The Musafir

The End of the Battle

MANTINGAN STILL closed his eyes when he felt like the wind was blowing stronger and stronger. The fishy scent of blood delivered by the wind reached his nose.

The mantel exhales slowly.

Is this the blood of the opponent, or is it the blood of a friend?

What he next breathed was the scent of the blood of the North River Angel who failed to survive due to his immersion here? Crying over Kana and Kina who were lying stiff with blood? Then after regretting, their shadows present became a nightmare for him?

They'll be like Rara. Even tickled him worse.

“No I'll let it all happen.” Manten opened his eyelids and stared intently at the sea of enemies in front of him, like a hungry tiger while staring at fresh meat. “No I'll let ...”

“You don't love me, Mantingan?” Rara's voice was half-screaming. “You love the girl more than Champa?”

The mantle looked at him. Found the virgin with a pale white face like a corpse. Eye bags like not getting a month's sleep. The tears that flowed were similar to mountain springs, non-stop. His lips were about to say a word, but it shook violently.

“As a swordsman, I must be willing to be a creature without love.” The mantle drew the Sword of Kiai Kedai that was stuck in the ground. He was raised at chest level to the enemy. “My battle is not in the name of love, but in the name of kindness. Then forgive me, Rara. I had to betray my love for you.”

After Mantingan said like that, he darted forward. The roar of the wind accompanied his incision. The enemy forces did not think at all that the young man could move so quickly when he had been crushed helplessly. Because too fast, they could not avoid the invasion of Mantingan.

The young man flashed over the sea of warriors who were fighting. Throwing hundreds of poisonous needles towards the enemy swordsman, which would instantly kill if not avoided. The Mantin also sent dozens of Magic Throw-shaped trappers to ensnare his enemies. Only then did the Kiai Kedai Sword get its share.

The enemy warriors collapsed as Mantings flashed on them while carrying swords. Dozens, even hundreds of heads detached from the trunk of his neck. Mantingan did not hesitate to kill the warriors who came from the Lodge of the Land, in the belief that the misery would increase if they were allowed to live.

However, facing a low-level swordsman feels too wasteful of energy. So look for a high-skilled swordsman to be his opponent.

The high-skilled warriors immediately broke out in cold sweat when they saw Mantingan move towards them. At first they still felt safe because the Mantan only attacked the swordsmen of the level of crumbs, but after the Mantingan changed their mind, how else could they calm down?

They threw tens to hundreds of poisonous needles towards Mantingan, feeling no need to care if they hit his friends. They believe that small sacrifices are needed to achieve a great goal. Unfortunately, their goal is to protect themselves.

The mantle does not change direction or reduce its speed. His left hand was stretched forward in the shape of a tread. From the site, a wind shield was created that deflected all the poisonous needles and slid them back towards the enemy swordsman.

Seeing the Mantingan speeding unstoppably, the warriors began to drift in any direction to avoid the Mantingan, with the intention that the Mantingan only chased one of them. They hoped for luck so that the Mantingan did not chase after him. However, Mantingan does not need to do that to beat them all.

Taking an empty throw from the storage box with the whistleblower, then writing a powerful enough attacking spell, he managed to complete it no more than a blink of an eye. When the lontar is broken, the luminous characters fly towards the warriors who run from it. So fast, these characters only appear to be a flash of light.

With the Kiai Kedai Sword in his hand, the Mantin crushed the warriors. No less easy than flipping a palm. The warriors fell to the ground in a headless state. The appearance immediately made the other warriors' fighting spirit decline. The loss of the strongest warriors immediately made them lose hope of continuing the battle.

The opposite happened to the Taruma Buffalo Warrior who was getting excited after seeing the fall of the strongest warriors from the enemy. Then Mantingan had already guessed what happened next.

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THE ENEMY suffered a crushing defeat. What do hundreds of warriors mean against the eighty strongest warriors of the Tarumanagara and White Wind College?

Nevertheless, there are still dozens of enemy warriors who choose to survive. They are surrounded on all sides. There's no way to get out of that siege. While Cakravarman ordered the Taruma Buffalo Warrior to withstand the attack. Clearly his intention was to capture dozens of Land Lodging warriors and pry information about their group.

As is well known, the Land Inn is a secret underground network. No matter how small the information about Land Lodging is needed Tarumanagara to crush the group. Looking at the dozens of desperate Earth Lodging warriors, was like looking at a pile of treasure.

Meanwhile, the Mantingan was just watching the course of the battle from a tall tree. The young man sat down and leaned against a large branch. Kiai Kedai's sword was sheathed and was next to his hand. He wanted to see what the enemy warriors would do under siege.

There was no way they would just decide to give up. The sword in his hand is to be ready.

But presumably, the estimation of the Mantingan this time streaked. All the enemy warriors laid their weapons on the ground. Starting from swords, throwing daggers, flying knives, to poisonous needles. The mantan took a deep breath, rather pleased to see the warriors surrender so that there was no unnecessary gunfight.

But they made a move again after lowering the weapon. Mantingan squinted his eyes to see what they were doing. His breath was restrained when he saw the warriors sticking an intricately carved palm on their bodies.

Mantingan knows that the thrower they are sticking is not an ordinary thrower. While all Taruma soldiers apparently no one realized this. Not waiting any longer, the mantle flashed as quickly as possible.

“Rushing away! They're going to explode!”

The cry of the Mantingan was accompanied by a deep energy so that it echoed loudly. The entire Taruma Buffalo Warrior was still waiting for orders from the Cakravarman while the Jakawarman and six white masked soldiers had flashed away.

After Cakravarman gave his mark, all of his soldiers flashed backwards.

The words of Mantingan proved the truth. The throws on the bodies of the warriors were glowing brightly before finally exploding. Dust and rocks flying. The shockwave subdued the expanse of grass. The mantang in the air can feel the heat of the suicide blast.