Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Prahara Girl Tumba Bag. 3

Rangga stood upright looking at the top of Mount Balakambang covered in fog. Behind him far looks Pasir Batang Rangga Village turned its head when it felt there were footsteps approaching. His lips smiled seeing that the Feather Saw had been sitting on the stone. Rangga.

"Is there something to think about?" ask Rangga.

"Yes," said Sawung Bulu sighing.

Rangga took a place beside Sawung Bulu. Together they looked at the top of Mount Balakambang. While at the foot of the slope, far below there looks the village of Pasir Batang which looks deserted like uninhabited.

"I don't understand why you helped me yesterday" Sawung Bulu muttered softly.

"I help, because you need to be helped" said Rangga at will.

"It shouldn't be me, but the villagers," Sawung Bulu looked towards Pasir Batang Village "It feels like I'd rather die than see the destruction of the people I love."

Rangga silently listened. Since he was brought here, this was the time when Sawung Bulu wanted to say. He was always moody, like something was being thought of. The warrior Rajawali Sakti knows what things Sawung Bulu thinks. Last night he got a lot of information, also this morning from some residents of Pasir Batang Village. At all Rangga did not expect Sawung Bulu who did not take into account the risks.

Who would want her lover to be made a sacrifice of the devil? It's just that Sawung Buhl's actions were rash and too indulgent young blood. Now everything has happened. The entire population of Pasir Batang Village is waiting for fate.

"I do not know whether they are demons that come from hell, or holy men who indulge in lust. They are so tough and hard to find a match for," Sawung Bulu sadly complained.

"They're ordinary humans who can die" Rangga said.

"You know them?" Sawung Bulu was a bit surprised.

"Yes, three of your opponents yesterday, have died" said Rangga without any intention of bragging.

"You killed them?" more surprised Sawung Bulu. His eyes crawled the face of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti like he did not believe in his hearing.

"Not me, but the Almighty is pleased" said Rangga.

"When did you kill them?" asked Sawung Bulu as if probing.

"Every night, in front of the village chief's house. But I'm late..."

"Slow, you mean?" cut Sawung Bulu in an anxious tone.

"They managed to kill no less than ten people."

"Then?"

"I spoke to Ki Brajananta, Ki Gandara, and a few others. It seemed that they all did indeed want to escape the clutches of the King of Gods Angkara."

"Well, if only the Almighty would give me strength. I was willing to sacrifice my life to set them free," cried Sawung Bulu.

Rangga just smiled, then got up. His feet swung towards Pasir Batang Village.

"Where are you going?" tanya Sawung Bulu's.

Rangga simply pointed towards the village without answering.

"I'm coming!" Sawung Bulu rushed over.

"It's better to stay here for a while," prevent Rangga.

"I'm not a coward who can only hide!" hum Sawung Bulu.

"I'm not saying you're a coward. But this is for the safety and security of everyone you love."

Actually Sawung Bulu wanted to insist, but soon undone his intentions. He believed that the young man who was the same age as him was not a random person. The proof, three men of King God Angkara had been killed in just one night.

"Who are you really?" asked Sawung Bulu so curious.

"I, Pendekar Rajawali Sakti," said Rangga.

As soon as he answered, he chanted. Suddenly it had vanished from the sight of Sawung Bulu Of course this young man was looking around. In the day, he greatly admired the science of lightening the body of the perfect Swordsman Rajawali Sakti.

"Broker Rajawali Sakti..," Sawung Bulu muttered calling the name several times.

He sat back on the rock. His lips still muttered the name of Pendekar Rajawali Sakti. He seemed to be remembering that name. Yes, the name he had heard from Ki Gandara. Also some jungle figures from the white people who often come to Padepokan Pasir Batang. The name of Pendekar Rajawali Sakti has always been touted as a young swordsman who is very high in magic.

"Is he really Rajawali Sakti's Swordsman?" Sawung Bulu asked himself.

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In the main pendopo room Padepokan Pasir Batang, Ki Gandara was talking with Sangkala. Some of the disciples were seen guarding with unsheathed weapons. It has been two days Ki Gandara ordered his students to always be alert around the paddle.

"You didn't see the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti today, Sangkala?" ask Ki Gandara.

"So morning I still see it, but until this afternoon it is not visible anymore" said Sangkala.

"How is the village?"

"There hasn't been anything. But Ki Brajananta seems to be constantly agitated."

"Yes, I myself am also restless," Ki Gandara admitted frankly.

"Ki...."

"Hm, what's wrong?"

"Is the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti capable of facing the King of Gods Angkara?" asked Sangkala hesitating his tone.

Ki Gandara did not immediately reply. His eyes were blankly staring straight ahead, towards the top of Mount Balakambang. It is too risky to rely only on the big name Pendekar Rajawali Sakti. He had just heard his name. Have not seen directly the football lunge facing the character of the black flow of magic. Indeed last night the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti has proven by knocking down three people from the King of Gods Angkara. But it was just his accomplice.

Ki Gandara himself may also be able to deal with it. Even Sangkala can still match. So it has not been a guarantee that the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti is able to defeat the King of Gods Angkara.

"I'm sorry, if my words make me sad," said Sangkala felt bad also saw Ki Gandara turned moody.

"No... Your words have a point too. We are indeed impossible to rely entirely on the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. The King of Gods Angkara is difficult to measure the level of intelligence. Ten years have been put his nails to control all the villages on the slopes of Mount Balakambang, without anyone who can stop his actions."

Sangkala crawled around it. His eyes were immediately glued to the top of Mount Balakambang.

"There have been many white forest leaders trying to eradicate them, but until now nothing has worked. Even they only remain his name," Ki Gandara continued. "You remember the events in Kenanga Village, Sangkala?"

"Yes, Ki" Sangkala said slowly.

"Not less than ten martial artists helped, but they were all killed at the hands of the King of Gods Angkara. Also the Golden Mermaid Swordsman, who was actually a level above me was killed."

Sangkala. It is difficult to measure the level of intelligence of the King of Gods Angkara. He could understand why Ki Gandara was so upset. Surely he had realized that he could not possibly match the devotion of the King of Gods Angkara.

At the moment they were silent, suddenly there were shrill cries from the Eastern part of the paddle. Ki Gandara immediately jumped while exerting knowledge to relieve the body. In an instant, he was already outside the pendopo. Sangkala.

"King of the Gods Angkara.," Ki Gandara sighed when he saw his disciples fighting against about ten people dressed in all black.

In a short time, the disciples of Pasir Batang Padepokan had already donated a blood bath. Seeing this reality, Sangkala immediately jumped while deflating his inner energy. His movements were light, in a flash he had plunged into a fight. Sangkala did not hesitate anymore to pull out his sword, lunging at the people of King God Angkara.

As soon as Sangkala entered the arena, one of them immediately confronted him. Sangkala had to face it. His sword flashed rapidly accompanied by deep exertion. Sangkala is an expert in swordsmanship. Especially when issued the mainstay sword moves. The silver sword that became proud like no one else that only appeared to be a silvery ray shut the opponent.

Trang! Trang!

Several times Sangkala's sword clashed with his opponent's black spear, so his hand felt like a tingling sensation. Sangkala realized that his inner power is still below the opponent. Realizing this, he tried not to clash weapons often.

Meanwhile, the casualties of the students of Padepokan Pasir Batang have been many. Ki Brajananta is currently facing two opponents. Sangkala could no longer turn her attention to the others. The opponent's attacks felt even more intense Even the strikes of his spear was hot stinging the skin.

The tip of the spear passed as far as a few strands of hair in front of the chest. What a wind that the spear was. Sangkala to move backwards two actions pushed the wind of the spear strike. So hard and hot the wind

Trang!

Sangkala was forced to cut through the spear tip that so quickly turned around after his first attack failed. Again Sangkala was pushed back two acts to the back. His fingers felt stiff for a moment. His sword had almost slipped out of his grasp.

"Damn it!" grunts Sangkala when he knows his sword eye gompal. Sangkala's shock had not yet disappeared, suddenly the opponent's spear tip had returned to his chest. He immediately tilted his body, but it was too late.

Cras...!

It was unexpected at all that the man turned his spear and managed to injure Sangkala's left shoulder. The blood coming out of the torn shoulder was quite deep and wide. Sangkala grimaced in pain, then quickly jumped as far as two more spears. His fingers immediately pierced a few paths of blood on his shoulders As soon as also the blood stopped flowing.

"He. he... The gates of hell are open for you, buddy," the man chuckled.

"Don't big head first, devil!" dengus Sangkala growled. "I can still take your life!"

"Micus has entered the trap still can act!"

"Receive My 'Dragon's Sword Tail, '" Sangkala snapped in a huff.

After saying so, Sangkala quickly jumped up while shouting loudly. His sword again flashed faster The whistling sound was heard from each of his sword prowess. Sangkala's sword tip was like a dragon's tail that wrath was disturbed by its calmness. In deflating all his inner energy to match the energy in the opponent.

But all the devastating and deadly Sangkala attacks, brought no results at all. Even suddenly the opponent's leg managed to land on his chest. Sangkala is back. His chest suddenly tightened, his breathing stinged. His eyes were twitching.

"Because of you, hiyaaa..!" the man shouted loudly.

Sangkala who was in a difficult position, was no longer able to avoid the spear tip that came rushing towards his chest. He resigned if he had to die on the tip of the black spear, but the tip of the spear almost touched his skin, suddenly...

Trang!

A glimmer of dazzling blue light struck the black spear. Sangkala bought in shock, when he saw the spear was suddenly cut in two. His shock had not yet disappeared as suddenly as the person who became his opponent was strung behind several spear rods away. Followed by the appearance of a shadow, accompanied by a flash of blue light blinding the eyes.

Cras!

Without making another sound, the man in black clothes collapsed with his head separated from his body. The shadow did not stop. He flashed with flashes of blue light directed at the people dressed in all black. It was terrible, every flick of blue light flashed, immediately one opponent fell down to take a bath of blood. Die.

Ki Gandara quickly jumped back from the fighting scene.he had already managed to knock down two opponents. The old man who still looked handsome immediately approached Sangkala.

"Retreat!" yelled Ki Gandara loudly.

Instantly also the disciples of Pasir Batang Padepokan leaped backwards. But some of them who did not have time to retreat, toppled pierced by a black spear. Ki Gandara held back the indignation of seeing more and half of his students die in bed.

Meanwhile, the shadow that always followed the greatness of the blue light, regardless of the cry of Ki Gandara. He kept on fighting for his life. Now the people dressed in all black are only five people. They tightly shut the shadow. But the shadow was still not clearly visible either. His entire body was like covered in blue rays that occasionally struck the opponent.

"Leave this place, hurry!"

Suddenly a loud voice sounded. Instantly, five people dressed in all black were escaping from the Padepokan Pasir Batang. But one of them has to accept fate. He apparently ran away too late. That dazzling blue light very quickly hit him. And with one slashing cry, the person fell down with his chest split wide. He briefly laid his life on the ground, then remained motionless.

Along with that, the blue light disappeared. Then followed by the appearance of a body figure dressed in a vest standing near the last corpse. Warm blood was still coming out from the chest of the corpse that was split almost straight.

"Broker Rajawali Sakti.." sighed Ki Gandara.

Rushing the great teacher Padepokan Pasir Batang approached, followed by Sangkala from behind. Sangkala's right hand had a wound on his left shoulder. The blood came back out, because the tootokan that was only temporary had not worked anymore.

"How did you hurt, Sangkala?" asked Rangga while watching the wound on Sangkala's left shoulder.

"Only external wounds" Sangkala said.

Rangga aka Pendekar Rajawali Sakti approaching. His hands stretched out and clasped the wounded shoulder. Then his lips smiled as he pulled his hand again

"Only ordinary wounds," said Rangga.

"Thank you" said Sangkala. "If you're not quick to help, maybe I'll just stay by name."

Rangga just smiled. Then one of the corpses was dressed in black. He squatted down, then his hands snatched away the cut cloth that covered the entire face of that person. A beautiful face looks white again on the face of a woman.

Rajawali Sakti breeder became curious. The second body was approached, and the mask was taken away. Back look the face of a beautiful woman with hair rolled neatly. Ki Gandara, who was also curious, took off the other black masks. Clearly, these six people were all dressed in black, all of them women.

"What does all this mean?" asked Sangkala could not hide his surprise and hers.

Really no one expected that the people of King God Angkara was a beautiful woman in Sangkala who had only had time to fight with one person, now really amazed. It is unexpected that he was almost killed by a young woman hidden behind a black cloth mask.

Suddenly suddenly jerked. He had heard his opponent's voice earlier. Really stupid can't distinguish a male voice from a female voice. But.., what he heard earlier was indeed a male voice. Not the voice of a woman. Do these women have the knowledge to deceive the voice?

"Unfortunately no one is alive" muttered Ki Gandara.

"I'm sorry, I'm too sick to see their cruelty" Rangga said.

"It's okay. It is appropriate that they die" Ki Gandara said.

Ki Gandara immediately ordered his disciples to bury the corpses. Although in a state of exhaustion, no one denied the order. Soon the remaining disciples of Pasir Batang Padepokan, carried out the orders of his master teacher. Ki Gandara invited Rangga kependopo, while Sangkala asked permission to treat his injuries. Rangga's steps stopped in front of the main pendopo. Behind his body, directly staring towards the top of Mount Balakambang. Ki Gandara also stopped and turned around. His eyes also led to the top of the mountain which was always shrouded in thick fog.

"On that mountain the King of Gods Angkara built his palace" Ki Gandara half muttered.

"Have anyone been there?" ask Rangga.

"No one has been able to reach. There have been some warriors trying to get there, but they always die before they reach their destination."

"Hmmm..," Rangga muttered indistinctly.

"The King of Gods Angkara has people with a fairly high head. The mountain was always guarded. No one can return after trying to get there" Ki Gandara explained.

"I'll try to get there" said Rangga.

"Well, don't. Too dangerous for you" Ki Gandara tried to prevent.

"To put down evil, it must reach its roots, Ki. I can't just wait here, waiting for useless worms."

"I don't mean to underestimate you. But think ripe to go there."

Rangga smiled thinly. There is another tone in the words of Ki Gandara. However, this old man felt responsible for the safety of the entire Pasir Batang Village. Rangga can catch the meaning of the word. Indeed, in times like this it is impossible for Rangga to leave Pasir Batang Village. At times the people of the King of Gods Angkara can destroy the entire village. When is the time, it is not expected.

Slowly the feet of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti swung towards the gate of the padepokan. He kept walking through the wide open door. His mind was filled with problems that were facing the entire population of Pasir Batang Village. A problem that is not easily faced. Outside the padepokan, Rangga stepped towards the main road of this village. Padepokan Pasir Batang is in the middle of the village. Not far from here, I saw the house of the village chief who was always guarded by some students. Rangga crawled the surrounding state that looked desolate.

Suddenly his eyes caught a shadow slipping between the houses and the trees. As fast as lightning, the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti jumped while exerting the knowledge of body lightening chasing the shadow. His eyes that were as sharp as those of an eagle, could still see the shadow disappearing behind a house.

While the twilight continues to creep further and further. The surrounding situation is dimly lit Night is soon approaching. Rangga's body floated lightly on the roof of the house where the shadow had disappeared. It was so light that there was not the slightest sound heard as his feet perched on the roof of the house.

"Hm. he's headed for the diner," Rangga muttered inwardly.

His eyes still caught the shadow. Soon he shot from the roof of one house to the roof of another. So fast, that the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti in an instant had perched on the roof of the tavern. While the shadow that followed was still flashing towards Rangga who was hiding.

"Wratama..," murmured Rangga again in the heart.

In the darkness, however, the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti is very able to recognize the shadow that has been followed since. The shadow belonged to Wratama. The movement is quite light and fast. It seems he has a fairly high body science.

Rangga is still perched on the roof even though Wratama has entered this restaurant. Rangga immediately mobilized the science of 'Sound-Beverage' which was directed directly into the tavern. This shop is apparently at once used as the only lodging house in Pasir Batang Village. What can Rangga hear?

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