The Musafir

The Three Enemies

"Uncle Bala, did something happen?”

MANTINGAN REALIZED something was wrong with Uncle Bala's spell, plus Uncle Bala's attitude convinced him even more. After whispering that sentence, Mantingan again swung his sword a dozen times in one eye shock.

“Mantingan, the spell does not work ...” Uncle Bala said in despair.

The mantingan again utilizes the Science of Whispering Wind. “Try to repeat it once again, Uncle.”

The mantang suddenly felt tightness in his chest. It was as if a huge rock was piercing his chest. The mantle bit his lips, blood flowed from his lips. Back he moved his hand to fend off the flurry of kerambit that was after him.

The ex-coat knows what happened to him. It was the impact of the poison on his arm. Failed to be dispelled by hair tie. His body trembled as he endured the excruciating pain. Moves from his chest to all parts of his body.

“This poison won't kill you right away, Mantingan. They want you to die slowly and painfully, then this poison will only hurt you for now.”

Meringan. Rara's words may be true. There was little he could hope for here. However, Mantingan did not regret his decision to come to the Malay Screen Market at all. It is not good to be sorry in a situation like this, it will only make the Mantingan ignite in anger. As a result, he will be caught off guard.

“Mantingan, you are currently carrying a pain reliever herb, right? Wear it if you can later. For now you must survive, if it comes out later immediately look for a cure for the poison in your body.”

Mantingan did not reply, but still listened. He always keeps pain relievers in his shoulder bag. However, for the time being he could not swallow the potion.

Three Mantingan enemies are increasingly attacking after seeing the effects of poison that began to work. The mantan is getting overwhelmed by it. Not only did he have to fend off, the Mantingan also felt the need to strike back. Because the goal is to corner the enemy not even himself who is cornered.

As both of his legs touched the wall of the room, Mantingan pushed his legs forward, bringing his body far back. In a corner of the room Mantingan stopped, simply reorganizing his breathing.

Three masked enemies also flicked and stood not far in front of Mantingan. All three of them showed a terrible sound of laughter.

“We do not like to make offers, but we will still submit. Do you want to just give up and give your whole body to us? We will definitely make you have fun!”

The mantang grieved while enduring the pain. “No way I do that.”

The three masked men looked at each other before returning to let out a terrible sound.

“We like to see people suffer the most. That way, they will feel a different death. Isn't that fun? Now just like this.” The person who said that then snapped a finger. “I'll start with the girl, then the old man, and next is you.”

On the sidelines of his pain, Mantingan took the time to smile. “You won't be able to do that, if I take you dead with me.”

“Surely we can beat you easily, so don't be big-headed. We just want to help you have fun before death pick up.”

“Let me ask before I die.” Mantingan said before coughing again, this time his cough was accompanied by black blood.

“People who want to die deserve to ask so as not to die curious.”

Since the answer was considered an agreement, then Mantingan continued, “How many people have you killed?”

“Not you guys, but you're a.”

“Hmm, you like convoluted. I've helped more than a thousand souls reach his death.”

The mantan laughed softly, showing its mouth full of black blood. “Are you unconscious? Everyone you've killed has a life story to go on. Everyone you have killed is waiting for their parents, lovers, or children. Every person you kill has a role in the life of the world. Don't you realize that?”

The person being spoken to looked at Mantingan with a strange look.

“If I'm honest, I don't feel it at all. I'm enjoying. And if I feel it though, I still enjoy it. If you're trying to lecture me, then it's okay ...”

The mantle coughed a few more times. Shedding a large amount of black blood onto the floor of the room. Across there, Uncle Bala who was repeating the spell making looked worried. The mantle is smiling.

The mantan was silent for a while until he saw Uncle Bala giving his mark across there. “Then, let me lecture you a little. After that, you are free to do anything.”

“Oh, please!” The man crossed his arms back and laughed.

What happens next is silence. The mantle is no longer visible in its place. A round object fell onto the floor, followed by a body blow that fell after.

Everything happened so fast. When Uncle Bala made his mark by brandishing his shining throw, and when the masked man caught his guard by crossing his arms back, that was when the Mantang who had also gathered his profound energy moved as fast as lightning. It was even twice as fast as lightning speed!

Such is the pity for the swordsman are the five marks of death from the six surfaces of the dice. The mantan manages to chop off the enemy's head, separating it from the neck without being quickly noticed by the other enemy.

Not given time for the enemy to set his facial features, thousands of characters have flown upwards. Become a big character. Along with other characters.

The three characters gave off a bright blue light then spun around for a while. What next happens is the emergence of other long light that comes out of the results of the rotation of the characters. The light continued to lengthen and warp in the air. Slowly showing his true form.

“This is the Way the Dragon Splits the Storm. Is it fun enough for your deaths?” The mantan said coldly far behind his enemy. Beside him was the smiling Uncle Bala happily.

The two enemies who were still standing were looking at the long blue-white glowing dragon that was flying around meandering on the roof of the room. However, none of the two felt fear, not one bit.

“Maybe this is quite fun. But it would be more fun if we did it ourselves.”

The two warriors twisted his kerambit then lifted him to the front of the neck. What happened next made Mantingan buy the head. They both killed themselves by swiping the pinched blade into the neck slowly and painfully.

The moving mantle took out a regulator ejection and wanted to move the Dragon Splitting Storm to instantly kill them. However, Uncle Bala held him back.

“Leave it to them, Hero Man.”

“But Uncle, we have not at all used the Dragon Skip Storm.”

Uncle Bala shook his head slowly, then turned his head towards the curtain in the left corner of the room. “There are still people inside who should be quelled.”