Chapter 59 Intermediate Fighter
Chasen endured the pain in his left shoulder and swung his sword hard to block Shalan's sword. He rolled backwards to increase the distance between himself and Shalan. He looked at the sword mark on his left shoulder and couldn't help but reveal a trace of fear on his face. If Shalan really wanted to kill him just now, then she could have just slightly shifted the sword and cut his head with it. There was no chance of him surviving.
"Captain, Captain, how are you?"
"Captain, you are injured."
After waving his hands to signal to the soldiers under him that he was fine, Chasen stood up and saluted slightly to Shalan. There was no anger on his face due to being injured. Instead, he grinned and said respectfully, "Master Shalan, your swordsmanship is indeed very advanced. I am grateful for your teaching!"
With her eyebrows slightly raised, Shallan's opinion of Chasen immediately improved a lot after hearing his words.
The reason why Chasen challenged Shalan rashly just now was, firstly, he wanted to embarrass him in front of the manor guards, and secondly and most importantly, he wanted to see how strong Shalan was.
Now that he saw that Shalan's strength was far beyond his expectations, he admitted defeat without saying a word, and his attitude was extremely respectful. This level of control between advance and retreat was obviously not comparable to that of a mediocre soldier.
As the saying goes, a single view of the leopard can reveal its true nature. Just from the demeanor and ability displayed by Cooper's subordinate, one can roughly see the general level of Cooper's subordinates, and thus get a glimpse of the current atmosphere of the entire Franklin family.
Any family that knows how to use people, is able to use people, and has people under its command will not be an opponent that can be easily dealt with. Shallan is very clear that with her current strength and influence, it is impossible to confront such a family head-on. This is the reason why Luo Er and Vanessa have been pretending to be procrastinating.
Looking at Chasen, Shalan smiled slightly and said, "It's not a teaching, it's just a normal competition. Mr. Chasen can go to our Werman family's infirmary to treat his wounds. Just say I asked you to go. I have some personal matters to attend to later, so I'll leave now."
The other party was very respectful, and Shallan naturally could not lose face for the Werman family. He nodded to Chasen, returned the cross sword in his hand to the guard who had lent him the cross sword, and walked straight towards the mansion.
Chasen watched Shallan leave, and the smile on his face slowly faded. He immediately said to a soldier standing beside him, "Go tell Boss Cooper that the eldest son of the Werman family is probably as strong as an intermediate knight. He should be practicing a knight's breathing method with special effects. He has a calm personality and is well-prepared. He is not as bad as Master Shallman and the Countess described. Tell him to pay more attention."
"Understood. I'll go now."
After hearing what his men said, Chasen nodded, and looked at Shallan who was about to enter the mansion, muttering to himself, "Even if you are an excellent swordsman, even if you are calm and composed, this huge Werman Manor will be renamed Franklin sooner or later. When that time comes, the sword you slashed at me will be repaid tenfold or a hundredfold."
Back in the room, Shallan took a shower and changed his clothes as usual, then sat at the desk and began to read some materials on ancient languages. In recent times, he had been going to the Howard Library less frequently, but his studies had not fallen behind. Since the books in the Howard Library could not be taken out, Shallan wrote a lot of notes in the Howard Library so that he could continue to study those ancient languages and history when .
Time passed, and in a blink of an eye it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Shallan had already finished lunch and was ready. She left the Werman Manor alone, carrying her schoolbag, and headed towards the underground fighting arena in the west district of Cynthia City.
There is an elevator in the underground fighting arena that leads to the underground. In the elevator, Shallan had already put on the black mask that covered the upper half of his face. When he walked out of the elevator, he immediately saw Babo's subordinate who led him to the ring last time. It was obvious from his appearance that he was waiting for Shallan here.
"Please wait for me here."
When the man saw Sha Lan coming, he immediately said respectfully, "My name is Xia Zhuo. From now on, I will be your manager in the underground fighting arena."
"Agents? The same agents that theater and movie stars have?"
The world's technological level has not yet reached the point where television is fully popularized, but movies are no longer a new thing, so when Xia Zhuo heard Sha Lan's words, he immediately nodded and said, "I am similar to those agents, but I only serve you , Mr. .
I will not touch your privacy and interests, Mr. Hei Ting. I will only handle some chores for Mr. Hei Ting in the underground fighting arena, such as arranging the fighting scenes, arranging the rest room, etc. You don't need to worry about it, Mr. Hei Ting."
"Okay, thank you for your help. But does every fighter in the underground fighting arena have a manager like you?"
"No, the fighters in the underground fighting arena are divided into beginner, intermediate and advanced levels. Generally speaking, beginner fighters don't have agents, while intermediate fighters have one agent for three to five people, and advanced fighters have one agent for each person."
"So, you are at least a fighter for the other two?"
"Not two but three. You are the fourth intermediate fighter I brought with me."
"That's quite a lot of people. Now take me to the lounge."
"Okay, please follow me."
Under the guidance of Xia Zhuo, Shalan followed him to a small lounge for his own use. At three o'clock today, Shalan would have his first match in the intermediate fighter level. Shalan was very much looking forward to the opponent in the intermediate fighter level. He was already at the critical point of condensing the fifth seed of life and needed enough combat stimulation to promote the condensation of the fifth seed of life.
Sitting cross-legged on the bench, Shalan breathed very slowly, gradually adjusting herself to the best condition.
When Xia Zhuo knocked on the door of the lounge again, Shalan suddenly opened her eyes, walked to the door very easily, opened the door of the lounge, followed Xia Zhuo out of the lounge, and walked towards the arena filled with various spectators.
Shalan walked forward in the aisle, and slowly he heard the voices of many spectators shouting. Almost all of them were shouting the same name, Scorpion!
When they reached the entrance of the passage, Xia Zhuo stood at the edge of the passage. He looked at Sha Lan and whispered, "Mr. Hei Ting, the scorpion's fist is very fast, please be careful."
Hearing this, Shalan nodded to Xia Zhuo, and without any hesitation, she stepped onto the stage.
