The Musafir

Disconnection

MANTINGAN imprinted his foot on the city wall and looked at the middle-aged man from above, while the middle-aged man also looked at him from below.

“Land Accommodation, why can they be here?” Manten muttered softly which was somehow shown to whom.

The middle-aged man suddenly just shouted with his voice half hoarse. “You apparently got a fortune to still be able to live until now. But rest easy, lucky young warrior, you will not live much longer.”

Mantingan felt disapproval of what the middle-aged swordsman from the Land Inn said, but he did not say it.

“Come here, don't be a coward.”

The coat without being told will still go back down. He must still protect the magic spell on the wall so as not to be broken.

When he saw the signs of the Mantingan going back down, the middle-aged man said to the other swordsman, “You broke the magic spell, while I will finish him.”

The mongrel-holding warriors nodded slowly and waited for an opportunity to come.

The coat without waiting any longer immediately dropped down. In the air he unleashed dozens of Blood Wind Palms that mercilessly hit the enemy soldiers.

The middle-aged man had been waiting for Mantingan from earlier. So after seeing Mantingan's movements, he immediately greeted him in the air. The middle-aged man drew his sword in the face.

The mantan does not know until when his sword sheath will survive the onslaught of the opponent's sword. Although the Mantingan had channeled a deep power into it, it still left a significant damage.

They pitted each other against the ultimate attack, making the Mantang sword sheath that had been broken even more damaged. The young swordsman felt like this could not continue to happen, so he decided to take out the blade of the Kiai Kedai Sword which had been hidden all along.

After the ultimate exchange of attacks, the two different-age warriors were encouraged by each other. The mantle that was in the air took advantage of the situation to pull the handle of the Kiai Kedai Sword and pull out the blade, while the sheath of his sword he inserted behind the waist.

The black blade of the Kiai Sword of the Shop was emitting an amazing air. Luxury, gentleness, love, and danger combine in a blend that seems like it has never existed.

The middle-aged man gulped his saliva. From the exchange of his attacks with the Mantingan, he could feel for himself how the swordsman was despite being young but had a rare talent. Moreover, Mantingan utilize his talent well, so it can be said that he is a scholar swordsman in his generation.

There is no parallel swordsman with himself who has the ability like a Mantingan on the island of Javadvipa, although there is still the possibility of the sky above the sky.

The middle-aged swordsman certainly felt he would not be able to win against Mantingan if alone, so he had a long tweet with the intention of calling his friends.

Mantingan thought that if the swordsman was helped by his friends, then he would have difficulty facing them, so he immediately jumped on the body to paralyze the middle-aged swordsman.

But Mantingan's worries were first proved. He felt another motion that his speed was in harmony with him from behind. The mantle must change its direction again to circular backward.

Not only one warrior came, but two. Mantingan increasingly urged to stay away from the city wall. While the warriors who tried to break the magic spell began to work, they managed to plunge the leeway into the wall and began to read the seal extermination spell.

The mantan is really desperate. Let alone saving the city, he himself may not be saved.

That was when a sound so soothing as a moon at the top of the sky approached the hearing of Mantingan. A voice that Mantingan really needs in a situation like this. Rara's Voice.

“Mantingan, you don't need to insist on not killing. Right now you are in a state of life or death, killing is allowed for moments like this.”

The mantan shook his head slowly while continuing to fend off the incoming attacks. Not that he was not being pressed, but he did not want to renege on his promise with Kenanga any further. That's why he kept fending and fending off. The mantan did see a gap open several times from his opponents, but if he attacked then that person would die.

It was hard to find a point to knock out the opponent. While the swords of his opponents continued roaring, if only one of the swords scratched the skin of the Mantingan, a little was already very deadly. Poisons coated their swords.

The position of the Mantingan was increasingly pulled away from the city wall. It was as if they were about to bring Mantingan to his camp. Then it could be very bad.

In the camp the enemy awaits the big archery ready to shoot Mantingan. It even looks warriors who await the arrival of Mantingan there.

“Don't be crazy, Mantingan! Use your sword properly or this city will not survive!”

“Rara, I don't want to kill tonight.”

“Yes, but your 13 comrades are in grave danger if you don't kill the enemy!”

Mantingan soon realized what there were still 13 soldiers on top of the city wall.

They have said that they will not hesitate to contribute their lives for the safety of the city. The coat is not there, it cannot protect them. Lothawat!

Without a doubt the Mantingan unleashed its true abilities. He no longer wants to lose those closest to him. Enough Rara alone, which now only her voice remains.

The opponents of the Spells were completely shocked when the Spells' fighting pattern changed completely. The movements that had only survived now began to become deadly attacks. No doubt quickly one of them was killed after his chest was pierced by the black blade of the Kiai Kedai Sword.

Seeing their comrades die so easily, they certainly did not want to experience the same thing. Now the warriors are exerting each other all the abilities they have. They hope this way the Mantingan back pressed like before.

But unfortunately, the attack they launched was too hasty so that the Mantingan saw a lot of defensive gaps from them. But not all the loopholes were the attacking mantis, not all the enemies he destroyed. Only a few are considered to be the most dangerous and threatening. The rest of the warriors Mantingan make his foot butts, so there is no hope for them other than the grudge that remains.

This is what real murder looks like. Not too wearing, and always leave heartache and grudges that have no end. Mantingan is forced to kill, but that does not mean he is the biggest of the possibility of problems in the future.