The Musafir

Fear Without a Cause

MANTINGAN got all the flying knives from warriors looking like tourists who managed to defeat the North River Angel on the ground floor of the shop at that time.

And when he threw the knives, they were all considered and counted in a very short time, just after Mantingan knew the location of the four warriors.

With flying knives colliding into each other to change the direction of the lesatan altogether, then the enemy who had let go of a little bit of his alertness would not have expected that the knives had turned towards him at a speed that was many times higher than before.

This style is a style that Mantingan learned from Kiai Guru Kedai named Gurus Penguin Tertada Terkat. So named because the knives thrown will move like a seagull that meanders unexpectedly.

Four of his enemy warriors who were spaced in eleven spears were sprawled, no longer moving and no longer alive.

Currently, the Mantingan still had five of the same flying blades inside his robe, and another five inside his coffins. Means, overall, he has ten flying blade sticks.

With a small number of flying knives coupled with enemy warriors who had known the strategy, Mantingan felt he would no longer use flying knives for the next fight.

So instead, Mantingan's hand grasped the handle of the Kiai Kedai Sword firmly. Both of his legs formed sturdy horses. The use of the Science of Hearing Dew Drops was increased again, how the metal clink that he had originally heard from a distance had disappeared, replaced by thin swishings that moved towards him.

This time the wind grew stronger. His robe fluttered. The mantan knows that when the wind is strong like this, his enemies will make a forward movement.

And it was true, Mantingan heard the sound of a very thin and smooth wind. So subtle that it can barely be heard. The enemy was trying to disguise the sound of grandeur they were making behind the roar of the night wind that was blowing strongly at this moment. They had clearly known that Mantingan had a very high hearing knowledge.

But nevertheless, Mantingan mastered the hearing knowledge that can be said to be the highest among all the hearing sciences in the jungle and the martial well. No matter how small the sound, as long as it was still within range of the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, then the Mantingan would still hear it clearly. It was not easy for his opponents to disguise their voices with the sound of the wind.

When the wind subsided, the sound of subtle-greatness stopped as well. The enemy warriors hid behind the trunk of large trees, leaves and shady grasses, thick shrubs, and large rocks.

However, as long as they were still eleven spears away from where the Mantingan had mounted the horses, then there was nowhere for them to hide.

The mantle pulled a bit of the handle of the Kiai Kedai Sword, before it was tightly snapped back into its sheath. It created a sound wave of clashing metal that shimmered everywhere, making the Mantan able to more clearly know the exact location of its enemies.

Within the distance of eleven spears, there were ten enemies hiding, holding their breath, and holding their heartbeats as well. They were armed with two crew members tied to their backs.

What shocked the Mantingan was the way they dressed. Or rather is the way they do not dress. For real. The ten enemies were not wearing any clothes. Unlike the first four warriors who faced Mantingan who still wore clothes and pants. If they are, not at all.

Mantingan certainly easily know the reason why they decided not to dress when facing his opponent: so as not to create the sound of wind friction is too big. That is why Mantingan only heard the subtle-greatness of those who came.

Mantings can guess also that they came from one college, or at least one same group, and that college or group excelled in terms of silence and silent killing.

Mantingan thought that these people were mercenaries sent to finish him off.

Whoever sent them must have great resources because they sent them were not two or three warriors. Mantingan estimated based on the number of breath sounds known after using the Science of Hearing Dew Droplets, there were tens to hundreds of warriors sent to this place with the task of killing.

It was clear that the sender knew the Mantang's abilities and strength so sent more warriors for him. And surely his veiled purpose was not to kill the Mantingan, but rather to get the Northern River Angel alive!

The mantan tightened his grip on the handle of the Kiai Kedai Sword. He knew that the warriors he was facing were not a collection of light warriors. They are all trained killers. But whatever and however it may be, the Mantingan will protect the North River Angel with his body and soul. That's promise!

The mantle flashed rapidly towards the top. The ten warriors who were within the range of the eleven spears immediately put up a vigilance despite not knowing why the Mantingan did not directly attack them alone and instead moved upwards.

But it appears that Mantingan's legs hit the branches of the trees after tipping over. The ten swordsmen immediately pulled out the sword from the cage. But the Mantingan did not move towards any of them, but to the other branches of the tree.

The legs of the mantingan back to the punch. His body flashed even faster. The ten enemy warriors drew out a sword that was left, their palms began to break out in cold sweat. In fact, the Mantingan did not move towards any of them.

The mantle again slapped the branches of the tree. His speed increased many times over. The ten hitmen began to feel fear.

But they are not afraid of death. During their lives as assassins, not once did they cross the fear of death. They are not afraid at all, but this is the way.

Nope. They are not afraid of death. They are afraid of something that is very difficult to say or describe. The fear of which they themselves do not know the cause though it has been known that the feeling comes from Mantingan.

Under such fear, they had unknowingly lost more than half of their strength.

The legs of the mantingan back to the punch. Kiai Kedai's sword came out of his cage. Wrenching the enemy's neck with undeniable speed. His body floated again, flapped again, slashed the neck shaft again, floated again, flapped again, chopped the neck shaft again.

So on until the ten enemy warriors were powerless to float and ended up falling headless in their respective hiding places.

The mantan returned to its original place and with great honor again sheathed the Kiai Kedai Sword.

The enemies who were still hiding outside the range of eleven spears brushed off the fur of his horse. They did not expect to see all ten of his friends helpless against the invasion of the Mantingan. However, they still felt enough to understand him, because the warriors knew very well the reason!