The Musafir

The Ten Flying Knives

KANA returned shortly after he took a needle and a ejection from Mantingan's hand. He quickly returned it to Mantingan.

Mantingan then nodded his head and smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you, Kana. This is how you help us all, it really means a lot. Now I hope you will return to the protection line.”

Kana felt that something had touched her heart, so she smiled as she nodded her head before turning her horse back to the defensive line.

When Mantingan turned back to face west of the road behind him, a whisper of wind perched on his earlobe.

“Brother Man, can we get out of this sensual circle?”

Of course, what one of the warriors from the White Mask Army sent White Wind College to guard it was a magic circle full of protective spells that Mantingan deliberately made to protect the North River Angel and the ten warriors around it. Then reply Mantingan, “No, Brother. Stay within the line of protection. We have absolutely no idea what kind of enemy we are facing.”

The warriors nodded despite being completely displeased. How could they be pleased if a group of brave men who were more especially the special forces of the great college were told to take refuge like they had no power at all?

Mantingan also understood their feelings, but he had no other choice. He himself will move into the circle of protection, if the situation is really urgent and dangerous.

At least for the time being, the Magic Spell-made Spear became the single greatest defense they had. It was not easy to break the characters, even for a magician who had experienced more than three years was not an easy matter.

Supposedly with those magic spells, the safety of the Northern River Angel, Cana, and Kina could still be assured.

But the spell installer in one place like this does not have its own shortcomings and weaknesses.

First, the spell cannot be moved around, so those who take refuge inside the magic circle can only remain silent if they still want to be protected by the magic spell.

Second, those protective magic spells were not without a deadline. If that deadline has been reached, then the power of the spell will weaken until it eventually disappears entirely. For the spell that Mantingan was installing at the moment, the deadline was no more than half a day. Presumably, his spells could still last until tomorrow morning.

Still the gnarly night that Mantingan saw. All-black. Sky, black. Street, black. Hills, black. Trees, black. Bush bush, black. Bat, black anyway.

When the situation is completely dark, as no one in the world can rival this darkness, then almost everything is very difficult to ascertain whether there is or is not. Which is not in sight, often in reality. Which is in the vision, often not in reality. That is how the dark conditions make the eyes seem to lose their usefulness.

Based on that consideration, Mantingan closed his eyes slowly but instead installed the Science of Hearing Dew Drops. Darkness can surpass sight, but darkness cannot surpass hearing.

It is precisely when it is pitch black that hearing becomes sharper.

When the Mantingan circulates his hearing aided by the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, he can translate the sound into a form within eleven spears, a distance, and it can hear all the sounds without translating them into shapes in hundreds of spears if it wants.

But with that ability, the Mantingan was still unable to find the location of the enemy. He cannot hear the roar or sigh of a man other than himself and his own company; neither can the beat of a man's heart.

But the Mantingan is waiting. For he believed that no human being truly achieved perfection while still breathing. The perfect man is a dead man, a man who no longer has a duty in his life.

If the opponent he is facing right now is able to practice a science without the slightest gap aka perfect, then what he faces is not a living human being. And however, the Mantingan still did not believe in the existence of ghosts.

Then wait. Still closed his eyes and circulated the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, waiting for the gap to open from his enemies. However, what he did was much better than doing nothing.

Want ulam, the shoots also droop. The expected came anyway, even more than Mantingan's highest expectations back then.

On one occasion, together, the Mantingan heard the roar of the sigh that lasted in three eyes only! With that breath, Mantingan can know and even translate the forms of some of his enemies.

At least, there were more than four warriors within eleven spears of where Mantingan stood. The other, was more than eleven spears away from where he stood and in an uncertain amount.

The fast-moving mantel drew ten of its flying knives and blasted them into the air at such a high speed that they could not be caught by the eyes of a layman. Before the four warriors moved, the Mantingan attacked them first.

The ten knives in fact none of them shot towards the four warriors. Floating as if not direction. Wondering his enemies who were just about to flashed dodge.

However, the ten knives that seemed to be glued without direction turned out to meet each other with other blades. When it collided, the blades changed direction at an undeniable speed.

Just so you know, four warriors who were hiding in the thick trees fell on the ground with a knife stuck right in their chest. The swordsmen groaned in pain before momentarily taking their lives with skin tightening and mouth spitting out pitch-black blood.

What a remarkable precision that Mantingan had just shown by throwing ten blades. Four of the ten knives stuck to his opponent's chest, not the rest of his body. The young man managed to amaze the entire White Mask Army that was there, even amazed his enemies who were still hiding behind the darkness of night.

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note:

I opened up a little discussion, what would the meaning of "hela". We often hear the word "breath".

According to KBBI, "hela" means "attractive".

Striking a horse's harness, means pulling a horse's harness.

Does anyone think anything else?