The Musafir

Escape of the Stormy Stick Swordsmen; Siege of Hundreds of Swordsmen

THEY FORMED a triangular-patterned defensive line, with the Stormy Stick Swordsman standing in the front row, while the other two warriors were behind him.

Undaunted by the slightest item, Mantingan pushed his legs forward. The Sword of Kiai Kedai was stretched out beside him. It was then that his opponents also charged forward.

There was an unbalanced clash between Mantingan and the Sea Beggar Association. The mantan really could not defeat his opponents easily, even though he made use of a lot of Magic Throws.

Several times his body was almost blown away by the poisonous blades of his opponent. Several times he was forced to go in and out of the building to defend his life. However, none of his attacks could threaten the lives of the three warriors.

The Spells used various Attacker Magic Throws and Trapper Magic Throws to outwit their opponents, but they were unwilling to let their guard down for the second time. Therefore, instead of wasting Magic Throw, the Mantin began to attack his opponent with just sword arts.

Actually, Mantingan is just mastering the science of swordsmanship without mastering a single sword style. Previously he thought to master empty-handed science rather than armed science. But against three expert warriors at once like this, Mantingan became aware that he still needed armed skills.

But it was impossible for him to study a book while he was engaged in a life-threatening fight. The only thing he could do now was to try his best.

The Mantin took out some empty Attacker Magic Throw, then he wrote down the difficult pantuns on all the palm leaves. While writing, the Mantingan can only dodge, without being able to fend off let alone attack.

After taking a few steps back, Mantingan immediately threw an elaborate pantun-filled toss into the air. As if thrown is not a ejection sheet, but the luminous Pallawa characters!

His three opposing warriors were unprepared for such an attack. They can only jump backwards while destroying the characters that fly towards them. But for nothing they do, the pantun composed of characters still hit their bodies without mercy. The explosion of light was created three times. Disperse view.

Three of his opponents staggered. The Manten attack did not cause any injury to their skin, but it did damage the internal organs. No doubt the pain caused is much more terrible.

Utilizing the state of his opponents off guard, the Spell flashed to attack. Tearing the wind with the Sword Kiai Kedai unsheathed. Whatever happens, he must be able to defeat all three of his opponents. If he died here, then somehow the fate of the Northern River Angel.

As an experienced figure, the three warriors had expected a Mantingan attack. Often they face warriors who will only attack after successfully defeating their opponents.

He swatted his sword in all directions. It doesn't matter if the sword is about his friend. For them, nothing is more important than their own safety.

Even if their movement would threaten the safety of their friends, but if it could protect themselves, then those people would be willing to do so. That's the rules of the game that all black warriors understand.

That's how Mantingan still advanced even though his three opponents were circling like a spinning sword.

When Mantingan increase his speed one fold, then that's where the entire movement of the opponent seems to slow down as if it can be stabbed at any time.

The mantant pushed his body towards one of the warriors who seemed to be in the most pain after being struck by magic characters.

That guy's off guard. Mantingan stabbed his heart. Very easily. So quickly death occurs, as if life is a completely meaningless thing.

The mantle suddenly thought. If the swordsman he killed was an adult, then how many experiences had that person had during his life in the world? How many hundreds of bags of rice did he spend? How many footsteps did he make? How long did he learn to walk? And most importantly, how many people love him? Doesn't everyone have a precious story worth keeping?

And now, the Mantingan killed him very easily and quickly. It wasn't as easy as her mother giving birth to that person. It wasn't as easy as her mother was when she was pregnant with that person. And it is not as easy as that person in living a dark life.

Despite that, Mantingan still felt it was better to kill this swordsman in front of him. Instead he ended other wonderful stories—that are not worth ending.

The mantan drove towards the other swordsman. And once again, he can take the life of his opponent quickly and easily. Spike right in the heart of your opponent. The mantan left his opponent still standing pensively as if nothing had happened, heading towards the last remaining swordsman. Storm Stick Swords.

The mantle drove up the wind. Staring intently at the leader of the Sea Beggar's Society. How he actually saw was not a human, but a demon, so the Mantingan was determined to crush him.

But presumably, the Stormy Stick Swordsman managed to recover his internal injuries using Prana power, so the swordsman had darted towards the window, away from Mantingan.

It was inconceivable what would happen if the vile swordsman managed to escape. It was easy to guess that the old man would vent his vengeful flames on the deaths of the Three Swordsmen from the North towards the White Wind College.

Imagining the calamity that would occur if the swordsman attacked his college, Mantingan's chest was filled with rumbling. It was like a great storm had occurred in it.

The mantis stomped on the floor one more time before speeding away folds faster. Don't let the Stormy Stick Swordsman escape. Don't make!

***

BOTH ARE LIKE angry people. One attacks, the other runs away. The bodies of the two warriors had turned into mere black shadows. For both are dressed in black, like two black warriors who kill each other.

The Stormy Stick Swordsman managed to escape through the window. The mantan did not lose hope, because his speed was slightly above the old swordsman.

But something unexpected had happened, the Storm Wand Swordsman suddenly just closed the shutters. The movement of his hands was so fast that it could not be caught by the eyes of the Mantingan.

Without being held back, he smashed the shutters into a thousand pieces of wood.

The collision, however, had reduced his speed quite a lot. The Storm Scepter had been far away from him. Darting in the darkness of the forest. The mantan does not want to lose track of the swordsman, but when it is in the air, and nothing can be used as a foothold, then the speed will not be increased and even slowed down.

The mantel waited until he stepped on the earth.

But again an unexpected event occurred, appearing hundreds of shadows from within the bush. The heart of the Mantingan was clear, as if sulking destiny. The shadows darted around the Mantingan, encircling it.

Manten could hardly believe what he saw. Hundreds of shadows means hundreds of warriors. Although Mantingan saw them as low-skilled warriors. And like street beggars, their bodies are emaciated, their clothes are tattered—there are even some who are not wearing clothes. Their appearance is that of the Astacandalas.

The Mantingan withdrew his intention of chasing after the Stormy Stick Swordsman. Facing directly with hundreds of warriors can not be taken lightly. Even though he faced weak warriors, it does not mean they are not dangerous if there are many!

***

The beggar-looking swordsman looked at Mantingan while licking his lips. It was as if he was looking at a roasted forest chicken after weeks of not eating. Some of them immediately pulled out the weapon—yang even though it was rusty but still used, and some others rely on bare-handed science.

With his skill at reading omens, it was clear to Mantingan that the hundreds of warriors before him were masters of coercion. Coercion warriors are the lay people who are forced to walk the short path. Forced breeders are likened to the lowest caste among all short-lived castes.

They, the masters of coercion, do not walk the path of shortness reasonably. They did not stay together for a very long time, nor did they have much difficulty practicing under the pressure of a teacher. They drank the potion to get the energy in practically. Indeed, by drinking the potion it does not take more than a day to become a swordsman. However, drinking the herb is not without high rewards. Those who drank the potion to become masters of coercion would not be able to thrive anymore. Their ability only got there—after they drank the potion.

But this time, Mantingan did not have much time to think about the swordsman of coercion. Although in fact there are still many things that concern the identity of the swordsman of compulsion. Now the warriors were seen before his eyes. And of course, with bad intentions.

No matter how much inferior they are to the Mantingan, killing them is the most humiliating massacre, so the young man offers peace. But thinking of the safety of the North River Angel, Mantingan realized that he could not linger.

“If I am not mistaken, all of you are members of the Sea Beggars Association?”

One of them said loudly in a disrespectful tone, “Yes! Right that! You know that already? We are famous! Come on you, culvert, let us ****!”

His words were responded with laughter from hundreds of warriors around him. The mantan took his breath, still intending to offer peace. And if not accepted, then the Mantingan will not hesitate to destroy them.

“If you know, then your position here is not at all profitable. You are not opponents to me. Get rid of it if you don't want the blood to water the ground tonight."

“You say great people only. The pride of the precious people we do not like. And after all, your head is prized dearly by the Stormy Stick Swordsman. We reject your damaimu application.”

The mantang took a deep breath, but not to sigh, but rather to shout loudly. “ALSO YOU!”

They were shouting loudly. Combat shouting. The entire hearing of the Mantingan was filled by the sound of that shout. But once again stressed, he was undaunted. They advance simultaneously.

The mantel forward anyway. Kiai Kedai sword is attached to the right side. The mantle darted towards the away Swordsman of the Stormy Stick.

Soon, the Sword of the Kiai Shop was washed away by blood.

It was not that Mantingan was too eager* to kill the beggars in front of him, but it was indeed not an easy matter to avoid the hundreds of warriors who attacked him from all directions. When Mantingan wants to shoot up into the sky to avoid unnecessary fighting, there will come some swordsman to chop his head from above, and some are pulling his legs down.

The young man could only continue to run forward, towards the blurred Storm Wand Swordsman. It is impossible to avoid murder. In desperate times like these, the Mantings were not fast enough to knock out their opponents, whereas they had to be stopped anyway. The only way is to kill.

Mantingan's vision was indeed covered in the body of warriors who seemed endless, but his ears could hear the sounds of greatness outside the circle of battle. The mantel held its breath as the prowess increased, not stopped. Hundreds of other warriors, back.

The mantle adds speed in each of its movements. Whatever it is, it does it very quickly. Run, take a breath, make up. Not much time. He did not want anything bad to happen to the North River Angel.

“Do not ... ever ... touch it!!!”

The mantel shouted furiously. Furious. Nothing is more angry than his anger. Let out all pent-up anger. And the fire of his fury had set his fighting spirit.

The mantan no longer cares about the fate of his enemies. He ripped their bodies with his sharp sword. It's so soft, it's like cutting tofu.

The mantan no longer cared for his clothes which grew darker due to the blood of the enemy. No matter the face that no longer looks like a human face. He came and was seen as a god of life.

Quickly, the Mantingan drove. He began to enter the forest. But misfortune seems to be reaching him, hundreds of other warriors come. The sea of man is endless.

There were already countless how many murders the Mantingan had committed. In his mind, there was only the Northern River Angel. He really did not think that the enemy he killed however still human.

The mantle continued to shoot forward. Swordsmen who tried to block it would be killed. However, there were still hundreds of warriors who flocked to approach Mantingan.

They are trying their luck. If one of them managed to sink the weapon when Mantingan off guard, and get the young man killed, it will get a lot of money to change fate. Who were beggars, became treasurers who rented lots of flowers, then sucked out until they returned to begging. They are not at all proud of their fate, so they should want to change their fate even if it means death.

But none of them found that luck. Every time they wanted to slip a weapon into the body of the Mantang, then their arms would be cut off, or the worse option would be to be killed.

The mantel does not see who the opponent is. Whether it is young or old. If they intend to block it, then he will assume they are ready to face the sharp blade of the Kiai Kedai Sword.

Not once did the Mantingan step back. He always makes a move forward. Behind him will always be filled with the bodies of warriors. Be piled. It was a sign of where his feet were going. Like a snail that when crawling leaves mucus behind it.

That's how Mantingan kept on speeding while killing. The meaning between the two can be different. It was possible, once again just possible, that Mantingan killed as it continued to advance. However, that does not mean he enjoys all the killing. Only, he was unconscious. Again it is emphasized that Mantingan's mind is filled with the North River Angel.

The mantel feels his opponents have stepped aside. There was not a single warrior standing in his way. Hence, the Mantings immediately flashed forward. Without him realizing, that the warriors were not out of the way, but had run out.

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These are two episodes combined. Whole word: 2091.

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