The Musafir

The Trust to Beat the Opponent

HOW ON the sidelines of his breath one or two, the Red Sanca Swordsman still had time to sing a cynical smile towards Mantingan. Still his lips flank putung cangklong. “Kukira Tuan will not cheat no matter what the circumstances.”

The mantingan only returned it with a faint smile.

“Actually, Sir,” said back, “sahaya very do not want to get involved a fight with Mr. But even if it is to be done, then I will do it with pleasure.” He stopped for a second. “And, Sir, please forgive if later the danger takes your life with the sword of your own Master.”

The mantan does not answer but prepares his horses. Also seen Swordsman Sanca Merah prepare a counter-attack by raising both hands. The mantle narrowed his eyes. Knowing that the movement is often done by golek controllers. Golek Soul in front of the swordsman who is now starting to move.

It was unlucky for the fate of the Mantingan this time. His teacher had only taught him a little about how to control the Soul Golek and not how to avoid the Soul Golek attack.

Golek Soul's ability is very terrible, can be equivalent to expert swordsman— depending on the quality of the materials and spells of the golek made. Mantingan knows that he is currently dealing directly with one of the Soul Golek that is equivalent to an expert swordsman.

Golek Soul extended his hand sharply to the back—really a movement that humans cannot make. The Red Sanca Swordsman handed the shop Kiai Sword to that hand. With the sound of crisp wood chips, the golek pointed the blade of Kiai Kedai Sword towards Mantingan.

Swordsman Sanca Merah raised his hands again before saying with a smile on his back, “If you continue this and endanger my life, then the Angel of the North River may die because of you. Are you sure you will continue this ... or, just kill yourself Mr?”

The mantle laughed coldly. “I'm more sure I can kill you! You will die in my hands! No you are strong enough to win me!”

Mantingan speech that is as cold as haimmun and as sharp as mountain rock is able to thrill the soul of Red Sanca Swordsman. The fur of his horse bristles. Really makes the girl anxious not play. The Red Sanca Swordsman had tasted a bit of Mantingan ability and he could not take it lightly. What would happen if the Mantingan used all of its power?

So before the Red Sanca Swordsman deployed the Soul Golek before the Mantingan read the signs of his fear.

Mantingan looked at Golek Soul the size of an adult human who was now darting towards him, there really was not the slightest look of fear in his eyes. He felt he could control the situation. I don't want to think too bad to think. In the end, this is called trust!

The mantle darted away, surrounding the room. Golek Soul still continued to chase after him, even gradually began to catch up with him. The mantan does not shake the item a little, even though the sword is in the hands of the enemy and instead turns to attack him. The young man took out a piece of Magic Throw that had many strokes of characters on it. The mantle pinches the lontar between its middle finger and index finger. Draining energy in large quantities. The thrower gave off a bluish light.

“Mantra Lightning Melting Stone!” The mantan shouted loudly when the Soul Golek was about to reach it.

A moment later and unexpectedly, the room was lit up with a loud, frenetic explosion. The mantle closes its eyes when it happens. The Red Sanca warrior closed his eyes instinctively.

When they opened their eyes at about the same time, they saw the scattered parts of the Soul Part. In addition, the Kiai Kedai Sword was stuck on the floor with a burning red blade like it had been roasted.

Swordsman Sanca Merah smiled and said in a strange tone, “Tuan cast a spell on Master's sword? I really didn't expect this before. But after all, Master has destroyed one of my toys.”

The mantel raised his eyebrows. “Heh, do you still have anything else?”

Red Sanca warriors sip the hornbill and exhale the smoke. A moment later, two Wood Tiger-shaped Soul Goleks charged forward simultaneously. The mantle immediately flashed towards the falling of his sword. Betting speed. Not in the least he glanced at the two wooden tigers that shot out in high speed towards him. It was just his sword that he saw, because that was his goal!

Mantingan managed to grab the hilt of his sword just before the two tigers tore apart his body. He jolted his legs far back as well as thrust out dozens of Attacker Magic Throws. Two wooden tigers were controlled to dodge, changing their direction to the right and to the left. In the end, the dozens of Magic Throws only hit and destroyed part of the shop floor.

The mantel set its foot on the floor. Staring intently at his opponent. Kiai Guru Kedai Sword attached. It was as if it would destroy anyone who dared to approach him.

The Red Sanca warrior wore a calm countenance, although the face-tailed mantingan did not represent his feelings. The woman was seen again sipping her shell before saying, “Master, Sahaya actually really dislikes this. We speak more than fight. But for the sake of peace, sir, Sahaya will make an offer like yang—”

“As earlier?” Mantings cutting. “I also do not like to fight while talking, but I have to say once again, that I feel I can beat you.”

“All right, all right, all right! If indeed it has become your verdict, then that was the last offer.”

From behind the window, the twinkling of dozens of Golek Souls various forms and weaponry. The mantle retreated a few steps as the goleks began to fill the room. He must keep the safest distance.

Appears the voice of Swordsman Sanca Red, which only sounds because his body is covered by a crowd of Golek Soul, “There are last words?”

“Have this whole golek because I smell bad aroma.”

The mantle extended his two palms forward. From there the wind blows. The room that was as quiet as without life was filled with the rumbling of the wind. Air-tear.

The look on the face of the Red Sanca Swordsman turned sharp. He moved his fingers. Dozens of Golek Soul simultaneously close themselves. As if protecting each other from the artificial storm winds Mantingan.

“Why, O Red Sanca Swordsman? Isn't even a storm wind unable to damage your hard goleks immeasurably?”

The Red Sanca warrior did not answer. He focused his mind on his goleks that were still gathered. However, there is an oddity, where the woman still sucks her shell, even doing it much faster than before.

In response to that, Mantingan twisted his two hands in all directions, resulting in the roaring wind getting faster and louder.

As a result, the shop building is now completely destroyed. Debris carried by the wind. The sound of a wood fracture filled Mantingan's ears. The wind blew away everything in the building except the floor!

Still with two arms outstretched, the Mantingan advanced step by step. Being under wind pressure this strong makes him have to work hard to just walk.