MASSHIAHSAGA - THE POWER OF TWO KINGS

DEVIL NENGAL

"You!!!" exclaim that guy.

"Do Quo!!!" havard cried loudly and happily.

The two men laughed loudly together and hugged each other.

"Where have you been?!" do Quo with haru. His tears seemed to be piling up in his eyes. "The last time we parted in Kurama, you were ten years old now." he said in amazement and admiration.

"You yourself, from Kurama, go on your way anywhere?" ask Havard.

For a moment their conversation was interrupted because it was interrupted by the traffic of the participants who entered and left the room. Do Quo took Havard into the room and sat down in a long hall.

"I continue to explore the eastern regions to the far away." replied Do Quo calmly.

"Has Enci Lan been found?" ask Havard expectantly.

"I'm still looking for him, Havard." replied Do Quo. His tone sounded sad.

"We will be together again looking for him." said Havard strengthen the heart of the man.

Do Quo looked back at Havard and observed his appearance. "You imitate the clothes of the shinobi tribes." he commented.

"Is it good?" ask Havard.

"Except your name, it still smells of western territory." Do Quo's burlesque made Havard laugh. "You'd better change your name.. How about I give you Genshiro Yoshitsune's name?" propose Do Quo with a witty smile.

Havard laughed again and shook his head. "Thank you, but I'm more comfortable with my name right now." she said.

"How did your sword arts develop?" do Quo asked, "During my wandering, I also deepened my fist art.." the man then looked at Havard and smiled mischievously. "How about we test, our fighting art in this tournament?" his challenge.

"It could be, Do Quo." Havard replied with a smile. "But.. You already know the rules? This tournament uses a knockout system with absolute victory..You can make me have to kill you just to prove who among us is better now?"

Do Quo laughed. "I'm kidding, man. I don't want to lose you." he said, slapping Havard's back many times. "After all, you are my second son after Do Tin Lan. Isn't that right, Do Ha Fang?" do Quo spelled the name Havard in its local language.

A short time later a committee appeared in the room. "You all participants immediately get ready to go to the arena" he said. "We will introduce you, as well as vote for the number of participants."

The committee came back out of the room. Havard stared at the door for a moment and looked at Do Quo. "It looks like we should get ready soon."

"Let's get out." take Do Quo.

The two then exited the room towards a spacious hall. Not long after the other contestants had appeared. Havard instinctively addressed a man.

He was rather tall for the size of the people in general. Her body was slender and her skin was clean. Her hair was white as snow. His face was mysterious. A sword with a unique hand protector was slung on his left waist.

"What's wrong?" ask Do Quo to Havard. The man followed the gaze of his best friend. "You know him?"

Havard shook his head imperceptibly. "No, but somehow I can't take my eyes off her..."

Perhaps feeling stared at, the snow-white-haired man turned to look at Havard and his pair of silver-white eyes poked sharply, giving Havard a jolt of surprise.

"This man.." Havard muttered.

The man then looked away and stepped away from the crowd. He chose to lean against the wall of the hall, watching the other contestants.

"What do you feel?" ask Do Quo curiously.

"He.. has a strong aura!" said Havard stuck again.

"I want to fight him in the tournament later" Do Quo said excitedly.

Havard stared at Do Quo. The man shook his hand. "Here you go, don't think about it. It's still the preliminary round." said Do Quo then stepped followed by Havard.

While a host has been performing in the arena. Holding the challenger, he exclaimed.

"Everything's ladies!!! Welcome to Turan in the Tarung Sejagat Tournament!!!" he cried with spirit. All the spectators responded with applause and boisterous shouts of encouragement.

"Before starting this match, let us hear the words of greeting from His Majesty Amir of Turan City, Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim as well as opening with the official Tarung Sejagat Tournament" exclaimed the host.

Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim appears wearing his great clothes, complete with his surban. The Amir of Turan City momentarily waved his hand in response to the stuttering voice of the audience kingpin who called out his name with vigor.

"The audience of my beloved Tarung Sejagat Tournament visitors, welcome back to this beloved city, relishing the annual event to show the world, who is the strongest fighter in the world." exclaimed Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim. "I hope, the rules and the code of ethics in the fight are always obeyed. As long as we are on the right track, then surely all of you I support in full... The Tarung Sejagat tournament for this year, officially opened!!!"

Instantly the audience again exclaimed excitedly hearing the speech of the city leader. After the death of Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim, the host appeared again.

"Today, the number of participants is twenty-four. so we will vote to determine who will fight whom in the arena later.. Now, we introduce our contestants!!!" yell that show host again.

The contestants including Havard and Do Quo walked out of the hall towards the arena and lined up as the host mentioned the contestants' names and regional origins. From there, Havard learned that the silver-eyed man was named Sinhalese from Shamvala, a westernized region in the middle of nowhere. Havard originally came from the western region, but Shamvala sounds a bit foreign in his ears. I don't know where that place is.

The man himself reflexively stared at Havard as the host mentioned his name and regional origin. The snow-white haired man squinted his eyes and Havard looked at him. The two looked at each other.

The man then looked at the audience, and found Selena and Nuzlan in the audience. His brows furrowed back and sighed then threw it away violently.

It is time for all contestants to take the lottery numbers. Do Quo himself took the lottery numbers and sighed masygul.

"Ah, damn it. I did not meet the man during the preliminaries." he said.

"I'm not either." said Havard showing her the lottery number. "I will fight with the man." he continued, nodding his head at the bare-chested burly man filled with strange alphabetic objects. The man's face was painted black on his eyes. His hair was long and an eagle feather was tucked in between his hair. The man had a reddish-brown complexion and was wearing tufted leather pants. He grasped a macuahuitl with tapered obsidian stones aiming at the hair of the crouch.

"It seems that he has unusual physical strength.be careful.." Do Quo's message half-whispered.

Havard. Meanwhile the match has begun. Some of the fighters fell one by one and the victors celebrated their glory in the hall.

Soon after, Havard's name was called. The man looked at Do Quo.

"My turn now" Havard said as he rose.

"Must win!!!" exclaim Do Quo with spirit.

Havard nodded then stepped towards the arena. There, too, the gunman stood waiting for Havard's arrival.

Both facing. And the host exclaimed. "This is the match between Havard of Las Mecca and Toquila, the Devil Neggala of Technotitan!!!"

The man roared loudly and raised both his hands up. While Havard then drew the tachi by Norimitsu Osafune and mounted the horses chudan no kamae as the beginning of his sword style.

In addition to mastering the western sword style that his late father had taught, Havard also studied the eastern sword style while in Ugataka. He had studied the sword arts of the Myojinshoga school of Seishiro Hirata while living there for several years.

The man came forward swinging his big mace. Havard jumped a step back to avoid the opponent's mace swing and then forward thrusting his sword.

Toquila again swung his macuahuitl slapping the tachi that Havard stabbed towards his body. The sword was thrown to the side making Havard rotate his body following the direction of the rotating sword and back swing horizontally eyeing Toquila's face.

Toquila's reflexes threw her body backwards. Havard crossed the tachi in the chest while two legs widened, one of which was in front of the sideways body position.

The crowd sounds so enthusiastic. Havard advanced again swinging the sword horizontally while Toquila also slapped back the attack with his macuahuitl.

TRUCK... THRAKKK... THRAKKK...

PRANGGGS...

Two guns clashing. Havard admitted that the man before him had more physical abilities than him. The only way to conquer Toquila is in a clever way.

Havard swung his curved sword from the bottom up, making Toquila's macuahuitl ejected even though it could not be separated from the man's grasp of the Technotitan.

PRANGGGS....

With sprightly, Havard jumped and salted in the air with a somersault position. Toquila swung his rock up, and was instantly slapped by Havard quickly.

STOOP....

Havard landed behind Toquila and swung his sword from top to bottom. Toquila crossed his madness to fend off the enemy.

TRAKKKC...

"Good fight." praise Havard.

Toquila smiled and snorted. Suddenly his body darted Havard's legs making the man a little lost balance. Once again Toquila did a kick and hit Havard's chest.

It was fortunate that Havard's clothes were coated in mild steel so that the effect of the footstroke did not affect his body other than pushing him just a few meters. Havard thrust a sword into the floor to slow down the pace of the thrust while Toquila got back up while looking at Havard who was standing casually grasping his sword. The two fighters looked at each other.

This time Toquila charged forward while swinging his madness. Havard swung his sword from the bottom up, while exerting his inner strength causing a direct visible strike on Toquila that pushed the man a few steps back.

Havard then advanced and again swung his sword horizontally. Toquila hurriedly crossed the mace resisting the attack of the opponent who was eyeing his waist.

Back the fight took place exciting accompanied by loud calls from spectators who were impressed by the match. It turned out that in an unknown place Havard, Sinhala noticed the fight from a hidden place.

Havard decided not to play anymore. He jumped forward and turned around while swinging his sword. Instantly, a whirlwind enveloped his body and advanced on Toquila. There was nothing Toquila could do except to respond to the attack with his weapon.

THRAKKK.... STOOP... KRAKK....

The two weapons again collided and unexpectedly, Toquila's macuahuitl cracked and broke making the man surprised and forced to meet the opponent's sword that soon struck his body. Toquila closed her eyes in resignation.

Havard's Tachi clung to Toquila's neck greeted by boisterous onlookers.

"Kill! Kill it! Kill it!" the audience enthusiastically.

"Don't! Nay! No!" exclaim Nuzlan and Selena together against the will of the audience in the stands.

Toquila has already resigned. He closed his eyes. But Havard then swung back his sword, slashing the head, flying some of Toquila's hair animals, making him partially bald. After slashing his opponent's hair, Havard then sheathed the sword into his war.

"Yes!!! Havard from Las Mecca won the game!!!" exclaim the host.

Havard then left the field with a boisterous crowd.[]