Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

A Pair of Swallow Red Bag. 2

Suddenly the Green Klabang shot into the air. After turning once, in a state still on top, jerked his right hand A pair of Red Swiftlets know very well that the Green Klabang is issuing a very dangerous Kala Wisa style.

Not all figures are able to match the style of 'Kala Wisa' including Sarmapala who only rely on canuragan science and a little master of other magic. It can be ascertained if Kala Wisa hit Sarmapala, he must have died instantly with a blue body. Kala Wisa's long-range punch had a very deadly poison wave.

Cras!

At that extremely critical and thrilling second, suddenly a shadow flashed swiftly retracing the Green Klabang attack.

"Devil strip! Who would dare interfere in my affairs?!" as Klabang Hijau was angry, because his attack was broken in the middle of the road.

"I can't believe that the big name of Klabang Hijau was only to scare the boy yesterday afternoon" a hoarse and raucous voice sounded.

All eyes were immediately fixed on the direction of the voice earlier. There was a white-haired old woman all over, standing on a large rock as big as a buffalo. People recognized him from the black belt that wrapped around his waist. Her name is Grandma Sumbing.

"There's no point in you complaining about your lives here" Granny Sumbing said again. His voice still sounded hoarse and raucous.

"Ha ha ha.., it turns out that her soft mouth is able to also give advice," Sarmapala laughed mockingly.

Granny Sumbing just smiled. His lips that had been torn off the top were getting ugly to the eye. The smile was also more like a grin. His black teeth were sticking out.

"You came to this village of course meant to Bukit Batok. I think your steps are just to take your life, young man," Granny Sumbing said.

Red was extinguished Sarmapala's face when he heard Grandma Sumbing's calm tone, but made the ear heat. It was clear that the old woman was underestimating her.

"ugly granny! Everyone knows that Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru belongs to anyone who managed to get it. The heirloom is not just yours the jungle!" said Sarmapala loudly with a huffed tone.

The words spoken out loud and loud, made the pair of Red Swiftlets that had been observing them ever since, become jolted in shock. It turns out that the news about the heritage of Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru has spread so widely. Not only martial jungle figures who want to have it, but royal people like Sarmapala are also interested.

"It doesn't feel good to argue here. If you have the guts, we can complain of each other's lives later in Goa Banat Bukit Batok," said Granny Sumbing as she held high and vanished among the houses of the population.

"Our calculations are not finished yet, Klabang Hijau," Sarmapala immediately stared at Klabang Hijau. He did not care anymore about Granny Sumbing who had somehow gone where.

"He he he..," Green Klabang chuckled, then flipped over, then stepped over.

"Hey, wait! You can't just leave before one of us dies!" sarmapala shouted loudly.

"I'm just serving you. Waste of energy," the snort of Green Klabang continued to pass.

With mounting anger, Sarmapala screamed loudly while jumping over his sword. But when his sword eyes almost touched the body of Green Klabang, in a flash the target had jumped high and had perched on the roof of the inn.

"Wait for you in Goa Banat Bukit Batok," said Klabang Hijau while jumping and lost among the trees.

"Coward!" sarmapala sighed. While grumbling, Near him his horse that was moored in front of the inn house. After jumping lightly onto the white horse's back, the horse darted like an arrow out of a bow when it was crushed by its bridle.

A pair of Red Swiftlets that had been watching since, just kept quiet to see the incident. Each one is busy with his thoughts. For a moment the situation in front of the inn house was again quiet. While dusk has crept more and more towards night. A dark atmosphere began to envelop the village.

"They must be heading for the tomb of Eyang Resi," muttered Jaka.

Wulan just looked at Jaka without speaking.

"You heard Grandma Sumbing's words earlier, Wulan?" ask Jaka.

"Yes" said Wulan.

"They thought Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru was in Goa Banning Bukit Batok. And you know in that cave Eyang Resi Suralaga is buried. Are we just keeping quiet?"

"I don't want my grave to be torn apart by dirty hands!" dengus Wulan growled.

Without saying much more, they jumped onto each other's horse backs. As fast as lightning pounded their horse rides, back to Bukit Batok. A pair of Red Swiftlets are now increasingly convinced that the heirloom objects that are being contested and sought after figures of the martial jungle are the property of Eyang Resi Suralaga.

An heirloom object called Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru is now a seizure after its owner died. Eyang Resi Suralaga has never told a long story about it. But his final words, which were an enigma, are now almost revealed. Even now it's a serious problem.

A pair of Red Swiftlets did not know yet, what the heirloom's benefits were for others. They are willing to complain of life just to fight over a cupu that has not been discovered its form and efficacy. For a pair of Red Swallow cup it is very useful. But for someone else? This is the question.

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Bukit Batok looks stand haughty covered in thick fog that moves in the wind. The previously unknown hill has suddenly become the center of attention. Every day someone goes there. Their goal is only one. Cupu Bead Blue Arbor.

Now Goa Ban Bukit Batok bustling by jungle figures from both white and black groups. They came alone, and some were with their disciples. Even seen also a group of royal soldiers who divided several groups. Each group is led by a retainer or royal authority.

Although the intent of having Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru is different, but clearly people from all directions have come to Bukit Batok. The place is like a party now. There are even some groups of people who only have the intelligence of mediocre attend. They on average just want to see high-level figures fighting each other for things that do not belong to them.

"I can't believe Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru has an extraordinary appeal" muttered a young man while shaking his head.

The young man was tall. His pair of eyes were round concave, going inside between his two deflated cheeks. But still also seen the lines of good looks with skin that is yellow. His clothes were neat perlente like a prince. Beside him stood a young man with the same body shape and face. The clothes are exactly the same. It's hard to tell if they're side by side together. They are known as the Twins of Satan.

"You see, Brother Sencaki. The government turned out to be interested also with Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru," said the young man again named Sencaka.

"Yes, they came openly" Sencaki said. His eyes examined the surroundings. It seems like this place is no longer a place to hide.

Behind the trees, rocks, even at the tops of trees are already inhabited by figures of the jungle that always aim for the opportunity to penetrate Goa Prohibition.

Suddenly the sharp eyes of Sencaki caught a pair of red-clothed youngsters sitting on horseback. It was a bit far from this place, but it was clear that they were watching the surroundings.

"Isn't that a pair of Red Swallow?" It's like asking yourself.

"really. Apparently you saw too," Sencaka said.

"It looks like they're calm, Kakang," Sencaki said, not turning her attention to the Red Swallow Pair.

"Maybe the cupu has been in his hands," said Sencaka guessing.

"What are we here for then? Wouldn't it be better to snatch the cup from their hands?'

"Don't be in a hurry. Look at the development first. Let those fools kill each other! Thus, our obstacles are reduced."

Hissing nodded his head. His eyes remained unblinking watching the Red Swallow Pair that was at the top of the hill. From the top it can indeed be seen clearly the situation around Goa Prohibition.

"I'm sure a pair of Red Swiftlets doesn't want this place to be a battleground" Sencaki murmured.

"They should also think twice about directly intervening. You just look there. There is Granny Sumbing, Green Klabang, Eagle Eye Swordsman, and almost all of the magic figures of tumplek in this place. We ourselves are not necessarily able to match one of them."

"So, what do you think, Kakang?"

"Sit's quiet here while observing the progress. And you don't let go of watching every move of a pair of Red Swallow."

Hissing nodded his head. He understood the meaning of this twin brother. Under these circumstances, it is not energy and devotion that is needed, but cunning and ingenuity that play. Who is more ingenious, he who managed to get Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru.

But it wasn't just the Twin Demons who had such thoughts. Not far from them, also seen five men of stout stature with a machete draped on the back. They are better known as the Five Charms of Hell.

"I can't wait anymore" muttered one of the Five Phalles wearing a yellow suit.

"Patience, Yellow Baga. We came here to get Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru. Not to take lives in vain!" said another man wearing a blue shirt.

Indeed, the five people can be known by name from the clothes worn. Different colors are the hallmark of their names.

"Then when should we wait? It feels like my hands are already itching," bursts Baga Purple.

"Remember, Purple Baga, Yellow Baga, and all of you. Such a situation we have expected before. And the best way is not with the way of muscle and magic, but!" said Baga Biru as his index finger was tapped to his own forehead. Indeed, his sisters are no longer impatient to get the heirloom.

"Then what do you think?" ask Baga Putih.

The Blue Baga did not immediately reply. He himself is thinking about the best way to win this competition without being too draining. The problem is, who came to Bukit Batok is not a random person. They have a pretty high average intelligence. So it is impossible to face them all by relying on canoegan science and devotion.

The most important step now is to be able to maintain emotions, and look for the right one without having to spend a lot of energy. Of course, this requires heavy brain work. Wisdom is more instrumental to winning this competition.

At the moment when the Blue Baga racked his brain, suddenly there was a noise followed by the sound of death screams. Looks like a squad in the uniform of royal soldiers ravaged like a wild bull run amok. Several bodies were seen lying with the chest pierced by arrows.

"What's wrong?" ask Baga Blue.

"There are madmen slaughtering royal warriors" said the Yellow Baga.

The Blue Baga's eyes bought to see the arrows coming like rain slaughtering the soldiers. Not only one group of troops who experienced this, other groups also fell into chaos with the sudden rain of arrows. Screeching screams accompanied by the collision of several human bodies coloring the state of Bukit Batok.

Everyone who was there immediately focused on the incident that came suddenly. Some of the surviving soldiers tried to save themselves. But because of the swiftness of the arrows that came, like there was no more chance for them to escape. One or two arrows they could avoid, but the next arrow managed to pierce through their bodies.

They are right in their fate. Who is this man who so heartily and ruthlessly slaughtered dozens of people without being given the slightest chance to strike back? The arrows are like coming from all directions. Only a well-trained eye can see that the arrow is coming from one direction.

Now the shrill scream of death was momentarily no longer heard. There are only bodies that are not necessarily in the direction. Blood flooded the grass. The smell of blood began to smell carried by the wind.

"Ha ha ha.., ******all of you Pasirwatu dogs!" there was a thunderous sound along with the cessation of the rain of arrows.

There was a young man with a tall body standing on a large rock stacked up. In his right hand was a bow. While on his waist hung a bag of arrows that had been empty. Pongah once again while standing behind the sun.

His eyes were sharp looking at the corpses of the Sandwatu Kingdom warriors. Suddenly he threw out a bow, and with agile movements, both of his hands whipped out a three-eyed short spear tucked in the waist. It's Rakawigirang.

Rakawigirang slaughtered Pasirwatu soldiers there was a reason. Five years ago the princess of the Kingdom of Sandwatu was once worshipped. It turned out that this young man named Rakawigirang also participated in the competition. But he can be defeated by the enslaved princess. The princess is a powerful. Apparently from that event Rakawigirang holds a grudge.

"Who will defend the dogs of Pasirwatu? Show face!" shouted Rakawigirang pongah defiantly.

"Rakawigirang, your behavior is disgusting!" the voice of reply was heard growling, followed by the appearance of a young man dressed in tight all white.

"Oh, apparently there are still rotten mice Pasirwatu, too" Rakawigirang smiled cynically at Sarmapala appearing.

Sarmapala, one of the main servants with the position of head of the army of the Kingdom of Sandwatu. His heart was angry to see the brutal slaughter by Rakawigirang. Moreover, the words thrown from the mouth Rakawigirang very painful ears.

"Tear your mouth, Rakawigirang!" sarmapala.

"Facing you doesn't need to use a weapon!"

Rakawigirang immediately slipped back two three-eyed spears to his waist, then shot into the air and calted twice. With sweetness his feet imprinted the ground five steps ahead of Sarmapala.

"You come here certainly want to look for Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru, right? Well, before that face me first!" rakawigirang pongah.

"Be prepared!" sarmapala's grunts refused to beat around the bush.

His lips were not yet dry to say those words, Sarmapala immediately opened the empty-handed moves. While Rakawigirang seemed to stand quietly with sharp eyes watching every development of Sarmapala's empty-handed stance. Her lips were flushed with a thin smile. He is no longer strange to face the moves, because he had faced against the princess Rasmala of the Kingdom of Sandwatu five years ago. Of course Sarmapala also got the same source.

Had the arrogant princess been here, it would not have been able to defeat Rakawigirang again. For five years Rakawigirang deepened his knowledge. Especially now that he learned a new science that is more powerful and reliable.

"Hold attack!" shouts Sarmapala suddenly.

Simultaneously, Sarmapala's feet moved quickly to jump over Rakawigirang Masih in a position on the ground, moved his legs quickly towards the opposing body parts.

Rakawigirang who already knew the movements before, only tilted his body slightly to the left and to the right avoiding the streak of legs of the opponent. Not a little bit of his legs.

Sarmapala's first attack failed miserably. Immediately opened a new attack with a second style. This time Sarmapala's body was tilted to the right. Next to his feet bend. Quickly, his right hand grabbed the opponent's head.

The fast and sudden attack was not expected by Rakawigirang before. He was shocked, then quickly lowered his head. But unexpectedly, Sarmapala's bent right leg quickly kicked forward.

"Damn it!" rakawigirang grunts fierce.

Their distance was so close and there was no way Rakawigirang dodged. He had to shake his hand at the kick.

Buk up!

A violent clash occurs between the hands and feet. At once Rakawigirang also jumped twice to the back. His lips grimaced with the extreme pain in his hands.

"**** bunt, remove your weapon!" as Rakawigirang grimacing. Fortunately, his hand was not broken. Just a little bruising.

"I told you, facing you does not need to use a weapon" said Sarmapala coldly.

"Damn! Don't regret that you died at the end of my gun!" rakawigirang growled while pulling out a three-pointed short stick from his waist.

"Ha ha ha.., not even a child will be afraid to look at your toys!" sarmapala Ejek.

"Yepy...!" Rakawigirang could no longer contain his anger. He immediately jumped with the two weapons in his hand drawn forward.

Sarmapala shot high into the air avoiding the lunge like a raging bull. The tip of Rakawigirang's weapon misses a few hairs under Sarmapala's feet. Twice he salted in the air, then landed behind Rakawigirang.

"****** you!" rakawigirang.

His body rapidly turned. One tip of the spear threatened the stomach while the other spear pointed towards the neck. The sarmapala that had just landed onto the ground, immediately bounced to the back of several spears dodging such a swift attack

"Damn it!" sarmapala. "Five years of progress."

Not to mention Sarmapala breathing a little, has come again the next attack. Sarmapala could only curl and jump dodging every opponent's attack. But until the passing of five moves, Rakawigirang has not touched the end of his weapon to the body of Sarmapala. Sarmapala's movements were really quick to twitch avoiding any more dangerous back-to-back attacks.

But after the passing of ten moves, it looks like Sarmapala began to be desperate. Several times had to fall awake avoiding the opponent's weapon that almost stabbed his body. Rakawigirang really did not give the opponent a chance to breathe. He pressed on with his death-strings.

Bret down!

Suddenly the tip of Rakawigirang's weapon managed to tear Sarmapala's shirt. Not to surprise the young man. Quickly he jumped high into the air, and drew his sword.

"Good! I'd rather kill an opponent without holding a gun!" rakawigirang.

Sarmapala refused to use weapons. But because the opponent's attacks are very dangerous, it must also be issued weapons. Inevitably he had to endure the embarrassment of having underestimated the opponent earlier.

The fight is starting to balance. Sarmapala no longer had to fall awake avoiding attacks. Even now his attacks seem violent. Twenty steps passed in a moment. But so far no one has looked desperate.

"Review head!" shouts Sarmapala suddenly. He quickly thrust his sword towards the opponent's head. So fast the sabetage of Sarmapala sword makes Rakawigirang have no other choice. He quickly picked up one of his weapons to protect his head.

Trang!

Two guns clashed so hard that they caused a spark. Rakawigirang's hands to the point of shaking violently. Not to mention the loss of his shock suddenly Sarmapala turned his sword and...

Bret down!

"Akh!" Rakawigirang stifled.

Blood poured from a torn stomach scratched the tip of Sarmapala's sword. Quickly Rakawigirang jumped two fathoms to the back. He grimaced with the pain that slashed his stomach. Blood continued to seep down his clothes.

"Damn it!" furious Rakawigirang.

"Against Gusti Putri alone you can't afford, let alone fight me...?" Sarmapala.

Rakawigirang snorted furiously. After punching a few paths of blood around his stomach, he again attacked ferociously. Sarmapala is no longer happy. Rakawigirang with his deadly sword moves. The fight back is on.

Right in his fiftieth style, Sarmapala changed his nurse. Drawn his sword to the side, as if giving the opponent freedom to stab his empty body. This is used by Rakawigirang who is already wrapped in anger.

He quickly stabbed both weapons into his stomach and chest. Everyone saw it would have thought Sarmapala had deliberately killed himself by opening up his defense. But what happens next?

Trang! Trang!

Just when the edges of Rakawigirang's weapon almost reached the target, suddenly Sarmapala pulled his body back. In that backward state, Sarmapala's hand that was originally stretched out, suddenly moved quickly to point his sword from the bottom up.

"Akh" cried Rakawigirang surprised

Rakawigirang could not pull his weapon again. Freely Sarmapala retraced the two three-branched short spear guns were blown into the air. Not to mention the loss of his shock, as fast as lightning Sarmapala made half a turn on his sword. And....

"Yes...!" Rakawigirang shrieked

The tip of the sword Sarmapala managed to penetrate right through Rakawigirang chest until penetrating to the back. While grunting, Sarmapala swung his legs kicking the body of the opponent who had been pierced by the sword. Rakawigirang was thrown backwards along with the pull of a sword out of his body. Fresh blood spurted from Rakawigirang's body.

Rakawigirang sprawled lifeless again. Sarmapala stood upright staring at the body of his opponent who had become a corpse. After cleaning the sword's eyes from the bloodstains, the sword was inserted into its sheath on its back.

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Sarmapala stepped lightly. His eyes looked around. He knew very well that around him hid martial jungle figures from both black and white groups. And they must have witnessed the fight. But it seems Sarmapala doesn't care. His steps continued to swing towards the Prohibition Goa.

But just as his feet stepped around the three spears, suddenly in front of him slid a green-colored shadow, which then stopped in front of him. It turned out that the shadow was the Green Klabang who had stood haunted with a defiant attitude.

"It is not yet time for you to step there, son of the devil," said Klabang Green coldly.

"Hm, apparently Klabang Hijau is still curious" murmured Sarmapala.

"I'm not satisfied if I haven't broken your neck!"

"Please if you can."

"Prepare to die, son of the devil! My grandson's disfigured spirit isn't satisfied that you haven't**** in my hands!"

After saying so, Klabang Hijau immediately mobilized aji Kala Wisa. Sarmapala was sure that his opponent this time did not play around anymore to use his magic. So he did not underestimate, immediately prepared aji Guntur Geni, a pretty terrible study.

Two people have personal problems are ready with the science of magic each. And actually Klabang Hijau to Bukit Batok is only to meet Sarmapala. Green Klabang knows very well that this one human is very crazy about heirlooms that have high strength. In addition, Sarmapala also likes to study the magic sciences. No wonder he always abandoned his duties as the head of the royal army just because he wanted to fulfill his ambitions.

Klabang Hijau has never been interested in Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru. He knew that the heirloom belonged to Eyang Resi Suralaga who died a few years ago. Klabang Hijau also knew that the late figure had a granddaughter and a male student who was appointed as his grandson. So it is certain that Cupu Manik Tunjung Biru must fall into the hands of his grandchildren as the rightful heir.

"Aji 'Kala Wisa'!"

"Aji 'Thunder Geni'!"

Two loud screams sounded almost simultaneously in time, followed by the darting of two bodies complete with each devotion. The Green Klabang slid down heavily with both palms open forward. Sarmapala jumped with both hands clenched forward. At one point in the air, two pairs of hands meet.

Blars!

Loud explosions followed the dispersal of colorful sparks in all directions. He rolled a few spears.

Meanwhile Sarmapala was no less distant bouncing. His back hit a big rock to shatter into pieces. Dust billowed from the crushed rock. Sarmapala lay among the rocks that scattered his body. From the mouth, nose, and ears came out blackish viscous blood. Slowly, he tried to stand up. But it had just woken up a little, from its mouth back spewing blackish viscous blood. Sarmapala tried to sit down, and immediately took a meditative stance.

The other is with Green Clabang. After rolling on the ground several times, he quickly immediately took a meditated position. From the corner of his lips also flowed blackish viscous blood. But the situation is not as bad as Sarmapala.

By channeling mummy air throughout the body, soon the energy of Klabang Hijau has recovered. Still in a cross-legged position, his body lifted up and moved forward toward Sarmapala who had opened his eyes.

"Get and!" grunts Sarmapala when his opponent has returned to attack with a cross-legged position.

Quickly pulled his left hand up, then slowly descended, his right hand crossed over the chest with the palm open. Slowly his body also rose.

Wush!

The Green Branch clasped its two hands forward when the distance to Sarmapala was near. And along with that, Sarmapala pushed his two palms forward. Back two pairs of themed palms But this time not accompanied by an explosion. They both push the meeting. Their bodies were also as far as the arrows above the ground.

Changes began to appear on the faces of the two men. So tense. White smoke billowed from the tightly fused palms. The two bodies that were still floating on the ground were slowly moving around. The longer the round, the faster. What is seen now is only a rotating shadow at one point.

"Yes...!" suddenly there was a heartbreaking scream.

A moment later, it appeared that one body was bouncing from the rapidly spinning circle. It turned out to be Sarmapala's body. He fluttered for a moment, then remained motionless. His whole body was burning like it was burning.

While Klabang Hijau has been sitting on the ground still with a meditative attitude. His hands were tightly joined in front of his chest. Seen from the wrist to the palm is red like blood. A little while he meditated, until gradually the red color in his hand faded, and disappeared there once. Green Klabang opened his eyes, then took a deep breath for a while, and rose to his feet. His eyes could see the charred corpse of Sarmapala lying on the ground.

"Truly great aji Thunder Geri," muttered Klabang Green praising the devotion of his dead opponent.

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