School Swordsman

Iron Fist

The atmosphere in that place had become increasingly tense, there had been almost hundreds of moves they had fought each other since fifteen minutes of the fight,

although the enemy was wounded and deprived of blood, Farhan was still unable to take him down,

even those who have reached a high level in the martial world can still feel overwhelmed against their enemies.

Farhan began to regret his daily routine, why every day his time is mostly used to play games and nolep all day in the room, he said,

if only every day he had a routine of increasing stamina such as push-ups a hundred times, squad jumps a hundred times, sit-ups a hundred times, and running for ten kilo meters is definitely not going to be this late.

He could only hope that the enemy's consciousness would quickly be snatched away because of his blood flowing without stopping.

On the other hand, the robber chief was already increasingly cornered by Farhan, not because Farhan was an opponent he could not fight, but this was all because of the difficulty he maintained his consciousness at this time, even standing up was already a miracle to him, Finally he tried to focus his goal on escaping.

“Sial! I can't be much longer.” Now he put up the horses trying to use his flagship attack.

The Chief Robber took a deep breath before trying to attack Farhan directly,

Farhan who saw the situation getting harder to control ended up also trying to give up all his energy to the final blow

“actually this style is not perfect, maybe the effect is only below five percent, but I think it is enough to stop people who have been injured like he”.

he closed his eyes while taking a deep breath and putting up the horses, all the energy accumulated on his entire body was channeled to his right hand,

Farhan tried to maintain that power while waiting for the right momentum to release it.

While his enemy was advancing trying to attack Farhan, Farhan gouged his enemy with a slight bow and immediately blew his punch right into his chest.

“Boxing Iron”

Instantly his enemy was bounced away to the wall until the wall was destroyed, let alone the wall was destroyed, even the wind that fell from the blow was able to make the clothespipe dry.

The thug vomited blood instantly, he felt like his organs were shifting, due to the intense pain to the point that he felt numbness all over his body, slowly his gaze started to darken and unconscious.

“I don't know if this style is good or not”

On the other hand Farhan also felt the effect of his nurse, he held his hand yang feel messy on the inside, apparently this style is like a double-edged sword, which is able to make the bones crushed into ash when using it, mana,

luckily Farhan used it in very small amounts, even smaller than the upils, but still he had to accept the effect, his bones were broken and could not use his hands anymore, luckily, the enemy had lost consciousness so there was nothing else to worry about.

Not long after the incident dozens of people wearing black jackets with black bear symbol on his back entered the room, Farhan who knew it could only smile bitterly. “ this is why I hate Pahlawan”

“Young master!, is young master okay!” ask them in unison

“Anjim plate!” farhan replied a little annoyed.

Of course, all of them are members of the black bear who is the guardian of this region and also a subordinate of his father, who is the guardian of this region,

Seeing the condition of Farhan's swollen hands they could only let out a breath and bow themselves, how about it again, the rice had become porridge, and the, in addition, they also need time to gather members as well as walk here.

And sure enough he was the younger brother of his father Farhan who at once led them and taught them including Farhan martial arts, especially pencak silat,

Aunt Sarah's name, although she is relatively old but she is still at home singles, but strangely either because she ate the wrong drug or how, her body still looks smooth, beautiful, and young, she said, like a 24-year-old,

even from the way he dressed he was like ABG with a jacket

the thick tight clasp is removed along with its tight interior so that its large chest is also visible pres body.

“this wound! I told you, don't use that style before you master the power in a bachelor!” said the woman after watching Farhan's hand.

Farhan could only shake– shook his head with a sigh, he only thought about what would happen if he did not let go of that stance,

“sorry Aunt! He was very troublesome because he mastered systema”

“what's system? Not that it's the martial art of the Korean army!, and I don't think many people in Indonesia master it because it is not popular here.”

“that's why tan!, I also feel strange" Farhan replied as he stood up, he felt his task was done and let the headquarters alone take care of him, but before he left he was prevented by his Tantenya.

“Wait! I told you to call me brother!” he replied annoyed as he reached out to Farhan's ears slowly.

“boiled! Don't be so smart! Inget age woi! Even calling you Auntie is a compliment!” farhan replied struggling while releasing his jewel.

Aunty Sarah can only frown with the answer, even her own mouth until manyun, actually this has become their routine so that it becomes a natural thing, he said, but it is different if the one who calls him is another person or his men, even his own girlfriend runs away from him because of hit if he calls him that.

“keep going!”, shouldn't a broken bachelor bone in a gip first! said Aunt Sarah attentively,

“i still have work!  Take it easy I will take care of it in the sangkal putung, the rest I leave to you!” replied Farhan who had started to leave them.

Aunt Sarah just shook her head and she gave orders to her men.

“you guys clean this place up! Leave them all in front of the police station, and take all the treasures of these robbers who were in the car.”

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Farhan holds her swollen hand while walking to Linda's place, knowing Farhan's condition was badly injured after entering her shop Linda began to panic.

“what happened to your hand!”

“nothing, just a broken bone, can you call Lisa” sister

“broken bones are okay! Let's go into the living room, let me call Sister Lisa!”

Farhan nodded slowly, then Linda left him in a hurry to where her brother was in the back house.

Now Farhan walked towards the living room while reimagining his sense of nonstalgia.

“I hope the nudge nak Lisa this time can be a little smoother”