Swire Overlord

Chapter 200
The smell of blood filled the arena. He Wei was a mountain, while Zhao Yufan was a goat. Apart from gnawing on the weeds on the mountain, he posed no threat to the mountain.

Just now, He Wei was small and pitiful when facing Zhao Yufan, but now Zhao Yufan is not only small when facing He Wei, but is like air, which can be ignored directly.

Neither the goat nor the air can represent Zhao Yufan, because Zhao Yufan is a thinking human being, so he is stronger than the goat and the air.

In Qinglanzong, he is the king who creates miracles.

In Zimang Empire, he is a rising star.

In the eyes of everyone, he is the only strong man who can defeat the shocking sword.

He is surrounded by countless glory, and today, he may be buried in the ground with the glory of the past, just like the breeze at this time, the wind passes without a trace.

Discussions gradually sounded, and everyone was full of endless expectations for the battle between the two.

Holding the sword in his hand, Zhang Qing was vaguely worried, "If he dies in He Wei's hands, it's really not worth it."

The corner of the young man beside Zhang Qing raised his mouth and said sarcastically, "What's not worth it?"

Zhang Qing frowned, and his voice was cold: "Zhao Yufan is just a high-level warrior, and He Wei is a Martial Lord. The two are not at the same level. Of course it is not worth dying. If he is a Martial Lord, He Wei will definitely lose."

Under the elm tree that Zhao Yufan once leaned against, Lin Xiao stared at the ring with a cold expression, thinking in his heart that if Zhao Yufan's life was in danger, he would strike.

He was very unhappy about being owed a favor. Zhao Yufan had instructed him during the Qinglan Sect's battle, so he should repay the favor.

Lin Xiao was ready to return the favor, and Zhou Hai was also ready to return the favor. With his iron knife in his hand, as long as Zhao Yufan was in danger, he would rush straight up.

Wan Kexin's hair was a little disheveled, and she nervously looked at the elder Mingyuan, her hands crossed together anxiously, "Elder Mingyuan, is he okay?"

The famous elder frowned and pondered, and soon came up with an answer: "Maybe he will die, the other party is Martial Lord, and it is too late for us to stop him, unless the suzerain comes forward."

Looking at the suzerain, Wan Kexin showed disappointment, the suzerain was calm, with a faint smile, obviously hoping that Zhao Yufan would die.

However, Zhao Yufan has good connections, the suzerain doesn't plan to make a move, but King Yun and Zhao Yunbing plan to protect him.

Zhao Yunbing frowned, and bowed slightly forward, like a bow, ready to shoot an arrow at any time.

King Yun's face was covered with wrinkles, and there was an inscrutable smile on the corner of his mouth. Perhaps only he, Eleventh King, the Black Devils, and Qian Duoduo knew that Zhao Yufan could actually bring harm to Lord Wu. The damage was minimal, even negligible, but at least it proved that... Zhao Yufan had such a faint hope.

The Eleventh King's face was extremely heavy. Zhao Yufan had fought side by side with them before, and now that Zhao Yufan was in danger, they were naturally worried.They remembered that Zhao Yufan once had a battle with Qian Duoduo, the strong Martial Lord. At that time, he left damage on Qian Duoduo's copper coins, but this damage was not enough to defeat He Wei.

Qian Duoduo also came, and the killer Sun Wei was with her.

She looked at Sun Wei and asked, "Who is stronger?"

Sun Wei replied: "He Wei."

Qian Duoduo was silent for a moment, took out a red copper coin from his hand, and smiled softly.

Countless people were paying attention to Zhao Yufan, but Zhao Yufan looked calm, as if he was not facing a Martial Lord, but an intermediate warrior who could be easily defeated.

The blood gradually dried up, and Zhao Yufan stood near the dried up blood, with a little bit of blood on his feet, as if it flowed from his body.

The breeze blew past, and the faint blood drifted away, stimulating everyone's nerves.

He Wei's expression was solemn, and a terrifying saber energy began to gather on the blood knife.

"One knife is enough to kill you."

Zhao Yufan said casually, "Really?" After speaking, he glanced at He Wei, and said seriously, "It's okay to hit, but I want to sweep the floor."

He Wei's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Zhao Yufan said seriously: "After cleaning the ground, let's do it."

He stared at He Wei seriously, took a broom, and got busy on his own.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they looked at Zhao Yufan speechlessly. Maybe he was the only one who could calmly clean the ring in such a critical moment.

While cleaning, Zhao Yufan asked, "Have you been hiding your strength?"

He Wei was silent, and Zhao Yufan continued to ask, "What martial arts did you use?"

He Wei continued to remain silent, frowning slightly. He already knew that he would die today. After thinking for more than ten seconds, he suddenly said: "My martial art is "Bloodthirsty Knife". I used to be a poor worm, but accidentally , I got a copy of "Qi and Blood Magic Art", and I have become a strong man in the dark since then. Those who bullied me all died under the bloodthirsty knife. The eyes are the same, you say...do they deserve what they deserve?"

Hearing his words, the scene was silent, especially the people in the academy, as if they had discovered a shocking secret, they opened their mouths in surprise and almost forgot to breathe through their noses.

Many people should remember that a few years ago, there was a murder case in Kyoto. The murderer killed one person every other day, killing 170 people until he stopped. This incident shocked the whole of Kyoto. , did not find out who the murderer was.

Who would have guessed that the murderer back then was actually He Wei.

Zhao Yufan was a little silent. Behind any bloodthirsty person, there was a hidden hatred in his heart. When He Wei was talking about the past, he seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, without any expression on his face.
"You are not afraid of death?"

Knowing the result, Zhao Yufan still asked.

He Wei grinned ferociously, his expression frantic, "Dead? When I was weak, Liang Wei was already dead."

Zhao Yufan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Maybe, if you don't appear in the ring, you won't die."

"Sooner or later he will die." He Wei suddenly became rational. He killed so many people back then. As long as he used the bloodthirsty knife, someone could tell from the wound that he was related to the murder case back then. Capture, so death is a matter of time for him.

In fact, if he doesn't want to die, he can stop using the bloodthirsty knife from now on, but without power, sometimes it is more uncomfortable than death, or he can join the magic way, but where is the magic way?He doesn't know.

"bring it on!"

He Wei puffed out his chest, revealing a sincere smile.The sincere smile was for Zhao Yufan. He respected Zhao Yufan very much and thanked Zhao Yufan for chatting with him.

The blood in front of Zhao Yufan was cleaned up, and there was no trace of blood in the entire arena, but the smell of blood would not dissipate, just like He Wei, although he existed, his heart was already dead.

Throwing away the broom, Zhao Yufan took out the golden dragon stick, and looked solemnly at the bloody dragon bone knife.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became dignified. Everyone held their breath and looked towards the ring.

(End of this chapter)