The Legend of Senopati

The Defense of Two Gold Badge Swordsmen

“I don't want to fight”

Sadewa did not have time to fend off the attack of Pinadjut Anom until the wooden sword hit right at the nape behind him.

Brak!

The boy fell unconscious.

The loud sound woke up some disciples who lived in the Blue Sword Dormitory, on average inhabited by Wild Tiger Bone disciples. Instantly one room was crisp. Many helped Sadewa by looking at some of his veins.

“Crack down once you, Advanced Pin Anom!” Muta, the head of the Blue Sword Dorm instantly picked up the spear that was at the end of the room. He threatened Pinanggih Anom.

Anom who saw that, could only laugh. “You're against me? Don't joke, Mutual! Did you forget how I humiliated you at the Demon Flower Festival five years ago. You're not as old as your talent. You're obsolete. You are no longer worthy of being a disciple of the Valley of the Hundred Swords.”

“I respect you as one of the two strongest warriors here. However, your attitude that always arbitrarily made us, the residents of the Blue Sword Dorm, lose respect and even hate you. If only you were like Mahesa, you would have recognized people as the strongest in our college.”

“Reksa, are there no other names? Why am I always compared to Mahesa? Last year's Festival of Demon Flower was enough to prove that I managed to subvert Mahesa three times, while he only won once. Is that evidence not enough for you to acknowledge me as the strongest this year?”

“Your arrogance is higher than your strength. A proud person does not deserve to be the strongest. Free, one day, you must have lost to the young man you cheated on!”

“Do not talk!” Pinadjut Anom set the horses attacking. Although armed with only a small wooden sword, he dared to oppose Muta who carried an iron sword and invited him to duel.

Muta aided by Jendam Langit and Ankara Pati cornered Pinanggih Anom so that the man took a few steps back. Each of them carried a sword along the size of an adult's arm.

“One against three, interesting!” Pinanggih Anom deliberately approached the last bed to pick up a sword that he had prepared before facing Sadewa. “While you are united against me, you will not win.”

Blam it!

Despite being unconscious, the strength within his body suddenly smoldering. The hot aura began to feel. The peak, when the pile of wood in the middle of the field where ordinary students practice, ignites the fire.

All the students wondered what was happening. However, Pinanggih Anom did not care one bit. He invites Reksa, Jendam Langit, and Ankara Patih to fight for strength three-on-one in the middle of a blazing bonfire.

Muta started the attack with the Space Twisting Sword stance, flowing the natural energy within his body so as to form a circle seal. From the center of the circle, out a transparent smoke that shot rapidly to the body of Pinadjut Anom.

Soak Sky and Ankara Patih crossed their swords. A bluish light formed from the sword belonging to Jendam Langit, while the sword belonging to Ankara Patih issued a grain of fire.

This combined attack could only be done by those with strong inner bonds.

Ankara Patih and Jendam Langit have been living in the same dormitory for the past ten years. They are like brothers and sisters.

The combination of their attacks both had made Pinadjut Anom overwhelmed. He continued to twist the sword to make a wind shield. As the grains of fire melted with blue light, hundreds of arrows were slapped using Ankara Patih's sword.

“Feel the Blue Fire Light Arrow combination!” Ankara Patih and Jendam Langit shouted very loudly.

“Sial, you guys want to kill me, huh? Don't think this weak combination can make my skin bleed!” Pinadjutkan Anom stopped the rotation of his sword for a moment, then replaced the horses with a defensive position.

With the help of the science of lightening the body, Anom advanced floated in the air for a dozen seconds.

“While, why does the arrow keep following me?” Sophisticated Anom was forced to fend off the Blue Fire Light Arrow in the air.

“Only old students know this combination attack. Although the jade badge disciples were considered to be the strongest disciple tiers in the Valley of the Hundred Swords, their strength would not be able to fend off the combination moves that had been honed for decades

Ankara Patih smiled with satisfaction. He glanced at Jendam Langit, then patted his shoulder. “We do stage two combination attacks!”