Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 214: The Mastermind Behind the Assault
The fight in front of the gate was terrifying, a level seven eight beast indiscriminately attacked everyone trying to get close.
The clan gate had been closed, avoiding the bad possibility if any beasts tried to enter. With a number of only about three hundred people they were all both from the western or eastern strongholds shoulder to shoulder with the attacking herds of beasts.
They seem to forget disagreements, fight together and even help each other.
Sian Lou who was looking from afar smiled, maybe people thought the beast attack was a bad one. But not entirely bad, because with that he can be sure if there is still unity among his clan.
At the same time Ma Teng came carrying dozens of people, Sian Ying immediately exclaimed from his place. "Patriark Ma, you're finally here. Quickly help us beat them."
Ma Teng smiled, "Wait for me patriarch, I'm coming." In his hand was a sword that was a rank mitick weapon.
Sian Ying seemed to get a splash of water in hot weather, as well as Sian Xi or others. However, just moments later Sian Ying realized something was wrong with Ma Teng.
"Patriark Ma, what are you going to do?" Not darting after a level nine beast, but instead hunting towards it.
Sian Ying's eyes narrowed, unwilling to risk directly away from Ma Teng who was about to do a slash.
"Patriark Ma, what are you doing?!" It was not Sian Ying, but Patriarch She and also a few others who had come to ask Ma Teng's intent to attack Sian Ying.
Instead of answering Ma Teng smiled cynically, "Bas stupid, is it less clear what I'm doing?"
Sian Ying was furious, but on the other hand he had to face the fist-tailed ape who attacked brutally and his strength was no weaker than him.
Ma Teng let out a discordant laugh, raising his head as if he was the ruler of all rulers. "Today you will all perish!"
Right after saying Ma Teng spread out his entire person who possessed no less strength than an eight-star saint warrior.
"Their physicality is unusual" Zhou Fan said spontaneously when he saw the physicality of dozens of people was not like humans in general.
"Surely they had used that forbidden technique. A forbidden technique that could increase strength by harnessing the power energy of a beast."
Zhou Fan was wide-eyed, unable to believe there was such a thing in this world. If left unchecked, it would not be bad for those who fought them, especially those whose strength was below that of an eight-star saint warrior.
"Teacher, I'll take care of them. If it does not intervene then it is certain that there will be many victims."
Sian Lou looked for a moment at the fight that was still going on, then nodded. "alright. You take care of those twenty people, while I'm going to face Ma Teng."
At a glance Sian Lou's eyes were no longer in place, appearing suddenly before Ma Teng and landing a surprise attack. But Ma Teng who had used the forbidden technique to transform had so much vigilance, he was able to curl even though the attack still blew his body.
"Damn it!" Ma Teng growled in annoyance, turning his face to look at an old man he knew very well.
"You ... !"
"How is possible! Aren't you also a three-star god fighter, why ...."
Sian Lou simply kept silent not responding to Ma Teng's shock. While the Patriarch of the Ma Clan turned his facial water into bad, "You're not at the level of a three-star god fighter. Goddamnit! You're hiding your power!"
Leaving behind Ma Teng who was roaring like a robbery victim, Zhou Fan flashed looking for every person wearing black clothes with a red stripe on his neck collar. They were the people of the Ma Clan who had allied themselves with the beasts.
But there is no need to search, because without being asked two of them come by themselves. They did not further ado, lashing out at Zhou Fan by utilizing a sturdy physical advantage like a level nine beast.
Zhou Fan pulled back his right leg, then his hand pushed the sword away while giving a counterattack.
Their bodies crashed, smashing into the wall of the Western Sian Clan fiercely. "Right as I thought, their physique may increase, but the strength is still the same at the level of an eight-star saint warrior."
Looking from the body that was blown away completely unharmed made Zhou Fan change his way of fighting, he took out a sword god technique and rained down two black-clothed men.
The barrage overwhelmed the two men, they fell awake blocking the extremely wild sword movement. However it had indeed been established, the strength of a god fighter could not be easily defeated by a saint fighter even if it was a nine-star.
Zhou Fan continued to urge the two men until he saw the gap and instantly finished them off. He did not linger late in victory, because there were still a dozen people left who he still had to take care of.
Time continued to pass and the sun that initially felt warm was getting hot and burning. However, the roar of the fight is still going on and it is not certain who will win.
Sweat droplets were seen drenching inch by inch the face of every person who fought defending the land of gods from the beast invasion. The smell of carnation began to feel as blood dripped endless. The surface of the ground that was originally brown, slowly but surely began to turn reddish with the viscous liquid that was the fruit of the fight.
Hoshs... Hoshs...
Sian Hui, Sian Xi and also Sian Ying were still facing off against the level nine beasts. Ciu San, Zhi Long took part and helped with the axe in their hands.
Sian Lou******* discharged Ma Teng, the dashing old man is now battered and has lost a lot of energy in. Now his consciousness is left only to defend the life that could have been lost without him noticing.
But his attempts to resist death are at odds with Sian Lou who darted away carrying a message from the king of hell. "Traitors like you don't deserve forgiveness at all."
BLARS!!
The violent explosion caused Sian Lou to retreat, as the dust slowly dissipated, a black-robed figure stood before Ma Teng.
"My lord!" Ma Teng was so happy to see the arrival of the figure he considered to be the master, but the sight of the black-robed figure seemed reluctant to take it.
"Bas lousy, I don't need a weakling like you. Just die you!" With just a single word of Ma Teng's mouth spitting out blood, he immediately lay down with a stupefied breath.
"My gentlemen, why are you ...." There was a sense of not accepting in Ma Teng's head, but before he could express disappointment consciousness could no longer be sustained.
Seeing the death of Ma Teng the black-robed figure was just silent, as if it was completely unrelated to him. He lowered his gaze for a moment, then lifted her up again. "The weak will only be a burden!"