The Musafir

Letter Sender Swordsman

ALTHOUGH the state of the night can still be said to be pitch dark even though the moon shimmered above the sky, the hill culminating three was finally found.

The hill was visible from a distance. Reflected by a yellowish and silvery full light. Mantingan and Cana quickly moved towards the hill because the night was so late.

When they arrived at the foot of the hill, the two stopped for a moment to just have a final conversation. No one knows what their fate will be like. There was no guarantee that the Mantingan would win the battle and come out alive. That conversation could be the last conversation.

“You can only see from a distance,” Mantingan said in a serious tone. “Whatever happens, never come close! This is my commandment that you can no longer refute.”

“I understand, Kakanda. This time, I won't argue.” Kana nodded her head, although her hands were very itchy trying out the metal sword Dara had given her before they left.

“And if something happens, then run as far as possible. If it is not possible to run, then hide. If it is not possible to hide, make an offer of peace. If that's not possible, then fight. Do you understand my words, Kana?”

Under the moonlight, Kana nodded her head steadily. “I understand Kakanda.”

Mantingan smiled with satisfaction then patted the boy on the shoulder before finally flashed away from the foothills towards the top of the middle hill. How after Mantingan arrived on it, the scenery was much more pleasant to see. Moreover, the top of the hill he was walking on was not overgrown by a single tree on it.

But until now, Mantingan still did not see the figure of the swordsman who challenged him. No one stands on any of the three peaks other than Mantingan himself.

Did the sender of the letter just want to deceive him? Or just want to trap him from behind when he was not alert at all?

The mantle won't let that happen. So instead of loosening his vigilance, Mantingan just add to it. Taken by him Kiai Kedai Sword which is still not installed locknya.

However, the opponent could attack him at any time. Mantingan did not want to lose his vigilance because the letter his opponent sent contained polite words. Today, the martial world no longer upholds honesty and honor. Replaced by a ruse that was completely unfathomable for his actions. Mantingan guard himself and alertness if he is faced with such an opponent.

The dry season wind brings dry air, which however dry it is still cool to the bone marrow. The moon continues to glow in the sky, accompanied by hundreds of stars that are no less beautiful. The coyote howled high and long, filling the silence of the night.

The mantel exhales for the umpteenth time. He could not leave this place so easily, which was the same as leaving danger for the Northern River Angel. Because in the letter sent by his opponent, in addition to containing a challenge, also contains a threat. If Mantingan left the man in a state of dissatisfaction, then the safety of the North River Angel, Kina, and the entire consort could be threatened.

The mantle is still waiting. No matter how strong the east wind hits it. His robe and hair fluttered like a flag in a storm.

Until it came when the Science of Hearing Dew Drops heard a sound at the foot of the hill. Obviously this is not the sound produced by Kana, because clearly he knows how the child creates sound. Moreover, this voice came from the opposite direction from where Kana was.

The sound of greatness was so quick to climb the hill. It hardly makes a sound. If only Mantingan did not immediately master the Science of Hearing Dew Drops given by Kiai Guru Kedai, then of course he could not hear the sound of that greatness!

It was not his hair that was fluttering in the wind, but a white beard that was so long. Perhaps the length of the beard would touch his waist if only the wind did not blow strong at this time.

It was seen that the figure did not highlight the sword on his back or on his waist. However, the figure hung a lot of coffers on his body. Approximately, there are dozens to dozens of coffers.

Mantingan then thought although the enemy had clearly seen in his view. He had heard that the swordsman who hung a lot of coffers on his body and without carrying a sword at all, it is certain that the swordsman was a poison master or expert in throwing flying knives.

The second possibility is the most likely. Sebak if the figure at the top of the hill north is the sender of the letter, then his skill throwing a knife is very dangerous for Mantingan!

Look at the two meeting. It was as if it was the opening attack before the clang of the weapon occurred. So sharp, it was as if flying swords and knives were no longer needed to kill each other.

Open a speech, “You are the Hero Man?”

Although the voice was hoarse, it was enough to jarring to the corners of the hill. The night wind cannot break it. Mantingan squinted his eyes, knowing that the voice was accompanied by an enormous deep energy.

So Mantingan replied, also accompanied by energy in, “True, Mr. Pendekar. People used to call me that.”

Not long after, there was a reply sound from a sepuh figure at the end there. “When another swordsman gets a nickname based on his special powers, you actually get a nickname based on his lunge. Much more honorable above all the nicknames of swordsman.”

Mantingan. Did the old man mean to praise her or what?

“Kurasa, there is no need for me to mention my nickname for now. Because then, you can guess what my special power is like. I want this fight to be balanced and exciting. At the very least, give an omnipresent fight before this old man is invited to die.”

The mantle shrieked his forehead. “Bapak Pendekar, Sahaya does not know what you mean to challenge Sahaya. If you do not want to mention names or nicknames, at least give answers to your intentions to challenge and threaten the danger.”

“Hoho, a meticulous young swordsman. You are somewhat different from most young warriors who are always in a hurry to meet an old opponent like me.”

Of course Mantingan felt himself not being careful. For even though the old man looked old and completely helpless, but he kept a great power behind that pitiful look. From the way he appeared at the peak of the evidence all of a sudden, and from the way he spoke that blared all over the hill, could Mantingan underestimate that person?