MASSHIAHSAGA - THE POWER OF TWO KINGS

THE MYSTERIOUS SINHALESE

Do Quo has been getting ready and warming up. After that he stepped casually out of the hall, towards the arena of the match along with his name by the host.

Do Quo stepped up with a joyful face. His smile continued to spread and the wave of his hand continued to swing greeted his fans from the audience.

"Uuuuhhh... Uncle Lebay!!!" selena shouted in a mocking tone. Nuzlan laughed at the girl.

Havard himself watched from the bottom side of the stage together with Rudra. Do Quo looked at Havard who was looking at him with a gesture to be cautious of his opponent. The man from Daipeh nodded imperceptibly.

"Now we welcome the next contestant, a man of immeasurable speed! Here goes! The sinhala!!!!" exclaim the host.

Soon, leisurely waltzing out onto the stage, a white-haired man like snow. The man's skin was pale, in complete contrast to his short black clothes and embroidered with golden threads, growing more and more resplendent with the glaring glances of his two silver-colored corneas. He was Sinhalese, a fighter who according to the news came from the middle of nowhere called Shamvala.

Havard caught something else from the appearance of the silver-eyed man. It turns out that the Sinhalese do not bear any weapons. He looks confident facing Do Quo without a weapon.

The two contestants faced each other. The sound of bells ringing indicates the match begins. Do Quo looked at Sinhala.

"You don't have a gun?" lure Do Quo with a smile. His thick cross-sectional mustache looked gallantly stuck above his lips.

Sinhalese smiled faintly with a stark look. "I respect you. Facing a fist expert with a weapon, is an insult to my competence." replied Sinhala still with a calm attitude.

"Well, a lot of confidence" Do Quo commented seriously. His sympathetic smile was gone. "I hope you don't regret your decision."

The man put up his combat style. His right foot went forward. His body position is slanting. His right hand was raised protecting the neck and chest with fingers forming eagle claws, while his left hand was stunned beside the stomach with fingers forming a shale pattern.

Sinhala momentarily snorted short amid her cynical smile. He developed a hand and then put it together over his head and pulled it in a cross position to the chest. Sinhalese then twisted his arm and developed it back in a sideways position. His left hand is in front and his right hand is in the back.

Both are in that position. No one wants to start an attack. The audience was tense.

"What did Uncle Do Quo do?!" hiss Selena worriedly. "Why didn't he just attack his opponent?"

"Do Quo studied motion and detected the aura of his opponent." Nuzlan replied also in a tense manner. "The opposite is true as well. Both are doing research..."

But because the long time between the two did not move, making the audience impatient. They started shouting telling the two contestants to fight immediately.

Sinhalese smiled faintly. Suddenly at a speed that could not be reached by the sight of ordinary people, he shot towards Do Quo.

Do Quo was shocked but did not panic. He came forward to welcome his opponent's attack. Sinhala's advanced hand was stretched out in fist form, and was fended off by Do Quo with his right hand. The forty-year-old man thrust his four fingers firmly into Sinhalese's face.

PLAKKIS... PLAKKIS... TAK...TAK...

Sinhala whizzed his palm in, slapped Do Quo's finger prick and threw his opponent's attack to the side. At about the same time, Sinhalese swung his other hand towards his opponent's head.

Do Quo quickly threw his body to the side and jumped again a few meters away from Sinhalese while breathing in. Sinhala just looked at him with a cynical smile. The cheers of the spectators who were encouraging were heard again.

"Why Do Quo? Tired already?" sinhala Ejek.

"Dammit!!!" aptat Do Quo re-installed his combat style and advanced towards Sinhalese with a sideways kick swing.

Sinhalese tilted only half of his body, letting Do Quo kick raw and the man landed two steps beside Sinhalese.

Do Quo who had just landed now jumped again to the back and swung a twisting kick, aiming for Sinhalese face.

This time Sinhalese did not escape. He deflected the kick and jumped up and then spun sending Do Quo a twisting kick.

Do Quo deftly lifted his knees shielding the side of his body.

BRUCK!!! UM!!!

Sinhala's kick hit Do Quo's foot. The man felt his calves, knees and thighs tingling but was held back. Do Quo's body is pushed to the side due to the boost of energy from the opponent's kick.

Sinhalese chased by jumping around like a drill bit after Do Quo. The snow-white-haired man developed his hands with claw-shaped fingers.

Sinhalese claw swings swinging at Do Quo's shoulder. The man from Daipeh had his shoulders back so that the claw just passed by. But Sinhalese did not give up. He again swung his other hand claw at the nape of his opponent.

Forced Do Quo to throw his face back, but at the same time his feet swayed to do a kick to the opponent's body.

BUKKK... HEH!!!!

Do Quo's footstroke hit Sinhala's body. The white-haired man's body was vertical but his body was shaken off balance. This was used by Do Quo to turn back and then dart again to attack Sinhala.

Do Quo slammed his fist. Sinhalese forced to welcome his opponent's fist with a fist anyway.

BAM!!!! UGH... UHHH...

An explosion of inner energy occurred while the two contestants' fists collided. As a result, both bodies bounced backwards. Do Quo dampened the urge by holding both legs on the floor coupled with energy in manipulating his body weight. As for Sinhalese doing the salto repeatedly in the air and landed on the floor nicely.

Havard himself once in a while unknowingly stood up to see his hard-earned best friend defend himself from his fierce opponent's attacks. His sharp gaze remained fixed on the arena of the match, studying the Sinhalese movements.

The sound of the spiritist screams from the audience sounded again. The two contestants now stood up straight.

"An interesting fighting style." praised Do Quo as he wiped the blood dripping slightly from the corner of his lips. It seems that the man suffered a slight internal wound.

In front of him, Sinhalese showed no signs of exhaustion at all. He stood quietly.

"I'm getting more excited to face an opponent like you." said Do Quo again install the manager.

Sinhalese looked haughtily and then snorted again. He still remains in his style without that style.

Do Quo lowered his body and soared back quickly towards Sinhala. He swung his fist.

But how surprised the man from Daipeh was when he realized his fist only hit empty air without the Sinhalese there welcoming his attack. He looks.

Sinhalese was some distance from his right side, standing in an attitude with no fighting style. So arrogant his attitude, as if underestimating the intelligence of his opponent.

Infuriated, Do Quo darted to the side swinging his hand cutting the face of the pale-skinned man.

Once again Do Quo swallowed his anger when he realized Sinhala was not there to welcome his attack. The man now stands behind Do Quo.

"Hey, why do you keep dodging?!" sergeant Do Quo angrily and swung a kick back.

Back the kick hit an empty place and was so surprised Do Quo, when Sinhala suddenly had a hard time in front of him displaying his cynical smile.

Havard and Rudra themselves were flabbergasted at the speed the Sinhalese exhibited. The spectators were stunned and lost their voices to cheer.

Do Quo had not had time to make an attack, Sinhala quickly grabbed the man by the neck and raised his body upwards. With a single swing, Do Quo's body floated and fell thumping on the floor. As a result of the thrust, the floor hit by Do Quo's body became cracked.

Suddenly Sinhala jumped into the air and floated for a moment above. The man fused his palm to the chest and then swooped down quickly. The man pointed his right hand at Do Quo, expanding his fingers to form a site.

"Buck!!! Tapak Sakti Arhat Suci!" exclaimed Rudra stood up and stared in astonishment.

"What did you say?!" havard exclaimed in shock at Rudra then turned his face to look at Sinhala who was sliding rapidly with his palm open.

Do Quo felt the heat coming down on him. If he did not immediately anticipate, he would definitely die in vain. There's no other way. The man cast a spell and his hands formed a mudra then the man pointed his two fists forward.

"Golden Arhat Jirah Box!!!" exclaim Do Quo. A golden beam of light enveloped Do Quo's body.

DUARRR....

There was a nuclear explosion that hit the earth. The ash crashing into the air made the scenery obstructed. The spectators had trouble getting rid of the dust due to the burst of energy in it.

Havard had nearly advanced up the stage if only Rudra had not prevented it. Long time also the arena was covered with dust. The longer the dust is gone and the arena of the match looks back.

But how shocked the audience was, not least Havard and Rudra stared at the scene before them.

The stage of the match was broken leaving a large hole in the middle of the arena of the match. Some distance from the hole, sitting half-kneeling, Sinhala who was holding her chest. A speck of blood seemed to flow from the corner of his lips.

Do Quo's body is gone. It's likely that it was planted deep in the bottom of that hole. The audience is not playing.

"Do Quo!!!!" shout Havard hysterically. He forced his way onto the stage while Rudra desperately hugged the man's body trying to keep Havard from taking the stage which could have led to him being disqualified from the match.

"Aware Havard! Awake it!!!" shouted Rudra with a thump.

"My best friend on the bottom of that hole!!!" shouted Havard with a thump. "I want to help her!!!"

"The match is not over yet, Havard!!!" exclaim Rudra reminded. "If you insist, you will break the rules. You'll be expelled and that puts Sinhala to number one impeccably! Is that what you want?!"

"But my best friend!!!" havard protests with wet eyes. He forgot how to cry. There is only anger.

"Let the committee set its decision!!!" yell Rudra again.

Havard could only harbor his wrath, biting his lips so hard that he involuntarily injured his own lips with the bite.

On the stage, Sinhala slowly got up and stepped slowly towards the hole. He stared at the deep blackened hole with a flat gaze.

"Sinhalese!!!" shout Havard. "I challenge you!!! I challenge you!!!" he pointed his finger at the silver-eyed man.

Sinhalese turned his head to look at Havard who stood trembling withstanding his mounting anger. Behind him, Rudra stood on standby in anticipation of not getting the man in front of him to release his emotions and was about to climb up the stage.

Sinhala again showed off her cold smile. While above the stands, Nuzlan stared furiously while Selena had been sobbing over the fate of Do Quo who was drowning in a deep hole in the middle of the arena.

"We're meeting Havard. No need to rush." said Sinhala then pointed his index finger at Havard. "You're gonna catch up with your best friend in this hole!" he shouted while pointing at the hole in front of him.

Havard growled muntab. Rudra was just staring. He could do nothing more without his bow of pride. The only weapon left was a short spear with a trident and it would mean nothing to the Sinhalese.

In fact, Rudra still has one ultimate style, namely the bare-handed martial art called Tandwa Natarja. The art is in the form of a dance-like motion but deadly because it is full of deceitful movements, especially played using a trident. This art was studied directly by Resi Amoghasidhi to King Manikmaya. Rudra learned it and managed to master every move in that death dance.

But Rudra doubted whether the dance of Tandwa Natarja would be able to face the style of the Sacred Arhat Tapak Sakti of Sinhala. To his knowledge, the Jurus was an art discovered by Amitabha Julai on the Hill of the Five Elements in the plain of Guon Luon. The creator of the style is both a figure of legend similar to a god. It is likely that the two moves will also not work with each other.

"Yes!!!! As our contestant, Do Quo no longer shows any signs of resistance, so with this, the winner predicate is assigned to the Sinhalese of Shamvala!!!!" exclaim the host.

Sinhala gave a short snort and smiled then turned around leaving the arena of the match.

"Do Quo!!!" havard shouted immediately ran up the stage and moved towards the hole. He went down the hole and found Do Quo lying unconscious with his body scarred and his clothes torn.

Havard pulled his best friend's body out of the hole. Organisers greeted Do Quo's body and paramedics secured him from the match area for Turan City Hospital.

"The Grand Final will be held at three in the afternoon, awaiting the medical team's decision on the status of Mr. Do Quo." exclaimed the host. "When, the medical examination showed a bad direction, then automatically, the third title of the Tarung Sejagat Tournament was given to contestant Rudra Sarwa of Svaradwipa!!!"

The audience then left the stands. Nuzlan took Selena.

"Come, let's go see Mr. Do Quo." take Nuzlan. Selena nodded.

The man nodded. "Hopefully Nagini will be home today..." The two walked down a row of stands and down the stairs until they reached the exit of the Colosseum.[]