Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Devil Valley Skull bag 7

Dusk has crept into night. Cold air. The wind was blowing a little. The cold night air becomes imperceptible in a room that is brightly lit by the light of a torch. A restaurant that has been full of people from various groups each on his desk.

In one of the dim corners, Rangga sat facing a small table. There was only a wine jar on his desk. His eyes were always watching the people coming in and out of this diner. In this shop there are also rooms to stay.

Rangga's eyes were pounded on one of the tables far in front of him. Saka Lintang sat in a circle of four men. Rangga did not know that the four men were from the black faction. They were Kalinga, or nicknamed the Red-Eyed Eagle Grandfather. Sitting next to him was Kala Srenggi. To the right of Saka Lintang sat a woman with a manor dress up, exactly a clown. The woman was nicknamed the Goddess Asmara Dara. Actually this woman is beautiful. His body is also tempting. Because of her excessive grooming, this woman becomes less sympathetic. Then another old woman. Her white hair rolled up. Her hair was allowed to fall. Although his skin has been wrinkled, but the look of his eyes still keeps the firmness. She is nicknamed the Goddess of the Straw, because her thin body is dry like a bone wrapped in skin.

The shop is calm. Everyone enjoyed the meal while making a joke. But this calmness suddenly disappeared, when a man was overwhelmed with a blood-sounding body. The man approached the table of Saka Lintang.

"Hey! What's up?" Pekik Saka Lintang.

"White Lotus..," The man did not continue his sentence. He has collapsed lifelessly.

Not to mention the loss of surprise, suddenly from the door appeared people dressed all in white with a lotus flower embroidered on the chest. Even some people emerged from the roof of this room. All of them were no more than twenty.

Some of the visitors immediately rushed out to save themselves. The situation in the diner was getting hot and tense. Saka Lintang immediately stood up followed by the others.

"You guys come right away making trouble. What do you mean?" cold voice Saka Lintang. His eyes stared intently at the person standing at the front.

"We want to avenge the death of our brothers!" The man who stands at the front.

"Pragola, why didn't Pasopati come here?!" Dengus Dewi Asmara Dara.

"My teacher is too holy to face you, wild woman!" Sahut Pragola cynic.

Red extinguished the face of Dewi Asmara Dara. It is no secret that between him and Begawan Pasopati had a romantic relationship many tens of years ago, when they were teenagers. Now they are hostile. Dewi Asmara Dara who was once named Sutiragen is not a good girl.

At a young age, Sutiragen has experienced dealing with men. Of course Pasopati was disappointed after knowing the behavior of Sutiragen. Pasopati itself has been trying to kill Sutiragen's parents because they feel cheated. Both Sutiragen's parents had framed him for marrying Sutiragen who was found to have been pregnant.

From that event the seeds of hostility thrived. They have sworn to destroy all their descendants. So they did not remarry until now. Sutiragen himself grew wild, especially after he got the cleaver of a powerful old hermit. Perhaps his brain had indeed been possessed by a demon, Sutiragen who had originally promised to live well, had slain the hermit cunningly after he had mastered all his knowledge.

"A cocky boy! You know who you're dealing with!" The Goddess Asmara Dara.

"The selfless granny who feels young!" Pragola Eject.

Dewi Asmara Dara can no longer master his anger which culminates into the crown. He quickly jumped and hit Pragola. The young man twitched a little, even floating his feet into the stomach of Goddess Asmara Dara.

"ugly monkey!" rungul Dewi Asmara Dara while bouncing his body avoid Pragola's follow-up kick. The overflowing anger makes Dewi Asmara Dara so off guard.

Despite being young, Pragola cannot be taken lightly. His science was already almost on par with his own teacher. It took him a long time to perfect it. Pragola moves are very powerful and difficult to guess the direction, making the opponent must be careful to deal with it.

The opponent Pragola faced was not an arbitrary figure. He was a high-level figure who was already full of eating the salt acid of the persilatan jungle. Pragola knows who Goddess Asmara Dara is. Therefore, he served the opponent calmly and calculatingly.

"Review your head!" shouted Goddess Asmara Dara. Pragola ignored his opponent's warning. His hand that was fed with inner energy was released towards the opponent's stomach. And it's true, the scream was just a trick. The real target is the stomach.

"Lt!" Dewi Asmara Dara was aghast, quickly pulled his hand.

It is unexpected that Pragola knows the silat motion, so it can be guessed which direction it goes. Not lost his sense of wonder, suddenly Pragola attacked in a row. This woman is getting stifled. It quickly banged its body backwards one spear.

"If you're afraid, you better get out of the way!" Pragola.

"Have Pasopati come here! Let him know how to teach his students cherry-picked!" furious Dewi Asmara Dara or Sutiragen's.

"Don't take my teacher's name. I can still clean your mouth!" dengus Pragola was not happy that his teacher was insulted.

"Satanic boy! Accept attack!" scream Suti-ragen growled.

Wuuout!

With incredible speed, Sutiragen took out his weapon in the form of a blood red scarf. The end of the shawl immediately rolled like a dragon towards Pragola. Where Pragola dodged, it must have been the shawl chasing after him.

It's amazing that shawl. Tables, chairs, items around it were destroyed by the hit. Dewi Asmara Dara plays her fingers with agile making the scarf like it has a life. Pragola looks kewala-han facing the attack of Dewi Asmara Dara this time. He could only dodge and cross paths without being able to send out a counterattack.

"Notice his fingers, use a weapon, find the middle!"

Pragola was surprised to hear a whisper in his ear. He doesn't want to think long. Whoever it is would want to help. Pragola immediately passed his sword hanging at the waist.

Sreth!

This time he ignored the end of the shawl that targeted his body. His eyes looked at the fingers of the hand of Goddess Asmara Dara. Aye! The direction of the shawl can be known from the fingers that move agile. Pragola can easily avoid the tip of the joint without looking at it. Even his sword several times nearly slashed the shawl. But it seemed like he was slashing a very hard lump of rock.

"Don't waste energy! Focus on the midpoint!"

There was another whisper in Pragola's ear. The whisper confused him. He did not know which midpoint was meant. Pragola no longer slashed his sword on the red scarf that still threatened him. His eyes still can not be separated staring at the fingers of the hand of Dewi Asmara Dara. His brain continued to work to break the whisper intent earlier.

Suddenly Pragola shouted out loud. His body slid into the air. With incredible speed, he swooped right in the middle of the shawl. Dewi Asmara Dara was surprised, quickly pulled his shawl. Too late! The tip of Pragola's sword had slashed right in the middle of the red scarf.

"Damn it!" so Dewi Asmara Dara saw her navel shawl cut into two.

Dewi Asmara Dara dumped her shawl. He immediately moved his hand, expanding to the side. Then with a quick movement, both hands crossed in front of his face.

Pragola surprised. Suddenly, the eyes of Dewi Asmara Dara turned red. Not lost his surprise from the eyes that glided a beam of red light towards him. Pragola quickly dodged. One more beam of light was forced to be repelled with a sword.

The truck!

The pragola was thrown as far as two spears. His sword broke into two pieces. Unable to wake up, two beams of red light again attacked him. Pragola quickly rolled his body to the side. The red light hit the food shop floor. A thunderous sound was heard accompanied by the hollow of the hard floor.

"Dead me!" dengus Pragola's. He knew that Asmara Dara had learned the 'Thousand Eyes of the Goddess'. Science is very rarely used flagship Asmara Dara. The anger that peaked because his flagship scarf broke off lured him to bring out the science of 'Thousand Eyes of the Goddess'.

"Don't panic!" There was another whisper in Pragola's ear. "Avoid the look in his eyes. Use the science of body lightening, rotate his body.

Pragola immediately got up and ran around the body of Dewi Asmara Dara using the science of body lightening. Of course Dewi Asmara Dara became a club. The red light is always about the empty place. Some of the people who were still in the tavern immediately stepped aside, avoiding the impossible red light straying onto their bodies.

"Use a small weapon, point it at the foot," a subtle whisper came back.

Pragola confusion. He did not have any secret weapons either. His teacher never used a secret weapon. According to his teacher, secret weapons were only used by tele-ngas-hearted and cunning people. They do not deserve to be called warriors.

When his brain thought hard, his eyes suddenly caught the ruins of the table and chair. His lips immediately smiled. While continuing to direct the inner energy and science of body lightening, Pragola grabbed a few pieces of wood. Squeeze the piece of wood into pieces.

Meanwhile, Dewi Asmara Dara is getting furious because every attack is always spared. Every time he forced Pragola to look him in the eye, the young man always turned his face away. Dewi Asmara Dara is increasingly difficult because the influence of the science of 'Thousand Eyes of Goddess' does not affect Pragola.

"Foot!" yell Pragola suddenly.

Dewi Asmara Dara was shocked. The little wood flew towards his feet.

"Devil strip! Monkey butt!" Dewi Asmara Dara cursed out.

The little timbers that Pragola threw with exertion kept the woman busy jumping to and fro. Moreover, Pragola threw it while running around his body. Dewi Asmara Dara's concentration is split.

At the time Dewi Asmara Dara was bothered with the attack, suddenly slid a red shadow holding Pragola's running direction. Instantly the small wood that was thrown at the foot of Dewi Asmara Dara stopped along with the cessation of Pragola running. In front of the youngster was already standing a red-robed old geezer.

"Grandfather Red Eagle Eyes!" snapped Pragola riled up "You broke the rules!"

"He he he...! There was no rule in the martial jungle," the Red-Eyed Eagle-eyed Grandfather chuckled with a grin. His red eyes were like eagle eyes staring at Pragola.

"Let me face this self-knowing old man, Kakang!"

Suddenly a young man jumped into the middle of the fighting arena. A young man of white skin and slender stature. The lines of manhood are clearly drawn on the smooth and handsome look of the face.

"Be careful Brother Barada, this person is very cruel and powerful" Pragola reminded.

"You go, old man!" barada exclaimed loudly and calmly. As calm as attitude.

"He he he.... The kid yesterday afternoon wanted to challenge me. Does the White Lotus not have a mainstay whiz so send a smelly child here. Red Eyed Eagle Grandfather sneered.

"White Lotus doesn't have to take out its heroes to eradicate the Skull Banner!" Quiet and gentle Barada's voice, yet painful in the ear.

"A cocky boy! Don't regret that I taught you a lesson!" Grumpy Grandpa Red Eyed Eagle.

"Please if you can!"

"Damn! ****** you!"

The battle between the Eagle-Eyed Red Grandfather and the Barada was fierce. Each uses a high level of silat. Pragola was busy again serving Dewi Asmara Dara. On the other hand, Kala Srenggi, and Goddess Jerangkong had also beaten the other White Lotus people.

The restaurant turned into a battleground. It does seem unbalanced. Twenty of the White Lotus against four men from the Tengko-rak Panji. But those four people were not random people. Even now it looks like two members of the White Lotus have fallen. His head was crushed to the beat of the staff of the Goddess Jerangkong.

Another collapsed in the hands of Kala Srenggi. Then follow one after another. The pragola that saw the incident could do nothing. He himself was busy holding the onslaught of Dewi Asmara Dara. The woman was very eager to quickly kill her opponent. He felt humiliated by Pragola in public.

"Hold it!"

Suddenly the sound rattled out like lightning in broad daylight. The battle stopped. The White Lotus members are only six people. Bodies are everywhere. The splattered blood spread a fishy smell piercing the nose.

All eyes were immediately directed at Rangga who was sitting quietly in the corner. His hands were toying with wine jugs. The song is indifferent to the atmosphere of the diner that is messy due to the fight of the two groups.

"Foreigners! How dare you interfere in our affairs!" Bentak Dewi Asmara Dara.

Like the person****, Rangga dizzy looking for something. Slowly he got up and walked over the corpses that were strewn about. His head was shaking with his mouth chafing like astonishment.

"Ck ck ck.., what a pity. The only life is thrown away for free" muttered Rangga.

Rangga stopped stepping when in front of him stood facing the Eagle-eyed Red Grandpa. Rangga observed the fingers of the old grandfather's hand which was full of blood.

"Why Grandpa's hand? The wound?" Ask Rangga like a child.

"My hand injury can be treated by your blood!" Grunts Kalingga or Red-Eyed Eagle-eyed Grandpa growled.

"Gee, great!" Rangga's voice while shaking his head.

"Baby, did you give me the clue?" Ask Pragola politely and gently. He felt certain that subtle whispers were coming from this young man.

"Ah, I was just talking to myself earlier," said Rangga.

"Damn! So you're the one helping this crazy kid!" Dengus Dewi Asmara Dara. His teeth were clenching and his hands clenched tightly.

"Who helped? Since then I have been sitting there," Sahut Rangga kalem.

"You must be ******!" The Goddess Asmara Dara.

After saying so Dewi Asmara Dara immediately jumped crashing with her mainstay style. Rangga only twitched a little by bending his body. The attack of Dewi Asmara Dara just menguenai empty wind.

Kala Srenggi, who recognized the styles of Dewi Asmara Dara, was amazed to see how Rangga avoided the attack. Feeling that the opponent only dodged without stepping even a little, Dewi Asmara beaver mingled in shame.

"Thank you my ultimate aji!" Shouted Goddess Asmara Dara.

Instantly all the hands of Dewi Asmara Dara reflected yellowish smoke, then as fast as lightning attacked Rangga. All eyes that looked holding their breath watched Rangga just calm down.

"Yepy...!" Dewi Asmara Dara shrieked loudly with both hands extended forward.

When the fingers of Dewi Asmara Dara's hand that reflected smoke right in front of Rangga's eyes, the young man just tilted his head slightly. By using the 'Kakar Rajawali' style on the back of Dewi Asmara Dara.

"Akh!" Dewi Asmara Dara strangled restrained. His body collapsed for a while and then collapsed not waking up again.

All eyes were wide open as if in disbelief. Just one move Dewi Asmara Dara has collapsed lifelessly! It is difficult to measure the height of this young man's science.

"Satanic boy! Tell me your name before I send you to hell!" Snapped Grandpa Red Eyed Eagle furiously.

"I'm Rajawali Sakti's Swordsman!" Reply Rangga. His voice was calm but echoed throughout the room.

"No way!" The Jerangkong Goddess's jolt while jumping forward.

All eyes looked at the old granny who was standing with her wand.

"Don't try to bully us by mentioning the name of the figure a hundred years ago!" Dengus Goddess Jerangkong.

"If you don't believe me, just look at him!" Rangga pointed to the corpse of Goddess Asmara who had a stiff stomach.

Goddess Jerangkong. The back of Goddess Asmara Dara is scorched! There were black scratches on the back that formed the claws of the eagle. Clearly, it was one of the lacing of the 'Kawali Claw' style'. And now the deadly style is owned by a young man who claimed to be the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti!

"How about, old Grandma? Believe it?"' Calm and quiet Rangga's voice.

"Imustahil..," muttered the Goddess of Straws while shaking her head.

It is not only the Goddess of the Straw that does not believe. The Eagle-Eyed Red Grandfather was too. These two old figures had heard of the lunge of Pende-kar Rajawali Sakti even though at that time they had not been born. The greatness and magic of the swordsman Raja-wali Sakti was once a byword everywhere. Everyone always expects its appearance in the event of riots and crime.

Now the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti reappears in the middle of a world of convulsions that shake. Is this a sign the Skull Banner will face stumbling?

"Goddess Jerangkong, let's face this stupid boy," cried Grandpa Red-Eyed Eagle or Kalinga.

After finishing his words, Kalingga immediately attacked Rangga with his death moves, followed by the Goddess Jerangkong with her mainstay moves.

Rangga's guts were not afraid at all to be ganged by the two powerful figures. He seemed to calm down to avoid devastating attacks and in a row. Rangga movements are fast and extraordinary so that it confuses the opponent. The attacks of the two powerful figures always found an empty place.

"Sorry!" Rangga kalem.

Simultaneously, Rangga's hands flashed rapidly and precisely landed on the chest of Goddess Jerangkong and Kalingga.

"Akh!" The Goddess of the Hornbills just complained quietly

"Ughhh!" The Eagle-Eyed Red Grandfather was moaning almost simultaneously.

Simultaneously the two figures' bodies collapsed and did not wrinkle anymore. On their chests was a black claw. The claws of an eagle. Once again Rangga managed to knock down two powerful figures at once in just one style.

Kala Srenggi whose heart had been shriveled secretly blurred when he saw the two powerful figures in just one style. Saka Lintang also did not see the trunk of his nose anymore. I don't know when he left.

"Thank you, Mister Swordsman has helped us," Pragola immediately honored Barada and the remaining four members of the White Lotus.

Rangga just smiled and patted Pragola on the shoulder.

"'Mr Swordsman is great. The banner of the Skull can definitely be quelled," Barada said with hope.

"May I know who are the brothers?" Ask Rangga who has been nicknamed Pendekar Rajawali Sakti.

"We were students of the White Lotus college. We were tasked with stemming the wild movements of the Skull Banner" Sahut Pragola explained.

"Who's the Skull Banner?" Ask Rangga again.

"Wild and evil hordes. They killed anyone who opposed them. There were already many black flow figures joining them. At present the Skull Banner can be said to be almost mastered the jungle martial," explained Pragola detailed. Since then he has been amazed by the prowess of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti.