EVERNA Ring of Fire

TUBAR'E Part 5

"Hurek and Dhaka have never known anyone more powerful, because Hurek is Zakuay's brother!"

Dhaka's fishing managed to make Hurek's face turn red. "Whatdidyou say? You think you're stronger than me huh, old Komodo dragon? Well, let's get you targeted for my new toy experiment!"

Hurek charged forward for a moment, about to subvert Sthira and Dhaka with a single blow. It looked as if there was a black wave of water accompanying the Hurek sabetage, like a shawl that was fluttered quickly and struck with a gurgle.

Sthira swiftly dodged while looking for a chance to reclaim his machete. But the Hurek sabetan even scratched Sthira's upper arm. Sthira inched backwards, clucking in annoyance at being less vigilant.

However, Sthira's scratched arm suddenly felt stiff and very heavy to move. Let alone the Black Water Energy had a poison-like effect that paralyzed the affected part of the opponent's body.

After exerting a stance, Hurek took a standing position facing his opponents. "Huh, slippery as well as you, Dhaka," he threatened. "But it seems your friend is not as tough as you told me."

Dhaka simply replied, "no matter how formidable, Sthira remains the chosen one for this mission. Hurek does not need to worry anymore, Hurek is sure to go to hell today!"

"The more presumptuous you are, old lizard! Well, if the opening sequence, the Black Water River Stream hasn't made you understand you can't win, let's taste an even more bitter 'lesson!" The black aura again swirled around Hurek's body, a sign of the increased level of skill that would be deployed.

Sthira sees the gelagat as an opportunity. He approached Dhaka and whispered, "Dhaka, the cleaver in Hurek's hand is mine. Help me take it back."

"What's with that machete that Sthira's stronger?" Dhaka asked back.

Sthira nodded. The meaning of "the stronger" here means that the moves are more directed and accurate. Whatever the reason, Sthira's answer remains "yes".

"good. We're scatters, yeah." Dhaka and Sthira split up and moved quickly, gathering energy to avoid or ward off opponents. Of course, while keeping a distance from the posse of criminals who are ready to "disturb", even to gang up on opponents when there is a chance in narrowness.

So, Hurek took off his second style. Both of his fists were pointed straight, shooting out an array of Black Water Energy like spitting high-pressure water and a powerful scraper towards the target.

Of course Sthira and Dhaka continued to move scattered, avoiding the bursts. But Hurek also turned around, his arms stretched out and fired Black Water Spouts in two different directions.

Making sense, Sthira deliberately ran towards the posse. Without a second thought, Hurek's bursts followed Sthira and instead hit the besiegers. Hurek's firepower made a huge hole in the bodies of the two criminals who were hit hard. One more person lost a hand. The fourth criminal had a chance to convolve, but black water grabbed, eroding his face. Even if he survives, his face will never be recognized by anyone.

This time Shtira managed to escape completely until Hurek's shot stopped. But Dhaka who is not as agile as Sthira stuck in the waist. Although the thick scales of the dragon prevented Dhaka from bleeding fatally, the eroding force of the flow of the destructive water all slipped through the gaps between the armour scales, penetrates through smooth skin and tuers up to the bone. Dhaka grimaced, sticking one hand on his waist.

"I told you, Komodo dragons smell like you should just maze the ground!" swear Hurek while swinging his machete flat, want to immediately behead Dhaka.

When death was just a short distance away, Dhaka suddenly moved very quickly. Both palms shaped combination of human hands and Komodo dragons right clamp the blade of Gharma, stopping the swing rate.

With a sudden jolt, Dhaka pulled the machete out of Hurek's grasp. This proves that in terms of physical strength, Dhaka is equivalent to the One Champion. Quickly, Dhaka threw the machete at his partner.

Sthira greeted the machete by grasping its hilt tightly. Lightning splashed all over the blade of Gharma, as if the weapon was happy to have returned in the hands of its true owner.

Dabongsang Hurek stroked his beard with two fingers, quickly digesting the situation at hand. "Oh, so Sthira was the real owner of this cleaver? Somehow the cleaver could be in the hands of those two Jayandra-Swarnara girls, but I guess the three of them are a bunch. Huh, I'll take care of those two girls as well after I'm done with you guys here!"

Sthira would have reacted when she knew about Gharma's "journey" reaching Hurek's hands. But he quickly became aware of the situation and hid the reaction, concentrating on his own manager. His eyes collided with Dhaka's, and Dhaka nodded quickly.

Suddenly, simultaneously Sthira and Dhaka pushed forward. With the swift running style of the Thunder Steps, Sthira darted towards Hurek. After entering the attacking distance, he swept the mandau loaded with upright peitr load from the bottom up, this is the style of the Thunderbolt Dragon Climbing the Sky.

Hurek reacted by shifting to one side, but the sabetan Sthira has added to the collection of scars that fill the body of the man was very burly.

Hurek did not have time to groan in pain, Dhaka followed with a Spear Punjaman attack.

Overwhelmed, Hurek's movements while dodging were somewhat chaotic. Be the pointed tip of Dhaka's spear three times grazed and one time lodged in that huge body. Due to the lack of vital points such as the heart, lungs or other organs, Hurek was still able to stand. However, seeing his opponents and hostages running through the posse, he did not come forward to chase.

One of Hurek's "brained" men asked, "We're after them, my lord?"

Sthira did not have time to hear Hurek's answer, let alone see the next reaction. To be sure, this is a golden opportunity to run as fast as the wind, and he will not waste it by stopping for a second.

Arriving at the combat training arena room, suddenly Sthira heard Dhaka's cry in front of her. "Stop, Sthira, Jah!"

Jah aka Wiranata protested, "What's wrong?"

The sound of applause rang out, as if responding to Dhaka's remark. Sthira turned her head and saw a short-bodied man clapping his hands. The man was not alone, there was a large group of criminals standing in rows on the left-right of the mole, as if escorting the person in the middle.

The most luxurious dressed man, asserted his position as the leader of this great group, or perhaps...

"Zakuay Dabongsang! Glad I'm you're taking me out of here" Wiranata said in a diplomatic tone, something he never portrayed as Jah.

"Hey, hey, no need to rush, Jah! Do you want to go back to being Wiranata, the king in exile? I thought you were happy and at peace here!"

Wiranata laughed. "Well, maybe if you treat me a little better, I might consider staying two or three more years, tasting all kinds of wine and wine from all over the world."

"Yes, actually I also want to share a special special wine specifically for Emperor Wushu, mixed grated ginseng a thousand years with you. But baby, I don't want to risk having your followers sneak in here to pick you up. Apparently what I'm afraid of is actually happening. As you can see for yourself, your existence in the dungeon made it much easier for us to prevent this escape. Rather than us having to deal with a self-destructive person who's been treated well, but who's running away too."

"It is precisely if I am spoiled, that my conscience may die, and my morals will be lurask. I'd be too comfortable to be reluctant to be a rule-bound king."

"Oh, so it seems. What if you stay here for the next time? I will certainly treat you like a king until the end of your life."

"Well, that sounds tantalizing," replied Wiranata as he stroked her rough bearded chin. "But my dear, your offer is too late."

"You mean?!" Zakuay is starting to get inflamed. "Don't be so convoluted, Wiranata!"

"You forget one of the most important things. If you want to poison and corrupt a person's morals, do it before that person realizes 'paradise duinia' will ruin his morals."

"So you insist on getting out of here by relying on those two warriors?"

"If the Mahesh wills that I go, I, Sthira and Dhaka will surely break through your barriers. If they fail, then my hermitage as Jah continues."

"Well, that's delicious." Zakuay clucked while shaking. "There is the Mahesa who rules destiny, so you just follow."

Suddenly Sthira turned back. From the direction of the dungeon, Hurek appeared and entered the training arena. As if one thought, the big man continued his brother's words, "But remember, the one who governs destiny in Dabongsang City is us, Dabongsang Brothers! Not that Mahesa!"

Wiranata shook his head and smiled. "So you think you are more powerful than the Mahhesa? Apparently the arrival of Sthira and her group to this city was not a coincidence. They are the emissaries of the Mahesa to declare that no man deserves to place himself above the ruler of nature and destiny!"

"You believe that? You're willing to risk your freedom, the authority of the Mahesa, even your life in the hands of two half-stakes warriors?" Zakuay hurled insults.

Hurek chimed in, "Originally you know, we also bet but on the strength of all of us, and we always win! Never mind, fuck Bakangga and Jayandra! We just take out that troublesome hostage!"

"Agreed!" Zakuay then shouted his orders, "All fighters, assault Dhaka, Wiranata and Sthira!"

The criminals were exclaiming ferociously to welcome the order. With a shake, they thought they could compensate, even surpassing two magic swordsmen.

Sthira, Dhaka and Wiranata were instantly submerged in a sea of humans who were locked up like a ship about to be hit by a whirlpool.

Wiranata has been sheltering since he has not swung a weapon for a long time. Now he is forced to fight with the nunchaku, a pair of chain sticks from Shima that he picks up right away on the floor. It was so overwhelmed by the hoofing.

Fortunately, Dhaka installed a body to protect Wiranata, while reducing the shaking with his fast and ferocious spear punctures.

On the other hand, Sthira became like a tiger growing wings. Not giving anyone a chance to assess his strength, the swordsman mandau slashed five people once a breakthrough, of course assisted by lightning-fast movements from the Thunderbolt Step.

Sthira fights like an atrocity. Once he was about to blow his head before looking at the target. And as he looked, only Sthira realized the target was Dhaka and he stopped the pace of his machete suddenly.

Funny thing is, Dhaka is also like an affinity. He was about to thrust his spear into Sthira's body. Fortunately the spear was also successfully stopped, otherwise Sthiralah who would have been seriously injured, even could have been killed.

Sthira nodded quickly, her mind returning to focus. But two axe blades swirled very fast to split the head of Sthira. From the Black Water Energy laden contained within that axe, it was clear the culprit was Dabongsang Zakuay.

The turn of Sthira who was not given a chance at all faced death in plain sight.

Source of reference to Sasanda, Goddess of Mount Tubar'e: Goddess Anjani, Goddess of Mount Rinjani.