Chapter 114 (2/2)
The disciples shouted.
“Zhao Xian, you are strong.”
“Don’t lose, if you lose, I’m finished.”
No matter what, Zhao Xian was Sky Peak’s disciple, he must win, he himself didn’t want to lose, but the reality Zhao Xian was in a tight spot.
Lin Fan frowned. The next moment was the most important part. The Flying Smoke Spirit Sword was protecting him, but he didn’t attack and just stood there cautiously
Was he waiting for the opportunity?
He was really worried that Ye Zhentian will save his sorry ass because he couldn’t do anything at that time.
He remembered the Golden Amulet that his brother gave him earlier.
As soon as he had the idea, he immediately made his move.
“Zhao Xian, I will send you to the afterlife.”
Lin Fan held his sword and flashed toward Zhao Xian, leaving a trail of aura behind him.
“You …”
Zhao Xian panicked and wanted to jump off the stage and fled. But he had already blocked his way out before the duel began.
At that moment, he remembered what Lin Fan said to him earlier.
He thought he could easily kill Lin Fan.
But it seemed that he was digging his own grave.
“Damn, I will fight with you till my last breath.” Zhao Xian shouted while pumping the mana in his body to enhance the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword’s power forcibly.
As a result, Zhao Xian’s injury worsened, and his body degenerate unbelievably fast that was visible to the naked eye.
The Flying Smoke Spirit Sword evaporated into smoke, and then solidified again, conjuring several long swords at Zhao Xian’s disposal.
“Even if I die, I will at least take you with me.” Zhao Xian roared.
Several Flying Smoke Spirit Swords rushed toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was not afraid, he took out the Golden Amulet, it turned into golden light.
“Die.”
Zhao Xian’s head was cut off by Lin Fan.
Suddenly.
Everyone didn’t say anything.
Lin Fan stood in front of Zhao Xian’s body, and the Golden Amulet burned to ashes.
“Zhao Xian, thank you for your gift.”
Lin Fan quickly took the Dragon and Tiger Ruly and the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword lying near Zhao Xian’s corpse.
Those rightfully belonged to Lin Fan as of that moment.
No one could take it away.
It was a pity that he didn’t get the Golden Silk Armor.
No one cheered for his victory, which made him upset.
Lin Fan said to everyone, “Dear friends, you can chant my name now, maybe?”
He waited for the cheers.
Suddenly.
“You ass hole … I bankrupt.”
“Damn Zhao Xian, I believed in you, dipshit!”
“How could this happen to me, my spirit stone…”
The disciples there were angry toward Lin Fan because they lost their bet.
Lin Fan frowned, No one expected him to win.
What a group of guys with no dreams.
So sad.