The Musafir

Beauty in Life Betting

THE OLD MAN again launched a deadly attack. Dozens of flying blades shot out so swiftly splitting the air towards the young man at the top of the hill opposite it.

Again the Mantingan was able to overcome the entire flying knife that was attached to it very easily. Even now, the dozens of knives are sent back to their owners at twice the speed.

Now the old man can only fend off and let dozens of flying knives fly out of nowhere. No knife could be caught or kept. Everything just disappears behind the night.

For some time, Mantingan and the old man who still did not want to mention his name or nickname was only silent like two human statues built right on the top of the hill.

Meanwhile, far away at the foot of the hill there, Kana glanced at the two figures from behind a large tree branch. At first, the boy did not hide behind the trees at all. But after a flying knife that came from nowhere suddenly stuck only a few feet from the tip of her foot, Kana immediately decided to hide. Kana thought, it could have been a stray attack, but it could not!

His eyes radiated a dazzling light. The two warriors were similar to a scene in the book of short stories that he had read, while the two warriors actually sent each other deadly attacks despite appearing to be secretly in place!

Cana didn't know what the two of them were really doing. But he knew that whatever it was, it must have been amazing if he could see it. Instantly, there was a desire in the depths of his mind, to become their master of suffocation. With such an ability, it was certain that he would not hide behind branches of trees but join the fight to help Mantingan.

Kana clenched her hands full of determination that would not be easily swayed by anyone!

While Kana is overwhelmed by her determination and dreams, the fight continues. The old man threw a knife at Mantingan. Right, just a flying knife. But however the eyes of Mantingan can see that a knife is not a knife carelessly!

So as quickly and as hard as he could do, Mantingan fended off the knife with the Kiai Kedai Sword. Since his opponent had only sent a knife, it was not impossible for Mantingan to turn it over to the old man.

But as soon as Mantingan managed to fend off and reverse the direction of the knife to its owner, his legs were dragged one step back. His sword was buzzing as it collided with the blade of the blade that turned out to be so hard and powerful. Not yet had Mantingan thought, the knife had returned the opponent with increasing speed.

The mantel chose to turn the blade towards his opponent. It is unfortunate that such a powerful knife is only avoided, because Mantingan feels he has the ability to direct the flying knife back to its owner even increasing the speed of the knife.

So that's how the fight happened by throwing each other the same knife alternately. The speed of the knife's speed is getting longer and longer, as well as its destructive power which is getting more deadly.

The mantan uses his sword, while the old man uses a long knife. Raises a lot of fire catfish when the blades collide. Produce a view that can be said to be beautiful, like a fire game show that is usually paid handsomely. But really, the two were not interested at all in producing such a wonderful show. All the sights presented are produced naturally from a life gamble.

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UNTIL in the end the knife deviated far when the Mantingan tried to fend it off. Not because he was unable to direct the knife properly, but the knife was the one that had curved because it got a continuous impact without any pause.

The fight has been going on for a very long time. From the early hours of the night, until dawn broke in the eastern horizon.

But not only Mantingan, his opponent was crushed to the knees due to not being able to withstand fatigue. How truly he still did not expect that a young warrior like Mantingan was able to compensate.

They no longer have the ability to continue the fight. Even to move an item one step, it felt incapable.

“You have very high expertise.” Sayup-sayup, the voice of the old man sounded. “At a young age ..you are able to compensate me. How will it be when you are my age?”

The mantan did not respond to that, he was still trying to regulate his airway. Although it seems unimportant, regulating the actual breathing is really needed if you want to outperform your opponent.

“But I will not give up. If I get killed here, then I have to die after desperately giving a fight.” The old man again said before moving his hand.

The mantan could see that the old man had again pulled out a flying knife. At that moment, Mantingan raised his sword again.

“Bapak Pendekar ...,” he said half hissed, “daku also ... will give the last resistance.”

The knife was thrown. Much faster than previous knives. Mantingan shouted loudly while swinging his sword with all his might.

THE PENG!

The blade of the blade clashed with his sword. Creating a sound that is so deafening. The blade turned around at a speed many times that of its previous speed. The old man who had run out of power would not be able to fend it off for this time.

But who would have thought if the blade that shot so fast was not hit the target? However it was not imagined before, but the knife just darted right in the gap between the earlobe with his head. Although close to the man's hair that old, there is not a single piece of hair that is cut because of it.

The blade continued to glide at a rate that exceeded the speed of lightning. To precisely grab a bird in the middle of his flock.

The mantingan again threw his breath away, while the man was as old as tergugu at the top of the northern hill. His eyes reflected a huge shock. Can't believe that the knife didn't hit his skull and hit a bird that was about to feed.

The man pulled out a flying knife. But not to pass it on to Mantingan—he does not have enough energy to do just that. Now lift it up high with the blade facing down. It was obvious that what he wanted to do was kill himself for the sake of honor!

But Mantingan's strength prevented that. He jerked his feet. Flashing with speed beyond lightning towards the old man. The ground he stepped on scattered into the air because Mantingan did not use much science to relieve the body this time!