The Musafir
Defeating All Opponents
THE MANTLE SNAPPED HIS smile. “No you dare go forward helping your comrades. All you do is hang on the roof of the room, either calling you a bat or a jungle monkey. Surely, you're worse than those animals. If the monkey can still help his friend, then you're not.”
“Many say, fill empty all. I'm not helping is because I don't want to!”
“Not unkind, but coward.” The mantan said in a mocking voice.
“What is the evidence that you say that?! Tell me before I chop your neck!”
The mantle stroked his chin. “Buktanya? You're alive today, you should have died with them.”
“For what I died with such lowly people!” Spit to the floor.
Uncle Bala was silent. He knows the Mantingan's scheme. Fished the enemy's anger, then finished it.
“Only you say they are lowly. In fact, you are much inferior to them. When they fight desperately, you become a little bat that timidly hides behind the darkness. Just shut up and eavesdrop. Scrutiny.”
As if running out of words to say, anger immediately filled the void. The masked enemy raised his arms high. His chest is up and down. His excited breath rang out from behind that strange mask.
“BIADAB! DIE...!”
When the man advances with anger, he forgets to make good use of his silat skills. He stepped forward quickly with the science of lightening the body, but it was not the best of him. He was bent upward, opening all sorts of defensive gaps in his front body.
Uncle Bala who had been silent since then, now kicked in by moving his dragon. The mantel closed one of his eyes while pulling the Sword Kiai Kedai from its sheath.
Three massive fireballs were launched simultaneously towards the masked enemy. After sending out that fireball attack, Mantingan opened his two eyes and flashed forward.
Everything happened so fast. The enemy fended off the entire fireball attack easily as its leeway was pointed upwards even before the attack was launched. However, it further opened a defensive gap on his front body. If a swordsman attacked, he would not have time to pull his levers down to fend off. Then that was when Mantingan with his sword pierced right into where his heart was.
Events that are invisible if seen by ordinary people, but actually occur quite slowly and fully mature calculations. The mantel drew its sword from the enemy's body and flicked its feet to the floor, dragging several fathoms forward.
The same thing was also done by the enemy who flicked his feet to the floor, dragged several fathoms forward to arrive at where Uncle Bala was. The enemy did not realize that his chest had been pierced by the sword.
When he realized Uncle Bala was in front of his eyes, the masked man scruffily raised his armpit back up high. The wound on his chest was wide open. Blood is pouring out great. Until he realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The masked man did nothing when he fell. Thudded.
Uncle Bala was flinching in his place. He smiled when he saw his enemy collapse with blood pouring down. No more moving forever.
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The success of Uncle Bala freed his daughter is inseparable from the ability of Mantingan to master the circumstances. The entire enemy that the Mantingan faced was an expert swordsman who should not be a match for him. However, the much weaker Mantin harnesses the power of thought to deceive his foolish enemies.
After this afternoon Mantingan and Uncle Bala managed to defeat all the crazy killers inside one of the rooms of the Malaya Underground Screen Market. They came out with the five Bongkah Batu that Uncle Bala had given as payment, and of course the payment was canceled. Do not forget Mantingan shopping items that was bought by Uncle Bala's daughter. And after they made it out alive from the underground market, the atmosphere on the surface felt very, very peaceful.
However, that was when Rara suddenly disappeared. The mantan whispered and called out to him, shouting loudly in his mind. Where is Rara? Where is Rara? Such is the human being, leaving after his duty is over.
Food merchants opened their outlets. Food for tired workers. Many buy snacks or heavy meals that are then taken home or eaten on the spot. One of them is Mantingan, Uncle Bala, and his daughter who tried to forget the incident last afternoon by buying a number of snacks. They sit at one table.
But after all, the bloody incident was not easily forgotten. The eating atmosphere turned very quiet. No one was brave enough to touch the food except for Mantingan who was already hungry. No***** eat at all.
Uncle Bala and his daughter could only look at Mantingan who was eating voraciously. It was as if he had never seen anything terrible in the Underground Malay Screen Market. But the Mantingan is really hungry and need energy. His body also needs the content that is in the food to fight toxins.
At a passing waiter, Mantingan stopped him and said, “I order grilled venison, is there?”
The waiter nodded his head and smiled amiably. “We still have fresh venison obtained from the hunter last night.”
“Please make two servings and please pack.” The mantel issued two pieces of gold. “Is this enough?”
The waiter looked doubtful as he said, “We have two servings of grilled deer. The first serving costs fifty pieces of silver per portion, but the second serving costs a piece of gold for each portion.”
The mantle nodded once. “Bring these two pieces of gold and bring the best.”
Uncle Bala and his daughter widened their eyes, quite surprised to see the young man's attitude that was considered too calm. Did after seeing the terrible things one could turn crazy? Just like what happened to Mantingan at the moment, it was astonishing to see him so calmly.
After receiving the Mantingan's money, the servant quickly left. Not to disappoint customers. Mantingan again continued his meal with a voracious but calm. He occasionally glanced at Uncle Bala and his daughter who did not touch the dishes, but there was nothing he wanted to do about them. Mantingan also understood that their souls were still shaken.
“Uncle Bala, after this I will go continue the journey. Please do not spread my identity until I allow it myself.” Mantingan said while fixing the caping that was on his head, so that the black shadow of the caping disguised his face.
Uncle Bala who had been silent immediately answered with confidence and authority, “I swear I will protect my identity with my life.”
“Don't say too loud, Uncle.” Under his caping, Mantingan's eyes glanced around.
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