The Musafir

The Fight Against Three Masked Men

AS A FIRST STEP, Uncle Bala threw five Silent Magic Throws at the ceiling and walls of the room. The streaks of light crept rapidly throughout the room before fading and disappearing, a sign that the spell had worked.

“Let's wake up guys, shake your hips and let's have fun.” Shortly after one of the masked men said that, two other masked men also stood up.

After successfully rising, one of them said, “Use a weapon or not?”

“If you want to have fun, don't use a gun." The others answered.

Without replying to each other, they had agreed not to use weapons.

Whether it was like the look on the faces of the three lunatics, no Mantingan could see it. They wear masks that cover the entire face, except for the eyes and there are small holes near the nose. Only their strange masks seemed to convey their madness.

Mantingan and Uncle Bala looked at each other for some eye shock until they finally agreed not to open the attack first. If they attacked first whereas the opponent was a person stronger than them, then it could be considered a very rash action.

Mantingan and Uncle Bala had to wait for the opponent to attack first in order to recognize the stance that the opponent was wearing, so they could prepare a suitable defense to overcome the attack.

Mantingan also saw that the opponents he was facing right now were not the ones who respected the rules in the martial world. The opponent's goal is to have fun even though it means acting crazy, they don't need to care what rules they have to break as long as they can have fun.

But their fun will not last much longer. Because the happiness they want to achieve will definitely ruin the happiness of others. Such people should be destroyed.

Manten suddenly whispered to Uncle Bala with the Whispering Science of the Wind, “Uncle Bala, they have a defensive gap. It lies in the way they think. If they want to have fun with us, then make them not get it. It's possible, we're easier to beat them.”

Uncle Bala did not reply but nodded in agreement. Uncle Bala also understood the ploy put forward by Mantingan. If negligence is a very deadly thing in every martial move, then attack the opponent when they are in a careless condition.

“Mantingan, your actions do not mean no risk. You want to lure them to come closer to you, don't you?” Rara was heard sighing next to Mantingan. “They will attack very violently, if you or Uncle Bala do not manage to hold it, then ..”

“I know,” says Mantingan without making a sound. “Thank you for reminding, I know what I'm dealing with.”

Rara smiled and nodded. “Use the poison that Uncle Bala bought. Although the price is very cheap, but the poison will still give a small impact on your enemies.”

Meanwhile, between Mantingan and Uncle Bala and his three masked opponents was still a thousand languages. Staring intently at each other, as if they would do nothing but look at each other.

And while on the other hand, Mantingan still continued to have an inner conversation with Rara.

“Do you still have the Dragonfly Needle you bought at the Chicken Market last time?”

“I'm not carrying it, it's left inside the bundle.”

The mantan nodded in his mind. If only he nodded not in the mind, then of course the action would be considered the opponent as an agreement to attack, then, though not necessarily at that time he and Uncle Bala were in a state ready to receive an attack. So the conversation and all the relationships with Rara are done in the mind.

“First of all, I have to lure them to get close first.”

“I suggest, you don't do that. Mastering sorcery gives you the advantage of attacking from a distance, but it will be detrimental if attacking from a close distance.”

The mantle scrunched his forehead. “Does that mean, I don't need to lure them?”

“Actually it can be done, provided one of you and Uncle Bala there is in charge of fishing while the other one is in charge of attacking from behind.”

The forehead of the mantle is getting cringing. “Isn't that against the law of shortness?”

“As long as the fight is open, the swordsman can try everything to win. This is not a word from me, but from Kiai Guru Kedai. Besides, right now you're in a really dangerous situation, a little misstep can take your life to the afterlife.”

The mantan understood. “Is it safe if I whisper this to Uncle Bala through the Whispering Science of the Wind? Can they-they hear me?”

Rara seemed to shake her head. “The Whispering Wind Science is not a science that is spread haphazardly. Only in the White Mask Army and you are the only person who was given the teaching of the Science of Whispering Wind when not devoted to the college.”

The mantel cannot laugh or smile. He knew that this was not the time to joke, but Rara's words were quite a lot of comfort and comfort.

Rara's hand was raised, pointing at one of the masked men who was about two fathoms in front of her. “Look, they show the gelagat will attack soon. Better get ready. Do you want me to stay here or just leave so as not to disturb?”

“Stay here and never be far away from me, I always need some quick suggestions from you.”

Rara smiled cheerfully. “Fight, Coat!”

NAH!

Three opponents of Mantingan jerk their legs simultaneously. Then their bodies disappeared from their original place, into an invisible blurry shadow.

Mantingan and Uncle Bala who could be said to be a high swordsman could quite clearly see the movements of his three opponents. He said he wanted to have fun, but was immediately doubted after they acted as if they did not want to forgive their prey.

In a very short time anyway, Uncle Bala and Mantingan jumped in the opposite direction after Mantingan gestured. The three strange masked men quickly split up.

But because their number is three people while the prey is only two people, then there will be two people who target one prey. That's the prey.