School Swordsman

Farhan VS Peremen

Farhan had walked a few steps away from the place and was trying not to care about them.

but reflexively suddenly his steps stopped when he heard that he was a blower from Japan,

no matter what, he realized that his hand had picked up some stones and threw them at the person who was trying to humiliate the girl in public.

Farhan smiled stiffly as he realized his actions, whether it was due to fate or because it had something to do with the past, but he knew that this thing he was doing would be troublesome.

“Beched!”

The thug hit by a rock from him looked at Farhan with wrath and anger, his eyes reddened, but in his long thought he ran straight towards Farhan to avenge him,

Farhan analyzed the dangers, he knew that fighting them all when they were broken was a bad choice, because only thirty percent of his ability was equivalent to a white belt, but if Farhan ran, he could not predict what would happen to Linda, because they had already seen Farhan walking with Linda

Finally Farhan tried to remain calm against them by making the best use of the opportunity.

“Eat!”

Farhan shifted his head as a hand tried to punch him, with the speed he had, Farhan slammed his legs with a kick and ended with a hard hit of stone on the back of his neck.

They were all shocked to see the incident, The thugs did not expect that the person whose hand was injured could paralyze his friend in one breath, which they thought was definitely that the person died getting the consequences.

They all got angry and rose up against Farhan.

“Woi Tiny boy!, want to be a hero loe!”

“sorry yes!, but I hate heroes for coming late!”

“Badness!”

They all went up black to hear the answer that was trifling him, but there needed to be someone to ask again they all went forward around Farhan.

Farhan tried to keep his distance and look for a gap even though it was only as small as an upil, he realized that dealing with them using only one hand would be very difficult considering the number of about a dozen.

Attacking from behind trying to hug him, Farhan leapt back using the enemy's head as his pedestal, quickly slamming a stone in his hand towards the back of the head to the spur and making him unconscious.

Although the enemy had fallen one but he was still unable to breathe a sigh of relief, the two people from the right and left side tried to kick him, it was fortunate that Farhan had a good sixth sense instinct so he could notice.

He lowered his head and kicked the left leg with his two legs and made one hand as a pedestal in the hold, al result because the other leg was lifted because he wanted to kick Farhan but failed, that person became without a footing and landed with very wide legs, of course it would be very painful and painful, even his own legs felt could not be made to walk anymore.

After doing so Farhan tried to stand up as soon as possible and immediately hit his elbow towards the enemy on the right by spinning fast and giving a very Fatal demage.

"fortunately they are just ordinary people who do not train their bodies, because it will be troublesome if they are all warriors despite the white belt" he murmured who after seeing the person hit by the elbow was unconscious.

Farhan realized that if they were just ordinary people, because if a swordsman would not immediately faint after being exposed to the cold at most just vomiting. Farhan stared

they hope that the fight in the future will not happen anything.

Just now Farhan was hoping, but suddenly they took out a knife and machete from behind his clothes, making the atmosphere more creepy,

Farhan let out a long sigh and cursed to see all of them, finally he preferred to focus his fight because fighting nine people with one hand was not an easy thing, he said,

even the people who watched it from afar like a theater to hold their breath and hysterically see such conditions, not a few of them also called an ambulance because they thought he would definitely die, he said, this is strangely the people of today, there are fights like this they are all just on the watch.

Simultaneously they all advanced simultaneously, Farhan dodged the attack while walking backwards, even the spectators standing behind him also ran away.

Little by little Farhan managed to give a counterattack, unfortunately the attacks did not give a fatal effect to them so they always rise after being beaten.

The battle between them intensified, Farhan tried his best to avoid the knife attack that tried to tear him, until he was cornered and fell, seeing the golden opportunity that two of them did not waste it, he said, they swung their knives from top to bottom.

Farhan repelled the attack by using his hand on the Gip, fortunately his Gip was puffed so hard, that it only left a scratch mark on his Gip.

Although he was in a cornered condition, Farhan did not stay silent he observed the situation closely and jumped back until he finally stood close to a fairly hard iron pipe,

Farhan smiled slightly, he felt a sense of hope, one of them came forward and thrust his knife towards Farhan, farhan quickly caught his hand and slammed it into the iron pipe so hard that it bent and looked like it was coming off,

His feet were not wasted, he quickly and forcefully kicked the pipe until it finally came off and caught it.

“for a long time I did not use this, I hope I still have not forgotten” Farhan stared at them all while grasping the end of the pipe that was bent like a weapon.

“I hope you all haven't had breakfast, or will regret it” Farhan's cynical smile.

They all advanced in unison, Farhan now prefers to attack because he has a capable weapon, with his skills, he is able to evade and deflect all attacks given with his pipe, he said,

With a single blow, someone among them vomited because of the affected part of his stomach,

Farhan faced them with brutality, even some of them were hit by the head to bloody bruises, some of them sometimes also unconscious because of the hardness of the impact, finally with a short time he was able to turn things around.

Everyone who saw the incident was amazed, not expecting someone who would be expected to die would turn things around so quickly, just because with one weapon alone could reverse the flow of the fight, he said,

even among them there are those who regret for calling the services of gravediggers, and not a few of those who curse loudly because losing bets think Farhan will lose.

Actually, the silat that Farhan uses is also mixed with Kyokushin Karate technique, he made the pipe as Tonfa, this is actually also taught by his college, it's just that Farhan mixed in a few little moves from his Grandfather's education ten years ago.

All the thugs in that place were lying on the ground, most of them vomiting and unable to continue the fight.

Farhan took a deep breath to stabilize his lungs and heart, because his main obstacle was always stamina, he did so by kneeling one leg as he grew tired.

When Farhan thought his condition was under control suddenly one of them stood up and made the Japanese girl as a sandra, by hugging her from behind and pointing her knife towards the neck

Everyone held their breaths at the scene, as did Farhan who was looking at him coldly.