The Musafir

Fishing the Enemy's Anger to Beat It

HOWEVER THERE WERE INDEED signs of a human being within the room. Mantingan did not know how many people were inside, but there was at least more than one person. Most likely, that person was the enemy. Enemies who both wore strange masks.

This was proven when a masked man asked his friend for help earlier.

But what was a little surprising was, the person inside did not help his comrades who were fighting against Mantingan and Uncle Bala at all. In fact, Uncle Bala and Mantingan would be impossible to win if the enemy side got the additional strength of one more person.

As if knowing what Mantingan was thinking, Uncle Bala then said, “They are crazy people, Hero Man. Think of them as crazy people roaming the streets. That's how they are. It's hard to guess his mindset. For sure their madness can we be grateful and can also not.”

Mantingan understood that the people inside this room were indeed strange. He then turned his head towards Uncle Bala's son who was still sitting stiffly, leaning against the cold wall of the room. Mantingan then glanced at Uncle Bala next to him.

“Uncle, wouldn't it be safer for us to get out of this place immediately? No need to face the enemy in the next room. It will be dangerous for us.”

Uncle Bala was still with a sharp gaze, shaking slowly. “Leaving them alive is a big mistake, Hero Man. They will investigate our whereabouts down to their roots, then kill those close to us. Not even impossible, the girl you are protecting is in danger.”

The coat was glued for a moment. Quiet and thought. If examined more deeply, the words of Uncle Bala must be taken into account. Black flow fighters do not hesitate to use various ways to defeat their opponents. It is not impossible that the North River Angel is in great danger if one of the black stream warriors in the Malay Screen Market tries to find Mantingan's identity.

In the end Mantingan nodded in agreement. Once again tightened his muscles. Sharpen thinking, vision, and hearing. He really wants to go home alive. From the pouch of his coffers, Mantingan reached for a potion of pain relievers. Open the lid and drink all the contents. A roof of pain medication is indeed for one-time use.

The bitter taste was not heeded because the most important thing right now was the victory in the fight. The mantan will struggle to find an antidote to the poison in his body if he makes it out of this cursed place. Hope so.

Uncle Bala sighed and looked at Mantingan with pity. “Hero Man, poison it ...”

“Not why, Uncle. It seems like this poison didn't kill me right away. I can find the antidote later after getting out of here.” Mantingan showed his smile to Uncle Bala while hinting that everything was going quite well until now. “Then from that, Uncle, as soon as possible we finish this job.”

Uncle Bala took a long breath and nodded. If a sick Mantingan alone is able to stand and struggle, then is he who is fitly healthy not able to stand and struggle? Uncle Bala is determined to use all his power to make Mantingan and his daughter survive this place. If it needs to be exchanged for his life, then he is ready. As for the North River Angel, Uncle Bala must know what he should do.

Uncle Bala pulled the ruler's throw, while Mantingan had been more willing to put the thing in his hand. Now that blue-white dragon-shaped light was completely under the control of Mantingan and Uncle Bala.

The mantant is in charge of controlling the dragon's attacks, while Uncle Bala will be centered on controlling the dragon's movements. Legendary creatures that are shaped like snakes and can fly can also emit heat, winding like air is water where swimming. Once this dragon took out its blue fireball, then it was able to kill a row containing a hundred warriors at once.

“Hero Man, let's go in.” Uncle Bala glanced at Mantingan.

“Come, Uncle.” Mantingan gave a nod.

They walked slowly with the regulator in their hands. They stood at the edge of the entrance of the room, next to the curtains. Secretly peek inside. The room inside was blood red. There was only one torch hanging. The rest, neither Mantingan nor Uncle Bala saw anyone there. There were no exits, no holes or anything else that could be used as escape routes.

“Serbu!”

The mantle advanced while sending the Blood Wind Treads. The curtain is scattered by a strong wind impulse to escape from its place. Along with that, Uncle Bala and Mantingan jumped into the room. Without the need to be ordered, both of them know what to do first. The heads of the two men pitched upwards.

“You guys have been waiting since.”

After seeing a masked man hanging from the ceiling of the room like a bat, Mantingan and Uncle Bala did not wait any longer to launch an attack.

Uncle Bala made the dragon swoop sharply upwards while the Mantingan prepared fire attacks and dragon claws. As Mantingan closed one eye, that one eye moved into the dragon's eye. The mantle pointed the dragon's head towards the enemy, opening the dragon's mouth, until finally a blue fireball was fired.

The enemy laughed loudly before throwing himself down. He took out a mule and swung it towards the fireball. As soon as the slats and the ball of fire collided with each other, there was a huge explosion of fire. Mantingan and Uncle Bala closed his eyes goods for a moment to avoid the rays that would be very blinding to the eyes.

The enemy landed on the floor. Mantingan and Uncle Bala widened his eyes quite surprised.

“The children you defeated have no sense. You can call them street lunatics, because that's true. I'm not helping them, not because I'm as crazy as they are. I feel like I'm pretty much beating you two alone. So, STOP CALLING ME CRAZY!”

“He's a madman, Mantingan,” says Rara. “Crazy people who are unfortunately very strong. You sulk his anger, then he'll flutter. Do you remember what Kiai Guru said about a bad person?”

The mantan nodded slowly before looking at his enemy sharply. “If you're not crazy, show us what sense is. Why are you acting like a raging jungle monkey?”

There was laughter behind the mask. “Hahaha! Forest monkey, I like that nickname.”

“You like it means you're crazy.”

“Of course not.”

“Sure Yes.”

“Much talk!” snort the enemy, spreading his levers forward. “You taste this malleable then put your conversation to rest forever.”

“Alright, alright! You're not a crazy person. But you're worse than that. You are a coward, a loser, and a coward.”