The Musafir
The Battle of Reflecting the Flying Knife
“I put a lot of fun on you. Rather, you will give me a beautiful ending, unlike other young warriors who claim to have high talent, talk a lot, but eventually die in my blade. So based on that consideration, I will be happy to give you the answer to your question.”
FROM THOSE WORDS that say that many young warriors died in the blade of his flying knife, there is no doubt that the old man was indeed an expert in the art of throwing flying knives.
“I am an old man. You must have seen it so clearly, right? My voice almost resembles a night insect. Serak right! But even though it is old like this, I have not yet met the perfection that I have been looking for.”
The mantel drew a cold breath. What kind of perfection does he mean? Would that perfection for him be to be killed in the hands of a warrior far stronger than him? If that were the case, then this old man still maintained the true purpose of the short path.
The swordsman then continued, “Times I have perfected the life of a swordsman, but no opponent has perfected my life. I knew very well that they had been trying to perfect my life, desperately fighting to kill me. But my strength is too strong to lose to them.
“By challenging you, Hero Man, I hope my life can be perfected in this place. Under this silvery full moon. Watered by the soothing night wind. Wouldn't that be a very beautiful ending?”
But Mantingan did not have a consensus view, but he chose to be silent. No matter what the person's purpose is, if it still endangers the safety of his loved ones, the Mantingan will not hesitate to scour him.
“Pardon me for feeling the need to threaten you. Actually, this old man has no other way to get your attention. I really had to do the thing I know is completely commendable.”
“What can be dangerous to do for Father?” Mantingan asked even though the answer was clearly correct.
“Fight with me, and fight to kill myself wherever you can.”
“What if the peril does not obey you, Mr?”
“Then I forced the threat to become reality.”
The mantel took a deep breath. The Sword of Kiai Kedai. “Sahaya will comply with your request if you promise not to hurt those closest to Sahaya.”
“Truly petty and evil once if the peril think even to do it. If you lose here, then all our business is done here. Your body I will give pancaka from the best logs in, and I will burn you when the scenery is beautiful.”
The mantan will not be confused about how the body will be treated after the soul has left the body. However, Mantingan felt happy and calm after the person said that he would not do anything bad to those closest to him.
So his grip on the base of the Kiai Kedai Sword only got stronger!
“Father is ready?”
“Strike whenever you want, I am always ready.”
The mantle did not flutter too quickly. If it did not blink much, the eyes of a layman were still able to catch its movements. Mantingan certainly deliberately do this after various considerations, so that Kana can see the course of the fight and can also take valuable lessons.
The lessons learned in a fight are far more valuable than the lessons learned in training; and the lessons learned from an exercise will be far more valuable than the lessons learned from just reading a book. And the lessons learned by reading the book will be much more valuable than silence.
But presumably, Mantingan still underestimated his opponent this time. By moving that slow, the Mantingan had opened a huge defensive gap. Even non-expert warriors can see that opportunity and attack it easily.
Moreover, the old man he was facing was not a new swordsman born yesterday afternoon. He had ingested much of the salt of the jungle and the wells of the martial arts, which not only made him an accomplished swordsman but also made him an experienced swordsman.
Seeing the defensive gap so open, the old man who was still unknown to his name immediately slashed arrived a flying blade rod that shot out immeasurably fast. The swift mantle drew the Kiai Kedai Sword and at full speed repelled the three flying knives that led to it.
Three times the fire was created. The mantan so cleverly plays his sword that bending the body of the snake to turn the three flying knives to their owners.
The mantan also utilizes the impact power of the knives to float backwards. His feet were again tracing the peak of the middle evidence. Kiai Kedai sword is still shaking because it has fended off three blades flying at once in the near future.
Really, this time the Mantingan really could not underestimate the strength of his opponent. Not the slightest thing. Because he had known the opposing force from the exchange of attacks in the air just now.
Although the opponent threw was just a flying knife, it was also thrown in a very close time, but the impact power it produced was still too strong to deal with the Mantan.
However, the young man felt that Kana would not have much to learn tonight. Because for the next exchange of attacks, Mantingan will use all his abilities.
The mantan raised the Kiai Kedai Sword until the tip of the sword was as high as his chin. He will wait for the opponent to attack him rather than attacking the opponent first.
The old man who was still standing upright unshakably on top of the hill to the north seemed to have known what Mantingan meant. So immediately he sent an attack in the form of dozens of flying knives that lined up towards Mantingan.
The young man stayed in his place. And as if not moving at all, he fended off the entire blade. Some were directed underground, while others were directed back towards the old man far ahead of him.
Of course it was not too difficult for the old man to counteract all the flying knives sent back to him. Even some knives can be caught and then stored back.
The mantan is still firmly put his horses on the top of the hill. The tip of the sword was still raised forward to as high as the chin. His eyes pinched sharply with the Eagle's Eye Science. Any movement from his opponent, would definitely be able to be noticed by his sight and hearing!
