand gold coins!" said Zhou Fan briefly.
The black-clothed man stopped fixating, then he turned his back.
His eyes looked at Zhou Fan from top to bottom. "You?"
Zhou Fan nodded, but it instead made the black-clothed man laugh out loud.
"Only a lowly fighter wants to fight me? If you have too many gold coins better just give it to me, you don't have to beg to be beaten." The black-clothed man smiled disdainfully.
The man who had been standing beside Zhou Fan, was shocked as the young man beside him jumped up, even issuing a challenge.
"He must be a spoiled noble boy, who likes to squander the wealth of parents ... "
"Maybe he wants to find a new sensation, wants to feel the feeling of being beaten all out."
"If it's me, it's better to buy a cultivation pill and increase the strength. Not just looking for trouble for yourself."
The sneers and babbles of the people below the arena were heard to the ears of the two people above the arena.
"You hear me, you better get down... Let's just say I'm being kind to you, because my mood is in good fashion" said the man dressed in black.
"Son.. You'd better smooth your words, or you'll get in trouble because of your mouth." The black-clothed man said as he advised, but his reddened face held back the annoyance.
If not for him feeling unworthy against a weakling, he would not have been able to speak up against a one-star grand master level young man.
"Look, you can come down... And let me here find an opponent." Zhou Fan turned to look down at the arena.
The black-clothed man was increasingly grim-faced, the streaks on his face popping out like hot worms.
"Damn it... You're being advised to find it hard, here let me fight you." The black-clothed man started to get annoyed with Zhou Fan whom he thought was looking too highly at himself.
Zhou Fan grabbed the night blood sword, he pulled a slight corner of his lips.
Just as Zhou Fan the black-clothed man also prepared by holding his machete.
"All the gold coins I won will be yours if you can defeat me. However, if you lose you only need to pay a hundred gold coins."
The black-clothed man put on a look of disdain, he was very confident of being able to defeat the spoiled young man before him.
"Your mouth should be faster than my machete, otherwise you'll be late in saying the word 'give up'."
The black-clothed man put up a horse, which Zhou Fan followed with a night blood sword in his hand.
"Campus you!"
Wosh's...
Blars!
A wisp of energy emanated from the machete, and grabbed onto the spot where Zhou Fan was standing, but the young man was still able to dodge by pulling his body a few steps back.
The black-clothed man frowned, he started not to take Zhou Fan lightly.
"It turned out that he had the ability to speak a lot," the inner man in black clothes, then he darted towards Zhou Fan.
Seeing the movement of the black-clothed man so quickly, Zhou Fan spontaneously pulled his sword up to chest level.
Trangs...
The clash of the cleaver and sword echoed in the arena.
Zhou Fan jumped up, his left hand wagging at the head of the black-clothed man.
Plaque!
Shutt...
Blam it!
Zhou Fan's hands could be blocked, but the young man's legs had already moved and managed to get into the heart of the black-clothed man. His body was thrown and collapsed with his hands still holding the machete.
Everyone can be sure surprised, seeing the young man they previously looked at one eye, can even make the fighter defend backwards even injured.
Their faces that had looked lazy, instantly turned spirited.
"This is new!"
"I don't think he's a tough fighter."
"I pulled my words!"
Sayup yelled from the audience, they got a new picture of Zhou Fan.
Brak!
The black-clothed man stomped his feet strongly, then stood up with a serious face.
Cracks... Krataks...
Broken collarbone he deliberately listened to, making everyone more excited.
The black-clothed man's eyes launched an implied sentence, as if saying 'i don't accept'.
The black-clothed man moved his machete, a fraction of the detail after which he had sped at maximum speed.
Trangs... Trangs..
Zhou Fan was not a weak opponent, he was facing a machete attack with his sword.
The two continued to fight, but neither of the two intended to keep their distance, they continued to hunt each with their hands and feet as additional weapons.
Bruaks!
One person bounced away after conducting a series of attacks, he was a man dressed in black, his face looked deteriorated with wounds all over his body.
Once again it received a response from the spectators, they would never have thought that the young man could defeat the man who had defeated dozens of people.
Now the black-clothed man sat down lethargic with his breath beginning to weaken. However, he still held back his consciousness.
"I give up" said the man dressed in black while taking out all his winnings.
Zhou Fan caught a pouch the size of two adult heads, he then opened it and examined it.
"It's nice playing with you, uncle!"