Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 220 - Finally

Hikari pulls a katana stuck in Munding's chest. Blood was seen rushing out from the stab wound. Munding instantly fell to the ground when Hikari drew his sword.

The sidewalk of the highway was moistened by the blood of Munding who was now lying there. Hikari flicked her katana to the side to clean up the remaining blood that was in the blade, then she shook her head and exhaled a long breath as if she was sorry for what she did.

Hikari raised the sword slowly and prepared to chop off Munding's head.

Hikari is a pragmatist. He had to make sure that Munding had actually been killed by beheading him. He did not like the shadow that someone would come looking for him to take revenge in the future. And Munding has the potential for that.

“Humph!” snorting Hikari while swinging his sword down, right towards Munding's neck.

Crassssssss.

There was the sound of something being hit by a sword slash.

“Bang! Quick!!” then there was the voice of a woman who was shouting for someone else.

Hikari looked at Munding and found that the man was now in the grip of a woman who looked a little aged but still looked beautiful.

Hikari glanced towards where Munding was lying and found a watermelon placed there. That was what had made the sound of an object being hit by a sword slash.

“Hikari Makoto, finally you showed your true nature after so long,” muttered the woman while holding Munding who was still unconscious and continued to bleed.

Hikari sheathed her katana into the sheath then looked towards Aisah with some confusion, “who are you?”

“Tak recognize me? Or is your instinct that weak?” aisah taunting.

Hikari fell silent then she tried to recognize the woman in front of her by using the instinctual sensitivity she had. And a name instantly appeared on Hikari's head.

Shadowless.

“Shadow?” hikari asked in a slightly surprised tone.

“Why? Didn't think I was a girl? Or maybe because I'm not Japanese?” cibir Aisah's.

Then suddenly there was the sound of a man gasping for breath. Hikari turned her head towards the man and was a little surprised. He saw a thick and muscular man but his height was not too special and shorter than most people.

His skin was white and there was something that amazed Hikari, the short male body was filled with abstract tribal tattoos from the wrist to the arm. Hikari also saw a tattoo with the same motif on the man's neck. He also saw the tattoo on the leg wearing only shorts and a pair of flip-flops.

Hikari knew that the entire surface of the man's body must be filled with tattoos. He seemed to be panting out of breath that might be due to running, but Hikari could not believe it. The male's heart rate is flat. Like someone who is not doing any physical activity.

“Hai,” greet Leman while waving at Hikari, like an old friend who had not seen each other.

“Bang!! Look at this, critical Munding,” protest Aisah.

“You take it away first and provide treatment as soon as possible. But for sure, he has to live,” said Leman suddenly turned resolute.

Aisah looked unconcerned by Leman's words and just smirked her lips and left with Munding disappeared on the sidelines of a crowd of people who saw a traffic accident near them.

Don't-don't you?

A possibility appeared in Hikari's head. It is likely that this man in front of him is the real leader of Chaos.

Hikari was suddenly delighted when she finally managed to meet the real leader of Chaos after many years of joining the organization. He smiled at Leman and bowed.

“Hikari salutes the Leader,” said Hikari and has not risen from his position.

“Tak nothing. Take it easy,” replied Leman.

Hikari lifted her body and smiled. Leman could clearly see Hikari's desire to challenge him to a duel. Leman smiled slightly then crossed his arms behind his back.

“Where is Titis?” ask Leman slowly.

Hikari looked surprised, but a moment later she regained her composure, “don't get me wrong, I didn't join her. We just cooperate and it just so happens that we have the same motive.”

“I know that, but I asked him because you won't be able to fight me alone,” Leman replied slowly, his tone flat, and not at all seen bragging but just conveying a fact.

Hikari's face turned crimson with embarrassment and was slightly provoked by her emotions. This was the first time since he had managed to become a manifestation fighting wolf and someone openly dared to humiliate him.

“You are too confident,” harrumphed Hikari then he took the position of Iai's horses and prepared to launch his attack towards Leman who still folded his hands behind his back with a relaxed expression.

Hikari grew furious when she saw Leman who seemed to be looking down on her, then suddenly.

Sreeetttttttttttttttt

Trabgggggggggggg

Hikari still remained in his previous position with his Iai horses but his right hand holding the katana handle seemed to shake violently. Even a little blood was seen on the sidelines of his right hand fingers and wet the handle of his katana.

Leman remained in his original position, his hands folded behind his body. He did not deflect or do anything to resist Hikari's attack. The T-shirt used by Leman looks torn with pieces crossed from the bottom right to the top left, revealing Leman's muscular and stocky body. Tattoo looks filled Leman's chest and abdomen.

Hikari stared in disbelief at Leman. Just this time he encountered someone who had done nothing and was completely unharmed after receiving his sword slash.

“Why are you surprised? From the beginning I expected it. You won't be able to hurt me, so I'm asking you to call Titis,” Leman said.

“This is impossible!!” hikari said in disbelief.

Hahahahahaha.

Leman laughed at Hikari's words, “What is impossible? There is a reason why wolves always try to live in a herd. They complement each other. One deficiency with the other advantage. Because nothing is perfect.”

“The basic concept of my manifest is defensive (defensive) and I chose ‘violence’ to be my defense. While the basic concept of your manifestation is offensive (attacking) and I suspect that you choose between sharpness or speed as the basis. After receiving your attack earlier, I know that you used ‘speed’ as your manifestation concept,” said Leman.