The Musafir
Three Beggars from the North
“Bapak Pendekar, know that I will not hesitate anymore if you touch the woman. Now, tell me where he is!”
THE STORM WAND WARRIOR laughed loudly. This time his laughter no longer sounded friendly. Raunchy. Mantangan drain the amount of energy in the not a little to his ears. Clearly he knew that the laughter was no ordinary laughter.
“I have never experienced this kind of humiliation before,” said the old swordsman after stopping laughing. “But in the end, you made me taste this disgrace. Really too, when I don't want to taste it. You know what you'll get after doing all this?”
The mantingan held back his anger. He chose not to imagine the state of the North River Angel. Because it can provoke him to act rashly. The young man felt he had to remain calm, despite the worst circumstances. So he said without anger, “I don't understand the way you think, Father. In my opinion, you are not in a favorable position. You know that I can read the signs, right?”
“Obviously I know that, Son. You have been cheating on an old man like me. Barbarians shameless.”
“I will not discourage the steps of the goods just a little, Father. So, why didn't you let go of the North River Angel before I changed my mind?”
“Why would an old man like me have to comply with a wish for a snot like you?”
The cold smiling mantle. “Be aware once again, Father is not in a favorable position. Presumably fate is not scolding the Father. I have tried to be courteous by offering peace, which is more beneficial to you than myself.”
The Stormy Stick Swordsman laughed softly as he stroked his long beard. “More profitable again if I get a virgin as beautiful as the Midwife of the North River.”
“Father does not have to bother kidnapping the North River Angel to get ransom from others. Get that woman, I'll give you 15,000 pieces of gold for ransom.”
“Hahahaha! A very tempting offer in the eyes of many people, Son. But not at all tempting in my eyes. To the extent that I want to vomit after you say it.” The old man raised his staff to point at the Mantingan. “Hai, know! I didn't kidnap her for ransom. I saw the virgin beauty .. ouhai, like an angel of alms coming down to earth. Oh, I can't really let go of him for 15,000 gold pieces. Compared to the Northern River Angel, all that money would seem like useless pennies."
The mantel holds his smile wide. Not a happy smile. It was a smile of anger. The great anger is not the reeds of the braids!
“As long as my life is still conceived the body, Father will not be able to have the Angel of the North River.”
“That's why I went to this abject place, Son. I've come to cut your life.” The Storm Scepter replied to him with a big smile. “In order to have an Angel of the North River without troublemakers.”
The smiling mantle is getting wider. “Then, what if I kill you first?”
“Child, it's legal. Because in an inter-warrior fight, death has become commonplace.”
The coat reassembled his horses. Before actually attacking, he said, “I think this is more than just fighting fellow warriors.”
“Yes. If you consider this not a fight among warriors, then there is no regulation of the river of martial will among us. This old man will use every means to defeat you, Son!”
Manten snapped his legs firmly. His body slid forward, Kiai Guru Kedai sharply unsheathed. Breaking air. The Stormy Stick Swordsman did not move from his position in the least, instead of smiling widely.
Three times sparks sprinkled in the room. The mantle dragged backwards. Sword vibrates. His hand went numb after facing three shock attacks. Manten raised his gaze. Three parobaya warriors stood not far in front of him. The three stared at the ferocious Mantingan by unsheathing the malleable.
Mantingan then stared intently at the Stormy Stick Swordsman before saying equally sharply, “Only big cowards like imbalances.”
Not angry, the old swordsman laughed out loud. “This Are Three Beggars from the North. If you knew, they were three friends who were immune to the rules. And didn't I just say, I will use all means to defeat you. No matter with balanced fight, or with unbalanced fight.”
The mantan smiled faintly, just like his vague movements when taking out some Attacker Magic Throw from within his coffers.
Without saying much more, Mantingan threw out five pieces of Eagle-Trapping Magic Throw as well as a Light Magic Throw. Six of those throws sped so fast. The Stormy Stick Swordsman and the Three Beggars from the North could only prepare a sword to fend off the entire toss.
However, they had not expected before if the six throws were to explode in midair. When the light blinds the eyes.
But for them, it was not a defeat.
As trained warriors, they knew how to get out of the battle rink with their eyes closed.
Still unsheathed, they jumped back in unison. They clearly sensed that his body was only moving a few steps. Something has held them back.
That was when Mantingan attacked. Although the webs from his spell were quite disturbing, at least he still had a clear vision. Without having to linger any longer, the Mantingan fought one of the warriors closest to him.
The mantan still has to face the stalks of his opponent. Although the truth is, the Mantingan did not hold all the strength.
All abilities he has given.
Amazingly, his opponent relied on sharp hearing to track the direction of Mantingan's attack.
Only trained warriors could fend off consecutive attacks simply by utilizing their hearing and alertness. There was no doubt how experienced the Three Beggars from the Mantingan North were. Perhaps, there were already countless more how many battles they had participated in.
However, in any case, Mantingan still outperformed the position. After finding a slight defensive gap from the swordsman, the Mantian slipped his sword inside. The heart reaches to the back. After the sword was removed, the swordsman collapsed lifelessly.
The mantis switched towards the remaining three opponents, but fighting them would not be as easy as expected. The impact of the Light Magic Throw had disappeared, so their blind eyes had temporarily regained their sight.
They saw his friend covered in blood. As expert swordsmen they do not easily provoke his anger and act rashly. As for the attitude of the expert warriors, they darted towards the same place to form a defensive line.
