The Musafir

Unexpected Questions

THE MANTLE SMILED WIDE. “Your words have explained what you really are.”

“A stubborn master who knows, is it not clear to you that Sahaya is a black swordsman who certainly does not know manners? Why would you prolong such an uninterested matter? Sahaya did not ask Tuan much to say, sahaya asked for your life to be finished immediately.”

The faint smiling mantle. With a long breath. “Is it clear enough to you that I am dealing directly with death? In times like these, somehow everything feels important enough not to get passed. Even small talk that you think is nonsense, I think is very important. Forgive me. What if we had a little chat before I died?”

The Red Sanca warrior once again took a sip of his horn while smiling cynically. “Are you trying to distract or buy time, Mister?”

The mantle shook slowly and smiled. “Take my sword as a guarantee if I mean anything bad to you.”

The mantan shifts the Kiai Kedai Sword all the way to the side of the table of the Red Sanca Swordsman. Take off the sword completely. Indeed the woman scrunched her forehead confused, not knowing what Mantingan was planning. But with the Kiai Kedai Sword released from Mantingan's hand, then the young man should be very easily defeated.

The Red Sanca warrior drew the sword and looked at the blade. “Purple black, looks hard, but flaccid. Just like the owner.”

The mantan just laughed back at the taunt. “How so, O Red Sanca? Can I talk for a while before I get picked up?”

“Why not, Mister?” he said, “sahaya has a lot of time, and serving customers before his death is my duty.”

The mantel nodded back. “I want to know, what are you?”

Red Sanca warrior raised his eyebrows, shouldn't it be clear what he was?

“Sahaya is a paid swordsman, Mr.”

“And you have been paid to kill me?”

“True, Sir. Why don't you drink or suck a bag to accompany our conversation?”

The mantle shook to avenge him. “Can I tell you to kill the man who ordered you?”

“If Tuan has higher pay.” The girl smiled. “Can you pay me?”

The mantel returned. “Unfortunately, I don't have as much money as you want. But now I have a lesson, that it is true, said my teacher. At times, money can save lives.”

“It's a shame you have to deal with someone like me, Mr.”

Mantian nodded. “How is your mother?”

The Red Sanca warrior again frowned but also raised his eyebrows. Baffled. Question Unexpected manting. Why did Mantingan suddenly ask his mother? Is there anything to do with Mantingan so the young man asked about it? Is Mantingan an old acquaintance of his mother?

Suddenly the table was kicked and instantly floated. Floated towards the Red Sanca Swordsman when the woman was completely off guard! Meanwhile, Mantingan was smiling all over because I was the one who kicked the table.

The Red Sanca warrior bought an eye and soon realized the Mantingan's deceit, but he was unable to avoid the wooden table that was a short distance away from his face.

Time seems to slow down. Mantingan saw the Red Sanca Swordsman looking at him hatefully. The table still continued to drift towards him unavoidably.

That was how Mantingan launched an attack in less than a blink of an eye after making his opponent confused about what kind of question to answer. The mantel so shrewd turned things around. Who would have thought to have been asked the news of his parents in the crucial moments between life and death?

No one would have thought. And something outside of reality always creates confusion which results in neglect.

The Red Sanca warrior did not seem to have much time to think, so he decided to smash the table that shot towards him at high speed instead of looking for a way to dodge.

However, the table went at a very high speed. Swordsman like that woman would definitely be injured if hit by such a big object. The Red Sanca swordsman stretched out his arms and his clasped fingers to form a palm. The tread hit the surface of the table, sending it smashed into pieces.

Even though the table had been crushed into thousands of pieces, but the pieces of wood still drove at high speed, scraping all over the body of the Red Sanca Swordsman front. The woman had hundreds of small wounds that, though not deep and harmless, were still painful.

Meanwhile, the Mantingan immediately launched a Blood Wind Palm attack shortly after the table was destroyed. The Mantingan did not have mercy on his enemy, even though it was a woman. The tread attack was apparently so surprising Red Sanca Swordsman who had not had time to pull his arm back. The woman took a backward leap.

The mantang chased after him by snapping forward. Passing through wood chips that have not yet fallen to the ground. Stripped his right arm forward, again launching a Blood Wind Palm attack.

That was how the two hovered in the air while reciprocating sending a tread attack. Their speed had surpassed the speed of lightning, so that all the movements it made could not be caught by the eyes of a layman.

The shop building was almost destroyed after receiving dozens of tread styles from both sides. No doubt, the shop will fall. But the two warriors did not move at all. The fight continued inside the store.

***

The SANCA Red SWORDSman released a burst of smoke from his shell after stopping the site attack. Mantingan did not know what smoke was released, so he chose to immediately avoid the smoke. What happens if the smoke turns out to be poisonous?

But the smoke seems to have been directed not deliberately to the Mantingan, but to Golek Soul who is still pecking near the entrance. The smoke rushed like a hot cloud from the mountain, into a niche above the head of the golek. After that, the Red Sanca Swordsman sent out dozens of black needles that shot along with his tread attack.

Of course the Mantingan avoid rather than fend it off. Kiai Kedai sword is still in the hands of the opponent. While fending off dozens of poisonous needles without swords was not easy, at least Mantingan had to issue two windy site attacks. Obviously it will waste energy in.

But the decision Mantingan made this time was a big mistake. When he dodged, the Red Sanca Swordsman made use of it to dart away from him. Now the woman is standing behind Golek Psyche. Her breath.

Mantingan slumped himself right in the middle of the room. Unlike the Red Sanca Swordsman, his breathing was still regular. Though he was the one who put out more energy in than Pendekar Sanca Merah.