The Musafir

Killer Lust

ALTHOUGH they had known the reason, none of them dared to say it directly. For however they know that whoever makes a sound, he will die first.

Despite the fear of the ten swordsmen who had just slit their necks as if it were a subtle occurrence that human reasoning could not explain, it was still not without cause and reason. Neither his opponents nor his own Mantingan, had known of it.

What the Mantingan just did, or rather what the Mantingan just released, was a murderous lust.

Assassin's lust is an air that is always owned by someone who has killed. The mixture of hatred, resentment, jurisdiction, crime, desire, guilt, and all other bad feelings that make others who feel it will experience extraordinary fear for reasons that are not clear.

A killer's lust often doesn't need to be unleashed to show the true nature of a killer. For example, an item killer certainly feels different and scary even though he is disguised as a layman. Even the gaze of an assassin's eyes could be clearly distinguished from that of a commoner's.

Usually, the killer's lust only belongs to someone who has killed a very large number of living things, or many humans.

Not all warriors have a killer appetite so great that they can scare other warriors, because not too many humans can be killed only by a swordsman.

But what about the Mantingan who has killed more than a thousand merciless warriors alone?

That is why, Mantingan is able to give off a murderous lust that makes his opponent bend their knees without being able to give any resistance at all.

Somehow, the killer's lust just got out tonight. But Mantingan thought it was because he killed fourteen warriors in this place. Perhaps his murderous lust increased to the point of touching a major breakthrough.

The mantan draws back the murderous lust that it unleashes, because it scares not only its opponents, but also its friends. Killer lust is not something that is indiscriminate, can pounce on anyone even if it is a plant!

Mantingan's fingers continued to grip the handle of his sword tightly. His eyes are still closed tightly so that the Science of Hearing Dew Drops can be used very well. His feet set firm horses.

In such a high awareness and vigilance, not a single leaf escaped from his attention as long as it was still eleven spears away.

Could it be that the enemy would act backwards just the same way it would cancel their paid duty to kill the Mantin? Or is it just the opposite, they will go forward undaunted despite knowing that it is the last step they can take before the Sword of Kiai Kedai in the hands of Mantingan ushers death to them?

However, Mantingan did understand that it was unlikely that they decided to retreat. Because by doing so, their group of assassins will be famous in the martial well as a group of cowards and traitors who are unable to desperately fight for the task that has been given to them.

Many warriors in a group of assassins who choose to die if they know that the task that is being given to them will be a failure, from returning alive to failure.

Then it is not impossible if the group of assassins who are warriors with absolutely no clothes would do such a thing.

The Mantingan's hearing again caught the sound of his sighing and prowess that was completely smooth and soft, to the point of being almost inaudible to him.

The mantan pulled its sword hilt slightly upwards before snapping it back inside. Sound waves glow in all directions. It reflects on the surface of all sorts of things. Which is then captured and translated into all kinds of forms of objects and enemies.

The mantle snapped at his feet and shot upwards. As he did on the second strike, Mantingan punched out on several branches of trees at an unfathomable speed.

So fast, the Mantingan does not need to swing the Kiai Kedai Sword to cut the neck of his opponents, just enough to stretch it towards the neck of the opponent.

The mantel returns to its original place. Kiai Kedai's sword was flicked into the air once to clear the blood liquid on its blade before it was put back in its cage.

Twenty warriors fell down with their heads loose from their bodies. The mantan had predicted what kind of death would not have been too painful for his enemies. However, mercenaries like them must be reduced and even eliminated, but that does not mean they cannot get a decent death.

The mantel draws its killer breath and lust.

“I warn you all,” Mantingan said, “go, go home, while you can. Forget us, seek a peaceful life.”

The Mantingan's words were unfortunately only echoed by the roar of the dry wind that night. No enemy is retaliating. And indeed, such a question seemed to require no reply.

If they agree, they will leave. If they don't agree, they will stay. So easy.

The mantle is waiting. He heard the wind speedily drifting away from the place, but he heard the loudness and the swift murmur that very quickly approached him.

The mantle flashed so quickly. The blade of the Kiai Kedai Sword was again uprooted from its cage. The mantan began to mow down the fierce enemy even though his eyes were still closed.

The enemy saw the Mantingan, now like a bat, preying on the helpless little moths in the midst of the night's turmoil. It is unstoppable, unavoidable, without being fended off! He had truly transformed into a bloodthirsty beast!

The fight continued in the air at an unpredictable speed, unable to be witnessed by the eyes of the common man.

Cana and Kina only saw Mantingan disappear from his place and the fallen leaves of trees, flames, and road dust flying from the gust of strong wind, no more and no less.

But the North River Angel and the ten White Mask Troops put on a very tense face. Even though all they saw was the prowess of the shadows alone, they were still able to see the course of the fight.

The mantle swerved in the air. From one tree branch to another. Playing the sword was so fast and so beautiful. The young man did not appear to be playing a style, but was peddling an omnipresent dance!

The Kiai Kedai sword moved extremely fast in the hands of Mantingan, until its form broke into hundreds of sword shadows.

Indeed, the dance is no doubt its beauty, alias no longer indisputable. Even so beautiful, the enemy smiled widely with a feeling of admiration before death picked him up on the trunk of the Sword Kiai Kedai.

That's how Mantingan plays a sword arts style that he got after translating the contents of the Lotus Book into a style, the Thousand Swords Dance Style!

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note:

I don't know if the Thousand Swords Dance Technique was ever used by another writer. But it seems, this name is too ordinary. Let me wear it, because I love it.

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