
A pair of Red Eagles from the South began to pull out their weapons. Same with Grandpa and Grandma Sakti. The four of them were both already tightly grasping their mainstay weapons.
The moon is rising high. The light illuminates the earth under the darkness of the night. The sound of bat squeals began to reverberate furiously throughout the forest.
The fight has started again. This time, the inner power that was released was getting bigger again. Step by step passed. A pair of Red Eagles from the South continued to pound the Pair of Grandfathers and Grandmother Sakti with their whips and spears.
Both attacked brutally. The attacks given are also very difficult to avoid. Moreover, the whip belongs to the Red Eagle Male who is famous for its ferocious poison.
The whip was named the Eagle of Death, because the flail hit by the whip, if it did not have high intelligence, it could be ascertained that in thirty breaths they would die horribly.
That's why Grandpa Sakti always tries to avoid the thorny whip.
"Marr …"
"Marr …"
The sound of the Whip of the Death Eagle echoed, making the atmosphere around so silent. Even the night beast seemed to feel fear, especially in every stroke it stored a foul odor that was very stinging. The warriors watching were slightly away.
The whip was rotated overhead and then released towards Grandpa Sakti, the old man nimbly jumped here and there. He was trying to keep reaching as close a distance as possible. Because if the distance is close, he is sure that the Red Eagle Male will find it difficult. Another thing if you are in a long distance.
Slowly but surely, Grandpa Sakti began to successfully narrow his distance with the opponent. His sword he played with very fast movements. Unmitigated, Grandpa Sakti immediately pulled out his flagship sword style.
"The Mega Splitter …"
"Guard …"
The swirling cold wind began to snatch at the Red Bull Eagle. It is true that if in close range, the opponent has difficulty. And this is proven now.
Several times the sword belonging to Grandfather Sakti almost tore some points of the Red Eagle's body. Fortunately, he was able to avoid or deflect them properly. Do not call the Red Eagle Man if it can be defeated easily.
"The Deadly Whip Stripped the Storm …"
"Guard …"
"Marr …"
"Marr …"
Back the Male Red Eagle plays his whip with different movements. The whip was swirled over the head very quickly. Then it swung towards Grandpa Sakti with an unexpected movement.
Grandpa Sakti increased his vigilance, because he was sure that this style was the mainstay of the opponent. With great concentration, and with great conviction, he began to be able to reverse the situation.
His movements became slower. Sword games are like they are not rhythmic. Time goes on fast. Grandfather Sakti continued to pound the Red Eagle Male, a little more surely the opponent would not last long.
"Nrc …"
Grandpa Sakti was shocked. Two small star-shaped weapons shot towards him.
He then jumped to the back, as well as the Grandmother. The fight stopped again. The two pair of old figures were shocked by the presence of one old figure.
All the spectators who were there instantly felt being suppressed with invisible energy. Including Ling Zhi, only Cakra Buana still looked calm, although his heart trembled as well. He then noticed who was coming.
"South Beach Swordsman," exclaimed a pair of Grandparents and Grandmother Sakti a little surprised.
"Teacher .." said a pair of Red Eagles from the South in unison while saluting.
The South Beach Swordsman was an old figure, he was very famous in the South area. His strength should not be asked again, even a Pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti was feeling disinclined. Because according to the news, its power is equivalent to the grandfather of the green jungle. You could say he was "unofficially"
"Why are you here?" ask Grandpa Sakti.
"Hahaha .. Why? Of course I want to help these two students. As a teacher, I felt the need to step in. I already know the question anyway. And I want it too" said the South Coast Swordsman.
"Hemmm .. teachers and students alike. Are you the one who told your disciple to ask where the young man who is now holding the Divine Heirloom Sword is?"
"You're smart. Of course, who wouldn't want that heirloom sword? Hahaha ... Now, you better tell me where the young man is before I go any further. You know who I am? Moreover, we are a generation" said Pendekar South Beach.
"I know who you really are. Indeed our strength may not be able to match your strength, but do not expect us to open our mouths. It's better we die than to have to tell where the young man is," Grandmother Sakti said firmly.
In the crowd of spectators, Cakra Buana increasingly could not stand it anymore. He was already completely furious, moreover he would not let a Pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti die just from defending himself.
Previously, Cakra Buana had already observed to wherever the strength of the warriors present here was. According to his observations, the warriors were mostly only middle class. It was not difficult for Cakra Buana and Ling Zhi. Although both of them, they were confident that they could defeat him, especially if they were helped by the Pair of Grandfathers and Grandmother Sakti as well.
"You guys are stubborn. Why would you give up your life just for the sake of a young man who might not even care about you?"
"You won't understand," Grandpa Sakti said.
"Just tell me where the young man is hiding himself?" ask the South Coast Swordsman with a furious tone.
The Buana chakra is getting blood up. He really couldn't hold himself back anymore.
"I'm here," said Cakra Buana suddenly leaping into the middle of the arena followed by Ling Zhi.
Everyone who was there was immediately stunned. Moreover, a Pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti. The two old figures did not expect that Cakra Buana was there.
The mood was silent again. Only a breeze could be heard gushing through all those people. Cakra Buana's eyes immediately collided with the South Coast Swordsman, they both measured up to where the opponent's strength.