The Desolate Wind Swordsman

Chapt. 24 Devil Balls

Chapt 24s

The ball turned into a long iron plate. The slab spread and caused the young man to have wounds all over his chest to his feet. The scratches make the blood flow.

"Damn! This gun..." Take that young man.

"It turns out the woman's weapon, quite interesting." The middle-aged swordsman muttered.

"What do you mean?" He asked while enduring the pain in his body.

"You don't need to know. Do you still want to continue the match?" For a moment, he stared at the swordsman who was bleeding.

"Julah. This wound is nothing. But I admit, your weapon surprised me."

Even though the blood was still flowing, he still wanted to continue the match. Because he believes the swordsman he faced now no longer has a weapon.

"alright. Then I give up."

"Haha... Let's fight la... Uh wait!" He almost attacked, but after digesting his opponent's words, he stopped his attack but was still on guard.

"I think this is enough. I just want to try that gun. I'm not interested in the prize. I think the gift is worth it to you. At least I can take medication."

"We're not done fighting!" His cry with spirit was still burning.

The young man's gaze became more aggressive. He still could not believe his opponent's abilities were just that. But he can't be careless. Because it could be a trap. No one has died or gone out of the arena. The referee was silent. He doesn't know. Was the match held? As the referee climbed into the arena, all eyes were on him.

"But I don't have a gun anymore. I can't possibly fight you." The fighter jumped out of the arena.

Again the audience was surprised, because they did not expect. When it was over the wind, arrived not continue the fight. Actually, the promised gift is enough for his living expenses in the next few months.

While the young man looked in wonder. As a swordsman, of course, it would be impossible to quickly give up like that. Was he just being played?

"I don't think he wants to go to the game. He's not tired at all. While me? Hahh.it seems like my experience is still lacking."

"Master. How's that gun, sir?" The battle supervisors began to discuss.

"of course. It's a weapon from a cult college. Judging from the weapon, it looks like it's a weapon from the 'Gendani Ireng' college'. But that college, all its students are women." Obviously another supervisor.

"Well, it's possible. The weapon is very troublesome. It's just one. But they have a lot. And their interesting feature, always wear steel slabs."

Not far from the match arena, the middle-aged swordsman was sitting with another swordsman. They were sitting in a bar that was far from the market.

"Sir, I think the woman's weapons are really interesting."

"Hmmm... What makes you interested in Kurasenta? It was only a throwing weapon that could only be used once." He drank his wine from the jug.

"Obviously interesting. We can use it for self-defense. Maybe we can make it big." He started to look up and imagine it.

"This is not from the hallmark of our college. It's from the women's college 'Gendani Ireng'. It's impossible for us to use someone else's weapon."

"But we can use it to keep watch. If we are desperate, we can use it. After all, we are the same as black warriors. What's wrong with imitating. And we don't need to be like the white stream that has a special weapon."

"You're right, Kurasenta. But it would be nice, we discuss it with the master teacher." He picked up the same black ball he used when fighting.

"Wait moreover? We rush to college. We still have these three devil balls."

"Well... But we must heal first. We still have our wounds against that damn woman."

"Well that woman, I don't want to deal anymore"

"I think we should kill that woman. It would be dangerous if he got what we were supposed to get." He smiled snidely as he said it.

"But he was with the young man who held the heirloom sword."

"You're sure that sword is an heirloom sword? But it might be. Even the young man seemed to have no inner strength at all. Why did he bring the sword? Not that fucking woman."

"Well... There may be a reason. Or he wouldn't bother to carry the great sword."

"Well it could be. But we don't know yet where the god's sword college is. I think that woman's already there."

"Excuse me, sir..." One came out of nowhere.

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