Bamboo Flute Swordsman

Chaptre 45. The End of Death

After getting a task from the King of Angga, Tantra Langit left Kotaraja and began to explore every region of the kingdom to find a young man who holds the title Pendekar Flute Bamboo.

But after a few days, he had not found the young man he was looking for. The Sky Tantra had already gone in and out of the villages around the royal territory, but not once did he find any meaningful clues.

Until one day, the Sky Tantra heard a noise due to a fight that was happening. The Sky Tantra tried to approach the location of the fight very carefully. Thanks to the science of lightening his already accomplished body perfectly, it did not take long for the Sky Tantra to arrive at the location of the battle.

The Sky Tantra could see that there was a bluish-white robed young man fighting with someone wearing a green mask. While around him there were many people who were paying attention to the course of the fight. Of those few people, the Sky Tantra could sense that there were two people whose knowledge was quite high, while the rest were early stage expert-class warriors.

From that fight, the Sky Tantra could surmise that the swordsman wearing the green mask would suffer a defeat in just a few moves ahead. And sure enough, after fighting as many as three moves, the bluish-white-robed youth was able to make his opponent not wart.

With a very fast movement, the young man had been behind his opponent and managed to thrust his sword into the back of the opponent's body until it pierced through the chest. But there was one thing that escaped the young man's observation, even though he managed to injure his opponent, he said, this must be paid a lot because his opponent also secretly pointed his sword back until it pierced the young man's stomach.

The swordsman wearing the green mask collapsed instantly towards the front, while the blue-robed young man fell to his knees while holding onto his stomach which continued to bleed reddishly.

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“Argh.. shit, I didn't realize his movements.” muttered Jaka. He then directs his inner energy to the injured part of the stomach. Not long the bleeding he experienced immediately stopped, but still left a deep enough wound.

Jaka watched his opponents one by one, looking for gaps to escape. But it seemed impossible, for all his remaining opponents had closed the way for him.

Mahesa, realizing Jaka's intention to escape, smiles happily to the point of revealing her white rows of teeth. Mahesh advanced slowly towards Jaka until the distance between them was left as far as three spears.

“Before your life is off the body, I want to ask you a few things.” Mahesa told Jaka.

“What is your relationship with Resi Danurwinda?” mahesa.

Jaka was silent for a moment, he did not expect that the opponent who was now in front of him turned out to know his teacher. Jaka had a dilemma, whether to answer the question or keep his mouth shut.

“Cuihh's.. Fuck all your questions.” replied Jaka while grinning, a red liquid wet his teeth.

“I know you must have a special relationship with him. Is that old man alive now?”

“Ahh.. Why didn't you answer? When viewed from your expression, it looks like he's still alive."

“I would love to witness his death.” Mahesa said back.

Mahesh then explained that he had a grudge against Resi Danurwinda. The incident actually happened a dozen years ago, but still imprinted in the heart of Mahesa.

How not? At that time, Mahesa was carrying out a very important mission. It was almost certain that the mission would go smoothly, but then the results turned 180 degrees.

The failure of the mission was due to the emergence of a swordsman known as Resi Danurwinda. The appearance of the Danurwinda Resi succeeded in repelling Mahesa and his troops. The mission that had been carefully planned, was shattered. And this failure, made Mahesa lose the little finger of her left hand.

“Look.. This is the result of the actions of the old man.” furious Mahesa while showing the fingers of his left hand which now only amounts to four.

“Today, even if I am not able to kill that old man, at least I can kill one of his students.” Mahesa laughed with joy.

After saying that, Mahesa drew her silvery-white sword and pointed it towards Jaka.

“Pull your sword, I know you are still capable of fighting one or two moves. I don't want to kill you easily.”

Jaka drew his sword and clasped tightly, his inner power was already far drained, whether he was able to survive in how many moves.

Mahesa attacked Jaka quickly, her sharp sword pointing towards the opponent's chest. Jaka who was attacked immediately regressed his body, moving to the side while attacking back.

Quickly clanking clashing swords echoed at that location. From each row of their swords, causing a shock effect that causes dry leaves to fly. When viewed from the inner power, Mahesa is superior to her opponent. Several times Mahesa was able to force Jaka to pull back his attack because the attack was very easily broken.

Their fight continued up to ten moves, there were already many injuries that adorned Jaka's body. Moreover, the sword puncture wound on his stomach again spewed blood. Jaka felt that he was no longer able to continue the fight, blood had flooded his body and his eyes had begun to darken.

At that crucial moment, Jaka saw that someone had suddenly appeared before him. That person turned his back on Jaka like he wanted to protect himself. Someone then asked Jaka to recover his inner strength and tried to run away from the location of the fight.

“Your enemy this time is much more powerful than you, recover your inner strength and leave. I'll hold it as I can.”