Alma's Journey Looking for a Mother

Master Bule 25: The Repeated Sticks Tragedy

*Golden Moon Hunt (Master Bule)*

“Close to you is not a good way, long-range attacks are also not the right choice,” Rich Beggars said.

“Hahaha!” Alma Fatara laughed casually. Then he said, “Kakek Kaya can try with stick.”

“You pranking me, Boy Ompong!” rutuk Kaya Beggar who has suffered four incisions on his body. However, it seemed that the wound did not make the grandfather weak in the slightest. “My wand is the last way to kill you. I'll use the knowledge of the Occult Beggar Force.”

“Oh, good science name. I was curious,” said Alma.

“Taste!” shouted the Rich Beggar as he suddenly shot forward, but disappeared halfway.

Swess!

“Waw!” alma Fatara said stunned when she saw the situation around her.

Suddenly, now Alma Fatara had been locked up by about thirty real-looking figures of the Mutant Beggars. Such figures do not appear to be translucent or like holograms or the like.

“Hahaha ..!” all the figures of the twin grandparents in the tens laughed, creating horror for Alma Fatara.

Mbah Black and the colleagues who witnessed it were also shocked. They were even hard to see Alma's whereabouts, as it was covered by a tight siege.

“Strike!” shouted all the twin figures of the Rich Beggar together, making the heart of Alma Fatara shake as if wanting to go on her stomach.

At that moment, all the figures of the Rich Beggar moved forward, but with different movements. The attacks came no longer one by one, but could be two by two or three by three.

Inevitably, Alma Fatara had to move like the devil recited holy verses in avoiding and fending off all attacks that hit him.

Blouse blouse blouse ...!

Alma Fatara was shocked when she repelled the first attack. The fists he was fending off were smooth, translucent without a solid form, but a pictorial air form. A number of attacks that he was fielding penetratingly smashed into his hands and body just like a shadow.

However, Alma did not stop fending off or dodging, even though the figure he was fending off and avoiding was a delicate figure.

Buk up!

“Hugk!” lamented Alma Fatara with his body thrown to the side, when one figure who managed to land his kick to the stomach turned out to be a solid figure of a real human.

It seemed like the figure who had managed to overturn Alma was the real figure of the Rich Beggar.

After that, the attack continued to attack Alma Fatara who quickly woke up. The kick was enough to make the girl's stomach pain.

“One original form among dozens of hollow figures!” shouted Alma Fatara while suddenly jumping straight up.

Sess! Ctars!

A seset!

From above, Alma Fatara slammed the Black Ball into the ground, in the midst of the siege of the Rich Beggar.

There was a loud explosion, but it was not the ground that was destroyed, but the blue rays flashed in all directions from the blow.

The spread of those tailed blue rays hitting the figures of the Rich Beggar was like attacking a solid hologram. All figures do not avoid the attack of blue rays that cut off anything they are familiar with, except one figure.

One figure of the Rich Beggar moved quickly once dodging the tailed blue light that attacked him.

“Because of you, Cake!” alma Fatara exclaimed as she darted quickly after the dodging figure of the Rich Beggar.

Because it had been discovered, the real Rich Beggar immediately raised a blue flame on both palms. He welcomed the aggression of Alma Fatara's punches and kicks with his blue fire.

“Truly You Demon Boy, Alma!” maki the Rich Beggar when Alma Fatara dared to clash hands with his blue fire.

Tus tus tus …!

“Aaak ..!” the scream of the Rich Beggar as he suddenly felt his chest being pierced by the two ends of the God Blood Thread, but the number of pricks was over twenty times.

The late appearance of the God Blood Thread, greatly shocked the Rich Beggar. The old man did not expect in the slightest that such a weapon would come out from under Alma's black robe.

After a rather long scream, the Rich Beggar quickly shot back away. Along with that, all the shadowy figures of the Rich Beggar disappeared just like that. The fight again seemed lonely, because lived Alma and the real Rich Beggar.

The chest and clothing of the Rich Beggar flooded the blood that came out from the dozens of blood God Thread puncture wounds. In addition to the pain in his chest, the Rich Beggar also felt pain in his heart.

“Your heart I've punched a few punctures, Cake. Soon you will die from a leaky heart!” alma without laughter. This time he was cold-blooded.

The Rich Beggar stomped both his hands to the sky.

Bruash! Booms!

Suddenly from the direction of the sky appeared a ball of yellow-tailed light, larger than an elephant's head. The ball of light swooped towards Alma.

Busses! Blouse!

Zing!

Alma Fatara greeted the huge gruesome ray with a fist strike. A glowing purple beam shot out rapidly from Alma's fist hitting a much larger beam.

Thus, a powerful explosion of two powerful forces occurred in space. The environment is shaken. The ground had jumped small, a number of branches of broken trees and trees were strong.

Bdluk!

There was a loud sound of a body hitting the ground. That was the body of the Rich Beggar that bounced violently with its mouth spitting out hot blood.

While Alma Fatara remained standing firmly with the body has been protected by the science of shield Tameng Reply Life. Alma had been protected from the blast wave of the two powers earlier.

“His cup has the science of Earth Spirit Boxing,” Rich Beggar said as he rose to his feet with a heavy movement. His mouth was full of thick blood again hot. It turned out that blood also came out from his two nostrils.

“If you want to beg my forgiveness, I won't kill you right now, Cake!” the Exclamation of Alma Fatara.

“No, I'm not giving up yet. I still have the stick!” the Rich Beggar.

“Good, I give you one chance!” exciting Alma.

The set! Taps!

The black stick that had been standing at the edge of the puddle, pulled itself out and quickly darted into the grasp of the Rich Beggar.

Zress!

The wand then glowed red in the grasp of the Rich Beggar.

The Rich Beggar who was already standing on both feet trembled, then shot fast like an arrow with a piercing stick. The high power on the stick was so horrible.

However, Alma Fatara actually went forward with the usual movement without showing great knowledge.

Sir!

The palm of Alma Fatara's hand convincingly greeted the stick head of the Rich Beggar.

“Huakrr!” shouted the Rich Beggar with a body bouncing back to back. From his mouth there was a lot of blood.

The black stick that had been extinguished fell carelessly on the ground.

“Uhhuk uhhuk!” Alma Fatara coughed in blood after clashing with a shining stick earlier. That's part of the risk of withstanding that very dangerous attack.

With the science of the Power Vineyard, Alma Fatara made the stick of the Rich Beggar as a medium to hit his opponent. What the Rich Beggar experienced was the same as that experienced by the stick masters in the Duchy of Guruput, who were subject to the blows of the Tread of Power.

“Who is the winneraa?!” alma Fatara shouted as she raised her right hand high.

“Gusti Demon Queen!” shouted the Jagad Clasps in the distance. They cheered crowded, “Yeee!”

“Hahahak!” alma's laughter.

After the fall of this one, the Rich Beggar was already unable to rise. His chest full of blood was still moving up and down, meaning the old swordsman was still breathing.

“Kakek Kaya, I have no grudges or problems with you. I have no reason to kill you, though I can find the reason. Although I did not kill you, Cake, but you will still die, because a leaking heart will make you die later,”, said Alma Fatara who had stood not far on the side of the old man's body.

The Rich Beggar just stared weakly at the beautiful face of Alma Fatara.

“I offer treatment, it can save your life. But on condition, you become my brother, the servant of the Demon Queen of the Two Tooth Goddess. How?” alma. Then he said again, “If you were my brother, you wouldn't be a buffalo to plow the fields, but I'm a little depriving you of your independence because you have a queen. But it's a fair price for your life. How?” (BH)

YUK! Listen to the dubing Om Rudi in the audio book entitled MARANTI (Food of the Dead) by Author Junan. Count around while waiting for Alma up up.