The Musafir
Storm Stick Swords
MANTINGAN DOWN THE stairs with very fast steps. At the end of the stairway, he met the sword-wielding men who were about to go up. Manten smiled wryly after realizing that they were all not warriors. It's not an opponent worthy of him.
So what Mantingan did to them was not as cruel as what he did to the warriors upstairs. They are only paralyzed, but they will not experience brief paralysis, but rather lifelong paralysis. Mantingan was forced to do so, so that there would be no more revenge in the future.
Counted 15 ordinary soldiers who Mantingan paralyzed for eternity on the first floor. Finally the young man could breathe a sigh of relief. Thought it was all over.
But his relief did not last long, a moment later he heard the sound of footsteps near the door of the building.
“Value your courage, Young Man.”
The mantan turned his head quickly, finding an old man who entered with a fragile stick in his hand. The old man smiled very warmly, his face exuding calmness.
“Pardon me for not welcoming the Child well. Even for uninvited guests, we are obliged to provide a banquet for you. But what a pity, our banquet tonight has been covered in blood.” The old man stopped walking. Still with his warm smile, he looked around. “The love of my men is not proper enough to welcome the Son, but the Son still compels them to serve the Son. Then let me, as the first grandfather of the Sea Beggar's Society, the Stormy Stick Swordsman, greet you.”
At that time, Mantingan's heart seemed to be about to escape from his position. Hearing the title of Swordsman of the Stormy Stick made him remember the story of Kiai Guru Kedai about the vile swordsman. But for now, there was not enough time for Mantingan to step aside. Then he immediately put up his horses more firmly. Stretching Kiai Guru Kedai to his side.
“Father of the Stormy Stick Swordsman, it's an honor to meet such a vile swordsman like you. And a pride has seen the wooden stick that has taken the lives of five thousand men.” The mantle said coldly. “I would be even more honored if I could kill a demon like Mr. Swordsman.”
The old man laughed in a hoarse voice. Had it not been remembered that the swordsman had killed more than 5,000 humans, then the sound of laughter would have sounded beautiful and wise.
“The child already knows me well. Though I still do not know the identity of Anak.” The old warrior stroked his beard. “So, who is the Son?”
Still in a cold voice, Mantingan replied, “I don't deserve to be recognized by Mr. Swordsman. Then let me hide my identity.”
The Stormy Stick Swordsman stared at Mantingan sharply. That look was just a glimpse. However, Mantingan can read the sign, the swordsman has known himself. As someone who believed in the sign, then Mantingan was quite restless knowing that.
“Then let this old man know nothing of the Son.” Back himself laughed hoarsely. “But as well as the host, any guest must be very well welcomed. However, my heart will feel very sick if the Child does not want to introduce himself.”
“There is no need to talk much, Mr. Swordsman. You clearly know who I am.”
The warrior laughed. "really. True that. But shouldn't manners take precedence? Although the old man has known who you are, the child should still feel the need to introduce yourself.”
“If you mean to weaken my readiness by talking like this, then you should address that intention. Better, we just start everything we need to finish.”
The Storm Spear Swordsman stroked his beard. “For once, you were not taught manners by the Kiai Kedai. Though from what I know, Kiai Kedai is from the White Wind College, and I also know the students of White Wind College are very friendly. They still had time to smile for a moment before I killed them.”
The mantle tightens its teeth. “Alright, Father. Come here, I'll prove what courtesy is in the truest sense.”
“Hmm ... You mean to fight a parent like myself? Really too, too much too. You don't know what courtesy is. My old self still wants to be fought. Moreover, you are a disciple of Kiai Kedai, surely you can read the omens.”
“That's not important, Mr. Swordsman. Now come, attack me!”
“Prove it, Mr.”
“Yes. Attack me, Son.”
“Strike me first, Father, if you are not a nation of cowards.”
The originally calm face quickly flushed out. He stared at Mantingan sharply.
“Discourage yourself, Son. You are the only disciple of Kiai Kedai, surely he has passed down the science of reading omens to you. With that knowledge, you can defeat me very easily!”
“I did not inherit the knowledge from Kiai Guru Kedai, Mr. Pendekar. After all, you've been in the river of the martial lake for far longer than me. Of course you're not afraid of being defeated by a young warrior like me, are you? If it turns out that you are afraid, it is unfortunate, you will only humiliate the middle-class warriors with Mr.”
As Mantingan laughed softly, that was when the Stormy Stick Swordsman grabbed the peak of his anger. “What a lot of bacots! Accept your death!”
The Storm Scepter flashed forward with the staff stretched out. The mantan smiled faintly, feeling it had managed to deceive the Stormy Scepter by igniting his anger.
In the martial lake river, expert warriors who would fight each other would refrain from opening attacks. If expert swordsmen held a fight with other expert warriors, they would be more silent on the spot than fighting. No one wants to be the first warrior to open an attack.
Why so? Often the first attacker will get a trapping style from his opponent. In addition, the first attacker will show his weakness earlier than his opponent.
What the Stormy Stick Swordsman did was foolish. The mantan is able to read the omens. He knew which way the old man would attack. You know where the old man's weakness lies.
But when he accidentally looked into the eyes of the Stormy Stick Swordsman, there Mantingan again read the omen. What a sign he read this time was not a good sign.
The mantan resisted the attack, only fending off the swordsman's attack. Without replying. The Stormy Stick Swordsman slammed back two fathoms after the Mantingan fended him off. Then smile at the swordsman wide.
“You are absolutely capable of reading omens.”
“If you still love life, then tell me where the woman is now.”
The smile that was already wide was again widened. Then he said while occasionally chuckling, “The Neck of the North River Angel that level ... oh, ouchai, beautiful and beautiful. I've never seen a neck like that. I feel sorry if I have to break it with my cane. Son, you can calm down, he's not dead.”
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note:
Cie, who is malming the Musafir :b
