Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Flying Umbrella Swordsman
The End of the Dedengkot Mount Sindu



The pattern of attacks applied by the students of Karang Bolong continuously produces good results. On their side, none of the victims fell.


While from the side of Mount Sindu little by little has begun to collide. Such a situation made it difficult for them to fight one-on-one, because they were confused the opponent appeared and disappeared in turn.


While the two Sindu Mountain Dedengkot who each served ten members of the Honorary Council, also began to run out of steam. Their opponents should be the four main disciples of Mahaguru Manguntara.


The Honorary Council whose knowledge was considered the highest among other disciples was still far below Gentasora's main disciple. So it must bring down ten people who attack cooperatively.


"You white stream are not ashamed to use such cowardly means!" shouted Komba among the assault of his ten opponents.


"What we're dealing with are people who rely on cunning, why use rules!"


When until now Komba has not been injured, it is because the energy emitted by his body is able to protect itself. Every attack one of his opponents always slipped because it hit his protective energy.


But with more numbers, the Honor Board could save manpower. They attack alternately, turning. When one fails, the other helps. Not to mention they use group style.


On the other hand, these best disciples of Karang Bolong did not target quickly to finish off opponents. They deliberately buy time, exhausting the opponent's energy. Importantly, their ultimate goal could be to win the fight.


That is, when Komba and Dadung Aksa are exhausted. They can't protect themselves anymore. The magic air that became a protector has also been thinned. Finally, the stab, the sabetage and the swing of the opponent's weapon are now able to incise injuries on his body.


Injuries that result in increasingly fragmented defense. They can only growl. Condemns how to attack an opponent who is not a knight. But this is a war that prioritizes victory by any tactic. Not a one-on-one fight.


And in the end how much power anything will run out. The Honorary Council who already knew the helpless enemy only used one person to finish off his opponent.


Dadung Aksa and Komba were both stabbed by one sword right in the heart. His body slowly collapsed to the ground with a face that did not believe all of this.


Can't believe their attempt to destroy Karang Bolong just failed. In fact, they are superior in strength. The fewer opponents turned out to be able to tear apart with tactics that have been prepared.


At that time also from inside the forest was seen Hanujara's body which was ignited by fire and then exploded. His body came out. The coincidence that fell in front of Komba was a piece of Hanujara's head.


While in front of Dadung Aksa fell the figure of Abilawa who had become thin dried weak helpless. Seeing that the four leaders had all fallen, the remnants of Mount Sindu disciples who still survived immediately dropped their weapons and ran away in droves.


***


Earlier.


Asmarini and Hanujara's fight is getting more intense. Hanujara not only threw one ember out of his machete, but it could be two or more.


Asmarini was a little troubled as the embers that attacked him grew more and more. Which can be repelled, then he is agile quickly, and which cannot be driven away is avoided so that the embers hit the bush or tree behind him.


The flames that were blown back were directly sucked again into Hanujara's weapon. His spirit grew even more when he took over the course of the fight. His intention to avenge Gardika's death was burning.


This tiny beauty saw every ember that was successfully repelled was always sucked back into the machete. While fires due to stray embers are increasing.


Finally Asmarini retreated as far as possible while twisting the sword in front. With a weapon that has been flowed with magic air he made a whirlwind in front of his body.


This time he had to put in more energy. Sweat dripped down his forehead. His body was also slightly sweaty. However, he kept calm. He sure can handle it.


The flames seemed to never run out of the machete. This time it was not fended off, once it was near the whirlwind created from the sword rotation, the embers of the fire went around in circles unable to pierce through the whirlwind.


More and more embers of fire were gathered within the whirlwind. Actually Asmarini felt the heat behind the whirlwind. He just kept turning his sword.


That many flames gathered amidst the whirlwind. Everything merged into one and its size grew larger. Once enough was felt, Asmarini stopped the sword rotation. Then quickly push the two hands with full power.


Wugh!


A combination of dozens of large embers driven by fire quickly hit Hanujara. Asmarini himself pushed back and fell face down.


While Hanujara is ready to suck back the embers of fire measuring ten times the size of before it. His smile spread wide. He felt that victory would soon be won.


But what happened? The closer the huge embers turned into a fireball that was blazing extremely hot. As soon as he touched the weapon, instead of being sucked even the machete melted.


In his shock, Hanujara did not have time to dodge again when this fireball hit him, then his body was ignited by a fire that was immeasurably hot. His body bounced far away and burst into disrepair as told before.


In his place, Asmarini was already sitting cross-legged breathing and recovering energy. He had seen Hanujara's fate before he meditated. He breathed a sigh of relief because the way it worked.


What a tiring fight. However, he was satisfied. In addition to her survival, her experience also increased.


***


Turn to Adijaya who fought Abilawa.


Adijaya attacked in close range. He was not afraid to clash with the opponent's hands that looked smoldering. Because his two hands were already made as cold as snow. He uses the same style as the opponent, but different hawanya, cold.


Hot opponent cold. Abilawa looks surprised to see the Adijaya movement is his style. Even the cold that was emitted was getting stronger making the heat it had as if it was stifled.


"Imitate the opponent, but with a different air. Who the hell is he?" inner Abilawa while continuing to let out her heat.


Abilawa gave up all her strength. He felt the strength of his teacher-level opponent. There was a hint in his mind wanting to avoid this fight, but the opponent did not seem to give any gap.


"Geez!" hiss Abilawa when her power was restrained. Can not release his knowledge that contains heat. Even the cold began to seep into his body.