The Lightning King

8

"What do you want, Young man?!" jalil jikak on a young boy dressed in green leaves.

"You want to find mam pus too, huh?!"

"Patience, Kisanak" said the green-clothed young man patiently.

"Truly, I do not intend to interfere in your affairs. I'm only obligated to prevent this inn from flooding with blood."

"So your mouth, Young man!" sentak Sarkam's.

"You know who you're dealing with now, heh!"

"Yes. Now know! We are the accomplices of the Spit of Satan who never hesitate to deal with life. Including life! Get ready!" timpal Warman's.

"Patience, Child. Patience. So man must have a lot of patience, because it will lead us to salvation. I repeat, actually I do not intend to interfere in your affairs. I'm just not happy that this inn has bloodshed. The blood is fishy, Kisanak. I did not like the fishy smell the most" said the young man, standing up.

"Bed ebah...!"

"Patience!" the green-clothed young man again raised his hand.

"All right, I'm being frank. I'm disturbed by you guys. First, all of you have made this inn dirty and broken. Second, you have indirectly soiled my clothes. And thirdly, you have committed murder in this place, in front of me. You all have to take responsibility!"

"To the rat..!"

"The arrogant young man! Accept this!

Hiya...!"

"Uts!"

The green-clothed youngster tilted his body to the right. So the stab of the cleaver that leads to his stomach of course found an empty place. That's not all. His elbow so quickly hit his attacker's temple.

Crack it!

"Ughhhh...!"

Sarkam bounced as far as two spear rods. But the next attack must be faced by young people dressed in green leaves who have not had time to change their position.

"Bad! Hiyaaat...!"

The slash of the machete towards the waist, the green-clothed youngster could avoid with a very flexible movement. Then straightforwardly, his body was thrust upwards. He did an amazing twinkle while spinning twice in the air.

Witnessing the ability of the young man dressed in green leaves, Bontan's blood was boiling. He who feels that he has eaten a lot of salt acid in the martial world, clearly feels humbled.

"Bad! Hey, Young Man! Don't be proud after you've succeeded in spite of the attacks my men have made. Hm.., I'll chop your meat soon. Get ready!"

Hearing the threat of no playfulness, the green-clothed young man immediately changed the location of the establishment.

"Well...!"

"Hup!"

"Hey coward! Don't blur. Hup!"

After soaring his body at full speed, the green-clothed youngster landed his feet outside the inn courtyard sweetly. That indicates that the science of lightening his body is quite high.

"Hup!"

So did a man dressed in blood red named Bontan. He had now landed in front of the green-clothed youngster sweetly.

"I'm not a coward, Kisanak! I just don't want to see Ki Lunta's inn fall apart. You know what, Kisanak? Later that night I want to sleep well in that room."

"Bunting lizard! Accept this.... Hiyaaat!"

"Uts!"

The young man dressed in green leaves was sliding his body backwards avoiding the sabetage of the opponent's cleaver. But not yet properly regulate the balance of his body, another attack came about to cut his back.

Heck!

Bugs!

Unexpectedly, the green-clothed youngster quickly turned his body to fend off the assailant's attack. That's not just his action. The supporter must be willing to accept a pretty hard hand from the young man.

At the same time, Sarkam swung his machete from behind. The wind roared strongly as it came out of Sarkam's movement. Obviously, Sarkam did it with all his energy.

Sensing a menacing danger, the young man lowered his body. Through her underarm sap, she can watch the movements made by Sarkam.

"Yepy...!"

"Haiti!"

The desss! The desss!

"Aach...!"

Through the incredible speed of movement, the green-clothed youngster took a back kick that Sarkam was unable to avoid. As a result, Sarkam's body was thrown as far as three spear rods.

Witnessing Sarkam's body falling and not rising again, Bontan immediately intensified his attack. Even Jalil and Warman were ordered to attack anyway.

"Yeah...!"

Trang! Trangs..!

Bret down!

"Uuugkh...!"

Jalil and Warman were surprised to see their leader so easily subdued the green-clothed youngster. With a quick movement, Jalil's body soared to catch Bontan's body bouncing towards him.

"Hup!"

Jalil held Bontan's body. But unabashed, his body pushed too. It was so hard to kick the young man dressed in light green after first cutting Bontan's stomach with his sickle-like weapon.

"To rat!" jalil growled after adjusting his body balance.

The medium-bodied man was about to hit the green-clothed young man again, but....

"Hold, Jalil!" jolt Bontan while holding a cut on his stomach.

"I don't think you'll be able to handle that nosy young man. Better to back off. We'll make the calculations later."

Jalil undoes his intentions. Now he had just sensed that the young man dressed in green leaves was indeed no match for him. He stared at the young man's eyes with eye-draining rays. A moment later, his teeth rang out holding in anger, watching Sarkam's lifeless body and Bontan's severely injured body.

"Hi, Usilan Young Man! Hear that! We the accomplices of Spit Satan never considered this matter to be finished here. We swore we'd soon be back to see a lizard like you, to demand revenge. You hear that?!"

With his hands against his waist, the young man dressed in green leaves displayed a mocking smile towards his opponent.

"Go home, and complain to your leader. My name Roka will always wait for your arrival" challenged the young man.

"A cocky boy!" jalil.

"Warman! You're carrying Sarkam's corpse. Let me get Kakang Bontan."

Warman immediately carried out the orders of his friend. He quickly retrieved Sarkam's body. Meanwhile, Jalil swept Bontan with a staggering step.

While the young man dressed in green leaves was just smiling amusedly watching his opponent's behavior.

"Give my regards to the Spit of Satan, Spit of Jin, and other spits! Tell me, Roka is waiting in this place!"

Hearing that ear-shattering ridicule, Jalil immediately threw away his gaze. His chest felt cramped with embers of revenge.

"Review you! Feel my reply later, Young Man Smells Rancid!" jalil grumbled while continuing to rub Bontan's body.

Meanwhile, the young man dressed in green leaves named Roka turned away, after first wiping the dust that littered his clothes. Roka re-entered the inn room that was being restyled by the owner.

Ki Lunta, the owner of this simple inn, glanced at the young man who was sitting back. He immediately took a deep breath, before his feet stepped towards Roka.

"Your actions are too bold, Young man," Ki Lunta said slowly. His old face was clearly so pale.

"What did I do wrong, Ki?" search Roka with raised eyebrows.

Ki Lunta did not answer that question. His old face was bowed for a moment, and his breath was drawn deeply.

"You're afraid the accomplice Spit Satan is back here again, Ki?" ask Roka.

The green-clothed youngster looked at the old man's face, in front of him. He gasped to watch Ki Lunta's increasingly pale face.

"You sick, Ki?" Roka held onto Ki Lunta's shoulder which felt so cold.

The sixty-year-old old man shook his head.

"The action you took just now isn't actually wrong, Young man."

"ah! Just call me Roka, Ki."

Ki Lunta nodded.

"You're too brave to deal with the Spit of Satan, Roka. I'm not sure, the intelligence you have can match his magic."

"What height is Satan's Spit worship, Ki?" search Roka.

Hearing Ki Lunta's words, Roka felt herself humbled. Perhaps he thought he could not match the prowess of the Demon Spit.

Hearing Roka's question, Ki Lunta's forehead wrinkled slightly.

"It is difficult to measure the power of the Spit of Satan who has really become a demon in this village. Dozens of powerful figures, especially figures from the white stream had been destroyed. Not even long ago, a figure who was quite well known for his power had to give up a piece of his life into the hands of the Spit of Satan. You know who that character is, Roka?"

Roka shook her head hearing Ki Lunta's question. Indeed, he did not know about the lunge of Satan. Roka had just finished her canoragan science lessons at Perguruan Hijau Kemuning.

"The Tigers of the South," Ki Lunta insisted later.

Roka gasped to hear the big name Tiger Beetle from the South called Ki Lunta had been killed by Spit Demon. Although he had never witnessed his greatness, but through the mouth of his great teacher, Roka had heard of the greatness and power that the Tigers of the South had. He was a poor middle-aged warrior who had crossed the peach forest.

It also shook Roka's heart to get such a reality. However, who could have guessed that it had become what it is today? Roka frowned. His brain was thinking hard.

"Easy Demon," Roka murmured inwardly.

"Any damn thing, I have to face you."

"You're sorry, Roka?"

Ki Lunta's question was like a thunderbolt in Roka's ear. Ki Lunta's face looked deeply. Roka gritted her teeth before speaking.

"Do you think I'm a coward, Ki?" tukas Roka ketus hotel. His shortness instantly appeared.

"Whoever the Spit of Satan and no matter how high his power may be, I will still wait for him in this place. Abstinence to me licks the spit that has fallen to the ground. I have challenged the Spit of Satan, and I have to face it."

Ki Lunta was surprised to hear the words of the green-clothed young man such a resolute leaf. He didn't seem to be messing with her words.

"I'm amazed by your bravery, Roka. But...."

"But what, Ki?" roka's strait is fast

"For the time being, it doesn't feel like you're going to come face to face with the Spit of Satan. You have to deal with Gantangga first."

"Who is Gantangga, Ki?"

"Right hand Spit Satan," explained Ki Lunta.

"If I could defeat Gantangga?"

Ki Lunta did not answer Roka's question. His feet instead stepped towards the black-clothed man who had finished bandaging his wounds.

"It shouldn't have happened, Kisanak" Ki Lunta told the black-clad Jalu.

"Will however, who can prevent the message that the Creator has outlined...?"

Jalu did not chim in Ki Lunta's words. It seemed, he was justifying the words that came out through the mouth of the old man before him. That is why, when Ki Lunta no longer said, Jalu please leave.

"I say goodbye, Ki," said Jalu flat.

Ki Lunta nodded his head.

Meanwhile, Roka only looked at the face of Jalu who had now leaned on her friend.

"Hup!"

With a light movement, Jalu darted out from before Ki Lunta. But soon, his voice sent through deep exertion was heard by Ki Lunta and Roka.

"Thank you for your help, Roka!"

*

Blarr...!

An instantaneous rowdy voice rang out in the morning blind like this. Not to mention the shock of the residents of an inn, another voice that was no less loud was heard.

"Ki Lunta! Get all the residents of your inn out. Let me send their lives to hell! Ki Lunta's! You heard!"

Brakk...!

The owner of the tavern and inn named Ki Lunta came out in a hurry.

His conjecture was proven yesterday. In front of him, right now stood a blood red-clothed haunted figure with a blood-red headband as well. Ki Lunta's legs like unable to hold his weight. The old man felt his whole body shiver watching Gantangga standing before him with a mainstay weapon that had already slipped from the waist. The pair of jagged hammer-shaped weapons, and made of jet-black hard metal were tightly clasped in his right hand.

Not to mention Ki Lunta had managed to overcome his fear, the haunted figure had swung a weapon. A sudden rumbling sound was heard accompanied by the roar of a loud wind that flew the surrounding pebbles. That indicates that this haunted figure is not messing with his attack.

A wukkk! Wukk..!

"Death to me" Ki Lunta said in his heart. His old face looked even more pale, like without blood flowing through his body.

Blarr...!

A table in front of him was smashed to pieces by the Gantangga weapon. He is the right hand of Spit Satan who came to demand revenge for the defeat of his men against Roka.

Gantangga stepped towards Ki Lunta who was now drooping on the floor. Cold sweat as large as corn seeds increasingly rushing through his body.

“Tamatlah my history," muttered Ki Lunta. But not to mention the footsteps of Gantangga arrived before Ki Lunta, suddenly....