The Musafir

The Broken Sword

MANTINGAN considers the lightest injuries to the worst injuries.

If he was pressed to the corner of the wall, then the injury he would experience was so severe that it made him die in the blink of an eye.

Then if he remained silent without moving backward, then his three opponents would surround him and the injury he experienced would be much worse.

But if Mantingan actually advanced to attack using all his energy, then the injury he suffered may be quite severe but not to the extent of deadly. After all in that way, he had little chance of winning the battle even though the odds were one in a thousand.

So that way, Mantingan accelerated his body rate backwards using the Science of Controlling the Wind, approaching the corner of the room. Next to his feet it retraced firmly on the wall of the room, and carried the Mantin flashed faster towards the front as he sent three massive attacks of the Blood Wind Palm towards his three enemy warriors.

THE PENG!

In the event that unfolded with invisible eyes, there had been a violent clash in the air. The resulting shockwave was powerful, scattering the entire inn hall. The metallic clang deafened the eardrums of the spectators outside with the buzz of his voice.

The goods immediately after the violent collision occurred, four human figures landed on the wooden tiles of the inn with circumstances that could not be said to be good.

The three all-black-clothed warriors who were from the Diamond Sword Group stood their backs to the Mantang.

Their hands were still clasping each other's swords, but the swords made of diamond gems had each broken into two pieces! Their hands and swords seemed to still tremble violently.

Meanwhile, blood began to seep down from under the gray cloak of Mantingan, dripping, inundating the wooden floor beneath. The three broken sword blades were stuck in his back!

Silence created. The laymen and the North River Angel looked at them with a very tense look on their faces.

The laity could only guess what they had done to end up like this.

However, the Northern River Angel clearly saw that the Mantingan had broken out of the three swordsman trap with the Wind Tread Movement combined with the Wind Splitting Force!

Suddenly, the three black-clothed warriors collapsed onto the floor with a palms printed clearly on their chests. While the Mantingan is no longer visible in its place.

And unnoticed by others, the disappearance of the Mantingan coupled with the disappearance of the North River Angel from the crowd.

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SENJAKALA if viewed from the beach is indeed very amazing. It was as if Sang Hyang was showing off his beautiful painting. So no need to be surprised if people gathered at the dock staring at the departure of the giver of life.

But unlike the Mantingan and the Angel of the North River who really can not see the beauty.

Crossed on his bed, Mantingan endured the terrible pain caused by the treatment carried out by the North River Angel on his wounds.

The dark room was only illuminated by a Light Magic Throw. The windows and vents were closed to ensure that none of the spies peeked in after the incident that afternoon. So it can be said, the room is quite stuffy.

The North River Angel impregnated all three wounds on Mantingan's back to attract the poison in it.

In fact, the sword blade that stuck on his back was not originally laced with poison at all. But after the North River Angel investigated, the blades turned out to create their own poison because they rarely cleaned their owners after washing blood.

If not treated quickly, then the poison in his body will cause inflammation. Until now, there are not many wound inflammation drugs that can be obtained in Javadvipa, while inflammation is one of the fourth largest causes of death in the war or even the martial world though.

Luckily Mantingan, the North River Angel has sufficient experience and knowledge to overcome this kind of thing.

After being recorded using small cups to bleed black, the wounds of the Mantan were crushed together with the mashed potion. That's where the pain of Mantingan has reduced a lot even though it does not disappear at all.

The Northern River Angel wiped the sweat on his face while exhaling a long breath.

In a rebutting tone, Bidadari Sungai Utara replied, “What would you say? It's me who should say that.”

Mantingan only smiled even though he was not seen by the Northern River Angel who was behind him.

“Receive.” The North River Angel walked to the front of Mantingan and stuck out a few packets of dried leaves to him. “This is a puyer that may help you prevent future inflammation if you do not get the help of an expert healer. You know that I can't keep you company forever.”

The mantan immediately received the packets of puyer from the hands of the North River Angel.

While holding the package in his hand, Mantingan said, “How do I use this puyer?”

“Quite sprinkle it on your wound,” reply the girl before a small laugh. “Like that you don't know?”

“I know.” The mantle nodded slowly. “But what if the wound is on my back?”

“Ask your friend to do that.”

“I no longer have friends after you and the kids go to Champa. But it's an easy affair, I just need to ask the enemy to sprinkle these puyers on my back.”

The North River Angel still responded to the Mantingan's joke with laughter even though the joke was not funny at all. Mantingan also realized that he had a very bad taste for antics, can only smile awkwardly.

Suddenly, the tone of the North River Angel changed. “I still really hope you come with us to Champa, Brother. That way, all your treatment can be done.”

Mantingan's awkward smile turned into a bitter smile, not expecting before if the Northern River Angel still asked for it.

“I can't, Sister. My house is in Dwipantara, not the Land of the Roof of the Sky.”

“Man can stay anywhere. Didn't you say that?”

“Yes, then you must allow me to stay in Javadvipa.”

The North River Angel clucked in annoyance before starting to tidy up his medicinal tools. “If I may say, then Champa is much more beautiful than Javadvipa.”

“For me, Javadvipa is still the most beautiful.”

“The martial world in Tarumanagara is very insecure,” the girl's pretext is based on what she saw and felt during here.

“Because it is not safe.” Mantingan retaliated lightly, the martial world in Tarumanagara was indeed insecure after the emergence of the vandals who carried the rebellion.

“When is it safe to return?”

“Maybe after you leave Javadvipa.”

The North River Angel looked at Mantingan with a red face, without him knowing the truth of the word at all.

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