Night Eagle Swordsman

Tired Soul, Tired Heart, Tired Mind

During the fight, Puguh tried to pay attention to the state of Rengganis. However, due to their increasingly fierce fight, making their distance even further apart. Making Puguh not too can ensure the condition of Rengganis.

In a fight that took place at a very high level, what Puguh did had a huge effect on his concentration.

That little gap, was an enormous opportunity for his opponent. In just a split second, Puguh's body was hit by several strokes of a machete and one kick from Nyi Riwut Parijatha that hit his stomach.

Srat ! Srat ! Srat !

Duuaaakkk !

Instantly Puguh's body was still floating, thrown backwards, then fell to the ground.

But quickly Puguh stood up again even while holding back pain, because his opponent did not give time for him even just to arrange his breathing.

Just standing up, Nyi Riwut Parijatha's little stick had threatened her neck, along with two machets that pointed to her head and stomach.

There was no other choice for Puguh, his body bounces upwards and then turns backwards to avoid the next attack.

As soon as it landed on the ground, Puguh immediately shot back upwards. While hovering, Puguh exerted all her strength. The bright green light that enveloped his entire body grew increasingly concentrated.

Regardless of the wounds all over his body, Puguh lunged at whoever his opponent was approaching.

Played using full strength, the sword style of the Eagle Rider's legacy, increasingly revealed its efficacy.

The sword in Puguh's hand hit every weapon that threatened his body.

Trang ! Trang ! Trang !

Some of his opponents began to fall. Some were bounced from the impact of the attack or hit by the sword slash on his body. But Puguh felt, his opponent like endless. Because, every time someone falls or dies, someone always appears in his place.

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Meanwhile, in another fight, Rengganis faced a roar of six opponents who were very high in ability and strength.

At first, by relying on his speed, Rengganis was able to face all six of his opponents. However, when entering fifty moves, Rengganis had to expend all his abilities. His body floated flying, dodging attacks while constantly looking for opportunities to attack and take down his opponent. In addition, Rengganis continuously retreat while continuing to survive, to find a place that is overgrown with trees.

Later, Rengganis began to play Sara Jiwana. With the body hovering, both hands of Rengganis made a certain movement movement that made the surrounding tree move with the desired movement.

Among the trees whose branches moved according to his orders, the ends of the clothes and his hair waving waved added to his elegance.

As the fight went a hundred more steps, Rengganis briefly heard the sound of blows and the sound of body falling. A moment Rengganis saw Puguh thrown and fell to the ground.

It made all the feelings burst into the chest of Rengganis. Suddenly, an even greater vibration of force came out from the body of the Rengganis.

The gusts of wind around the fight instantly grew louder. The tree tree that was close to the place where the branches and leaves were fighting shook with the trunk of the tree that was winding towards Rengganis. All the warriors who surrounded Rengganis sensed, there was a very high vibration of power coming from the treefather flowing into the body of Rengganis.

Meanwhile, the body of Rengganis that floated between the tree tree, the entire tip of his clothes and hair, waving waved exposed to the gust of wind. His two eyeballs slowly turned white and gave off a white light.

"You've all gone too far ! You will accept the punishment !" said Rengganis in a rather deep voice.

With his right hand holding the sword in front of his chest, Rengganis' left hand was raised to the top of his head with his palm facing upwards.

Seeing what happened to Rengganis, the increasing number of warriors who surrounded him.

"Blue-eyed wolf's smile ? It turns out that the creature really exists !" muttered one of the warriors who flew to surround Rengganis.

With more energy flowing in, the swordsman who surrounded Rengganis, prepared to gang up again. Then, without being given an aba, they darted towards Rengganis.

When he saw all his opponents attacking, Rengganis snorted softly. Then his body darted through every opponent who approached.

The sound of weapons clashing, back in opposition like racing with the sound of screaming. Occasionally interspersed with the sounds of pain and death. Slowly but surely, one by one Rengganis began to finish off his opponent.

The same thing was done by the silhouette of a blue-eyed wolf demon. With the safest or the slap of his two front claws, making all the warriors who approached Rengganis from the side or from behind, fall bounced and there were even some who could not get up again.

Meanwhile, in another fight, on the eve of the night, Puguh had expended all his abilities. The inner energy he expended had already reached its limit peak. Many opponents have fallen, killed in his hands.

However, as if not wanting to release its prey again, the number of warriors that came was increasing. It made Puguh start to feel tired. Not tired of his body, but tired of his heart and mind. His heart was tired, because it was always killing, whether it was how many tens or maybe even how many hundred warriors he had to kill. Even his mind was tired of seeing the reality, if not killed, he would be killed.

His hands and sword, his clothes and his entire body even his face, were already filled with bloodstains.

In his weary peak, Puguh was still moving very quickly, while turning his sword away from the weapon that almost hit his body.

His body, which was still strong, could still move very quickly. But Puguh was tired of feeling it and thinking about it.

Until at one time, there were four machetes leading to his body. Two from the left and two from the right.

Getting attacks from four directions at once, Puguh turned his sword in such a way as to fend off the four machete.

However, just as Puguh turned her body to the right to fend off, it arrived from the direction before her, hurtling very quickly a small stick, which was, pointing to his left waist that was open and only one inch away from his body. Meanwhile, the two attacking machetes from the left were already very close to his back.

In that situation, Puguh who was very tired of his soul, tired of his heart and mind, felt very close to his death. Puguh suddenly remembered his symbol who had died.

"Simbok, ... tungu ... Pu ...guh !" puguh said inwardly as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Puguh felt his body fall.

Bruuuaaakkk !

In a state of closed eyes, Puguh heard the voice of women.

"Why to ngger ? No need to hunt. Here's a symbol help you stand up again,"

Quickly Puguh opened his eyes.

"Graddle ?" puguh asked with sparkling eyes, half in disbelief.

Puguh immediately stood up and hugged his symbol. A sense of serenity crept in his heart, feeling the warmth of his symbiotic embrace. His body felt comfortable, feeling the coarse elusions of his symbology hands on his head and back.

He closed his eyes again, as if he did not want to lose all those feelings.

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