MASSHIAHSAGA - THE POWER OF TWO KINGS

GRAND FINALE

The healer who examined Do Quo's body was completely struck by an unusual astonishment. Many times he confirmed his examination and many times he was amazed to realize that the man sitting in front of him was really in good health.

"But.. how can it?" muttered the healer with a mess of his mind.

Selena was about to answer, but Nagini held her hand and squeezed it gently. Nuzlan and Havard seemed to understand the condition and chose silence.

"At least, Mr. Do Quo has been able to go home this afternoon." Nuzlan said in the end. "I am happy, thanks to the medical services of this hospital, my best friend has completely healed from his injuries." he continued with a smile that spread.

Selena glanced at Nuzlan. The man is lying. It was not the service of the healers and caretakers that caused Do Quo to heal, but because of the elixir of the Mentari Flower that Nagini had brought from the Bethania Temple, which caused the man's deep wounds to heal.

Do Quo nodded. "In that case, I can already enter the tournament to win the third champion." he said with enthusiasm.

"If it were.." interrupted the physician with a sorry face. "We have already reported your status to make the committee decide you occupy the fourth champion in absentia.

Disappointment in Do Quo's face. Nuzlan. "Don't blame them, Do Quo."

Do Quo looked at Nuzlan for a moment and nodded. He is trying hard. Nuzlan looked at the healer. "In that case, we will take our friend back to the Harem Bundi Inn."

"Please come with me." take the healer up and step out of the room. Nuzlan glanced at Selena and Havard meaningfully, after which rushed after the healer.

Selena is able to read the gelagat directly approaching Do Quo. "Uncle, let's go." take her.

Do Quo nodded then got up. They accompanied the man out.

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Sultan Yazid was researching the files in his study. Several times his eyebrows wrinkled. Long he read the report file and sat in silence.

The man then got up from the chair and stepped slowly towards the window. He opened it and observed the expanse of residential residents that stretched beyond the elite government area, like cubes in the Lego game board. Everyone who looks at the city of Tel-Qahira from a high place will admire the view and the feeling of the heart will be calm.

But the heart of the ruler of Najd region was not calm. The information from the corps had opened the man's mind that the infiltration by his enemy had been going on for a long time.

His suspicions have been proven to be true. Lord Rotcshild is a double agent. He is a traitor who plays a role between two countries. Sultan Yazid al-Bustami sighed and threw it away quietly. There was a pendulum clock in the room. Time has shown at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The cityscape of Tel-Qahira no longer appease the mind of the ruler of the country. Heavy load squeezed him.

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"Why didn't it just say that elixir was what caused Uncle Do Quo to recover?" ask Selena.

"And cause the sanctity and serenity in the Temple of Bethania to be disturbed?" cross Nagini with ketus. "No, thank you..."

"If they know the benefits of Mentari Flower cultivated around the Bethania Temple, then surely the hospital will send an expedition team there and certainly will cause calm in the region to be disturbed" said Nuzlan at length.

Do Quo nodded. "In conclusion, the area of Bethania Temple is an area to be guarded.." the man looked at Nuzlan. "Why don't we just send a letter of appeal to Amir Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim, so that he sets the Bethania Temple area as a nature reserve conservation area? With that, the region will be the responsibility of the Turan city government in preserving the region." he proposed.

"That we can do later." Nuzlan said. "I will explain that to Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim personally. My voice will be heard."

That's reasoned. Turan is an autonomous region that cannot be intervened by any country in accordance with the laws and regulations agreed by all kingdoms in the plains of Runehall, Najd and Kanpo in the far east.

But in reality, the rulers of Turan were hereditary members of the Ad-Dakhily family who were noble houses in Tel-Qahira. Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim is the fifteenth descendant of the founder of the city of Turan, General Tamim ad-Dakhil who is still a close relative of Nuzlan through his great-grandfather, Abdurahman Walid ad-Dakhil.

"The important thing now is to prepare yourself for Sinhala in the Grand Final." said Nuzlan.

"You've seen his abilities, haven't you?" sahut Do Quo's. "Be careful, Havard. That person was extremely powerful and his mysterious aura was deeply felt. It could be that he's hiding his abilities in front of you..."

"Where did you learn the Golden Arhat Armor?" hatch Nagini. "I know only the warriors of the Sigirlya nation who have these studies. Amitabha July is one of their ancestors."

Do Quo scratched his head and smiled witfully. "I learned the skill from an old Sigirlya when I got lost in the woods near the town of Mashed, a month before the fire broke out" he glanced at Havard. "Fortunately I was taught that lesson. The Golden Arhat Armor is included in the body's defense from physical and non-physical attacks launched by opponents. In the hands of a Sigirlya, the style is very powerful, but because humans who learn it, the style is not so much help in the face of internal energy attacks..."

Nuzlan looked at the wall clock and nodded. "In a few hours the Tarung Sejagat Tournament will be held." He looked at Havard. "We'd as usual be watching from the stands." then Nuzlan stared at Do Quo. "Are you going to come with us, watch in the stands?" ask the man.

Do Quo smiled. "I'll just sit on the bench" he said, staring at Havard and slapping his shoulders slowly. "I have been his mentor in the face of Sinhalese."

Nuzlan. "Then we leave now!" bring him.

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The Colosseum was again crowded with spectators who wanted to watch the match until the end. The committee has prepared twice as many tickets as before because they believe that this match is better than the previous match.

Nuzlan and his entourage arrive and enter through the VIP line, as the organizers know who the man is. Nuzlan chose to sit on the bench right in front of the stage with Selena and Nagini. Havard and Do Quo chose to sit on the bench of contestants who had been mostly empty.

Rudra Sarwa was surprised to see Do Quo appear with a healthy body. They shake hands.

"Congratulations! You are the third champion in this contest." Do Quo congratulated.

Rudra Sarwa humbled, "Ah. should the hospital should not rush to decide your status." he said. "I've always been curious to try Tandwa Natarja's dance to you."

"Unfortunately the committee missed that moment. However I am sure, my Zinran ronghua style will not lose to your Tandwa Natarja dance." reply Do Quo.

"We can test it next time" said Rudra patting Do Quo on the shoulder. What if you visit Svaradwipa and we compete there?"

"I will meet your challenge, once I finish my journey." Do Quo replied patting Rudra on the shoulder.

The two sat side by side while Havard sat beside Do Quo. Havard looked at the arena.

"He was not present." said Havard.

Havard smiled at his best friend. The arena has been repaired by the committee. The stage floor was smooth as before as if there had never been severe damage before. Havard praised the carpenters working on the repair project.

The host appeared and stepped into the middle of the stage and exclaimed.

"Girls! Welcome to the Tarung Sejagat Tournament!!!" the thrill was met by the cheers of a feisty audience.

"Today we step into the last session of this tournament.the Grand Final!" exclaim the host. "And one special thing for this year, this match will also be attended by the ruler of this city, Amir Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim! We welcome him!!!"

After the host spoke, from the side of the exit came a row of hijabah that carried out thorough security, shortly after, appeared Amir Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim wearing his great clothes, complete with his coat. He stepped over while waving his hand with a faint smile. The spectators who were part of the city of Turan responded by waving back while cheering happily.

Amir Sheikh Fahril at-Tamim sat on the stage prepared by the organizers, protected by the hijabah as the first form of intimidation so that no one dared to approach him.

The host again exclaimed. "Yes!!! Without waiting for long, we show our finalist, Havard from Las Mecca!!!"

Havard got up from the bench and stepped onto the stage. He then stood on the eastern side of the stage.

"And welcome the challenger, Sinhala of Shamvala!!!" exclaim the host.

From the direction of the hall, Sinhalese appeared who now bear a rapier type sword. He stepped up and glanced at Havard who was looking at him sharply. The snow-white haired man stood on the west side of the stage.

"Let's watch this year's spectacular game!!!" the host's exclamation interspersed with the sound of bells ringing the sign of the match starting.

Havard unsheathed Norimitsu's tachi and adopted a seigan style and changed it to te ura gasumi style by pushing his left leg forward.

Sinhalese smiled cynically and drew the rapier and brandished the sword forward while his other hand was extended backwards. Both of his legs opened, his right foot part forward.

Accompanied by a shout, Havard thrust his curved sword forward. Sinhalese swiftly swerving his straight flat sword slapped the stab.

TRANGGGS....

Tachi Norimitsu bounced to the side, thankfully unable to escape Havard's grasp even though he felt his fingers tingling, due to the slap of the opponent's weapon. He slashed again with a horizontal force aiming at Sinhala's face.

The snow-white-haired man hurriedly crossed his sword vertically by the side of his face.

TRANGGGS...

Tachi Norimitsu hits Sinhala's rapier. The man then pressed his opponent's curved sword downwards. The two of them pressed each other against the sword.

"I told you, didn't I?" sinhala. "We will definitely meet!"

"It seems that I should be grateful for it." - Havard growled amid his cruel grin.

Suddenly Sinhalese slapped again his opponent's sword and swung his sword aiming at Havard's face.

Havard swiftly retreated and deflected his opponent's attack then advanced again swinging his sword.

Suddenly Sinhalese exerted his inner strength. His body had quickly unwittingly disappeared and appeared behind Havard.

Fortunately Havard has a high sensitivity. He felt an aura behind him. With reflex Havard turned back while swinging his sword.

TRANGGGS...

The Sinhalese attack failed. Havard spun once more then swung the sword in an oblique position from bottom to top. Sinhalese re-exerted his inner strength, drifting away quickly.

Havard chased again while swinging his arch sword in a crossed position. It was one of the courses of the Fire of Heaven that Nitsu Katsunoshin taught him.

Sinhalese understood that he could not break through the virtual barricade created by Havard's cross-cut curved sword slash. The risk is great and could endanger his own life.

Sinhalese knew that in the Kanpo area, there were many warriors to choose from, but the famous among them were the Aragami warriors who were believed to be descendants of Tengu, the ghost of the wild mountains, and the, it always carried a wide leaf fan and a curved sword similar to the one Havard used. It could be, the male teacher was from the Aragami tribe who was famous for his prowess. From them is known the term shinobi, which is a swordsman who understands the power of the supernatural and is able to move as fast as shadows.

Sinhala stands in the north corner of the stage away from Havard who now install shin style. The silver-eyed man shrugged his shoulders.

"You tricked me into exerting my abilities." - Sinhala said flatly. "Prepare your best style. Don't embarrass your teacher's name."

Havard snorted and squinted his eyes. Sinhalese lowered his sword down, then turned it slowly forming a circular pattern. A light shimmered from the sword created an imaginary atmosphere that bewitched the audience to the point of being dazzled.

Suddenly Sinhala snapped her sword and soared at high speed towards Havard.

Havard was shocked and then dodged to the side as Sinhalese thrust his sword. The man grabbed him again with a slash to the side. Havard hurriedly crossed his sword.

TRANGGGS...

Amidst the roar of the audience's voice, the two contestants fought to exert their respective competencies. Both look equally strong and it is difficult to determine who will win that game.

Do Quo himself gaped and in disbelief at his vision, seeing Havard move at a speed that was hard to catch by his eyes. The man was a capable swordsman. The vision dria is well trained so that any quick movement can still be detected. But Havard turned out to be faster than that. The spectators alone no longer saw the two fighters. So quickly, they only saw sparks due to the clash of two weapons from the contestant. Some have complained of dizziness because they are no longer able to catch the fight clearly.

Suddenly Sinhala shot up again and swung her sword. Havard managed to dodge but the opponent's sword managed to tear off his long vest. The two of them moved away again and stood opposite. At that time, they also looked. The audience cheered again.

Havard saw his broken vest. He finally took it off and threw the clothes out of the arena. His sharp gaze again fell towards Sinhala.

The man saw Havard's two eyes giving off a yellowish glow. He smiles.

It turns out that you were well trained by the Aragami people.[].