The Musafir

Exercise Cup

BIDADARI North River added, “You don't want to go there either, do you?”

The mantle shook loudly, that was not the goal. “Please, Sister, but afterwards please meet me on the accommodation page.”

The North River Angel was actually curious about Mantingan's intentions, but he chose not to ask. When viewed from the look on Mantingan's face, the young man did not seem to want to tell what he meant. The Northern River Angel nodded and went away.

Mantingan was silent for a while before returning to walk towards the stairs. This place has at least two floors. Most of the rooms available are on the second floor, while the first floor is more widely used for lodging purposes, such as kitchens and such.

Arriving at the first floor, Mantingan went to the kitchen to order warm tea. Luckily the inn always provides warm tea in every morning, then Mantingan do not have to wait any longer to bring the tea out.

In front of him lay two mountains, which although often seen still cool the eyes. While on the opposite side of the two mountains, Mantingan can see the lowlands below, so he is currently in the highlands. It's only natural that the air feels cooler.

While enjoying a warm tea, Mantingan saw several buffalo carts enter through the village gate. Some buffalo carts were seen escorted by a number of soldiers, while the merchant entourage was behind and in the horse carriage.

They saw Mantingan's whereabouts, but ignored him and continued to walk in. If Mantingan saw from the uniform of the soldiers, it appears that they are not Taruma warriors or any royal warrior. They are mercenaries. Their uniforms show that they belong to the same group. The mercenary group. That's not surprising at a time like this.

They stopped in front of the inn. The buffaloes were removed from their wagon, tied to a fastening pole in front of the inn. The horse carriage door of the merchant entourage opened. A distended merchant came out, two beautiful women both came down with him.

“Bapak, it looks like only here is the village that can be visited. Sahaya worried in front of no longer a safe village.” A mercenary looked down in front of him.

The distended merchant nodded then looked around. As his eyes crossed with Mantingan, the merchant looked at him sharply. “There is a swordsman here,” he said slowly.

The soldier who looked down in front of him immediately glanced at Mantingan, while Mantingan himself was quite surprised because the merchant could see himself as a swordsman.

“Mr, Sahaya has no other choice. Many villages that have now been controlled by black warriors, they will trap a group of traders like Mr.”

Mantingan gave a friendly smile to the distended merchant, that he did so that they would not be afraid of him. The merchant who saw the friendly smile of the Mantingan replied with a friendly smile as well.

“Yes, it looks like the swordsman is not a problem.” The merchant signaled to his men to enter the inn.

The group entered the inn, only two mercenaries were left assigned to guard the trade goods. Mantingan again enjoyed the scenery in front of him, and warm tea of course.

Shortly thereafter the Angel of the North River came out of the inn. The girl turned around before finally finding the whereabouts of Mantingan, after which she approached him.

“Mantingan, I'm done.”

The North River Angel had actually guessed this from the beginning, so he had prepared himself since in the bathroom earlier. He also carries his sword.

“Mantingan, what kind of training will you teach me?”

“Nothing I will teach you. We will compete with each other's abilities.” Mantingan then turned his body to face the North River Angel. “I'll throw the cup up, I'll catch it back when the glass almost hits the ground. All you have to do is stop me from doing that.”

The Northern River Angel thought for a moment before finally nodding. He took a few steps back. His hand moved to hold his sword.

“Will be more interesting if without weapons.”

The North River Angel almost choked on his own saliva. His weapon is a sword. He and the sword could hardly be separated in a fight. But after another look, Mantingan tried to remind him of the most basic thing in martial arts. The dependence of a swordsman on a weapon will be very dangerous if his weapon is not seized. Just like what the Northern River Angel himself had experienced, his sword was left behind in the forest, hence he lost almost half of his battle power.

The heavy hearted girl put her gun on the ground, before re-installing the horses. His hands were slightly crossed in front of his chest, with soft delicate palms opening.

Smiling coat. Looking at the state of the Northern River Angel now, the girl would look like she was in a real battle condition. He wore a thick robe, with a veil, and a weapon that was on the ground.

Is correct. Mantingan was deliberately training the woman not to depend on her weapon. Not even Mantingan asked the woman to take off her robe. If in the worst circumstances, the Northern River Angel would fight without weapons, as well as with the weight of a robe on his body.

Without waiting any longer, Mantingan threw his cup deep on it. The Northern River Angel snapped at his feet, darting almost unseen towards where Mantingan was standing. It launched a massive, unmitigated deep-energy site attack, the North River Angel wanted to finish the fight quickly.

The attack targeted Mantingan's wide-open chest. The young man's hand was indeed folded behind his back, so the defense on his front was wide open.

The North River Angel reduced its attack power a little because it thought that Mantingan would be seriously injured after being hit by his attack. Moreover, the Mantingan did not make any movements to fend off, the injuries he obtained could be quite severe.

But unfortunately a thousand dear, the North River Angel forgets that Mantingan can still avoid. Just by sliding one of his legs back, Mantingan could avoid the attack of the Northern River Angel. The girl with wide-eyed as she passed through the body of Mantingan just like that.

After passing through Mantingan, the North River Angel immediately flicked his feet to the ground. The mantle must be attacked again before the glass falls down. The two feet of the Northern River Angel dragged the ground two fathoms away before the young girl could pull away and return to attack.

At that time the cup remained one fathom away from the body of the Mantingan; the Northern River Angel no longer held back its power. It attacked with two treads at once, full force.

He thought in this way, Mantingan could no longer dodge by sidelining his body. But in fact, it was wrong.