The Musafir

The Battle Begins

From within the forest to their left, came a long yellow-robed man who was stepping quickly. His face was covered in a wide veil from his robe, so it was clear that his presence astonished all the remaining refugees. They really can't recognize.

But anyone could guess, that his presence must have been related to the bright light in the sky that was now beginning to fade.

Until the man opened his hood. His face was drenched in the twilight sun. Dara bought her eyes because she felt she recognized them.

“Lighted Lontar Swordsman!”

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the enemies were climbing up the inn building when the Mantingan with the others threw themselves off the roof of the inn, making it very easy for him to cut down the warriors and send them back to the ground.

The twilight is getting worse. Now everything seems to be a black shadow strewn with an orange twilight sky. Once upon a time it was actually very abstinence for warriors to do a fight, let alone a big battle!

But this kind of battle had indeed been unstoppable anymore. Even if the day had become twilight, Mantingan had no other choice but to face them with all his might.

Now without the Magic Throw, the Mantingan could still rely on his skill in playing the sword arts. So he pronounced the Thousand Sword Dance Technique which is very suitable to face many opponents.

Under the dim light, the Mantingan sword seemed to double into a thousand pieces. Of course the Mantingan did not really multiply his sword into a thousand, but only increased his shadow.

He moved his sword at a very high speed, so that the shadow of his sword seemed to break into a thousand shadows.

The Thousand Sword Dance Technique was able to outwit the enemy's vision. What seemed to be facing a thousand swords, actually only faced a sword with an unexpected direction of attack.

In a short period of time, Mantingan managed to kill dozens of enemies that were twisting in the air, before finally setting his feet on the ground so lightly like a dry cotton swab in the wind.

As soon as the Mantingan had arrived on the ground, the enemy warriors did not retreat but instead rushed it like a bunch of angry bees that had been damaged by the nest.

The Mantang returned to play the Thousand Sword Dance Skill and very easily and quickly killed the entire enemy swordsman within a distance of one spear in the surroundings.

Unlike his fight against the four warriors who were harassing the North River Angel on the ground floor of the inn at that time, this time the Mantingan did not require much energy and time to send hundreds of lives of enemy warriors.

Kiai Kedai Sword was in his grasp, his seven chakras were filled with energy within, plus the Thousand Sword Dance Technique which was extremely deadly.

If there were no warriors around him who were also fighting, then Mantingan did not hesitate to let out his terrible killer lust. Obviously with the lust of the killer, he can cut off his enemies like mowing down a bush.

The mantle continued to slowly advance. It was not easy for him to move freely because the enemy forces attacked him from all kinds of directions.

Although he had faced times like this when fighting against the Sea Beggars Association alone, but this time he faced were warriors from the underground network who certainly did not hesitate to sacrifice himself.

The warriors from the Black Sea Beggar Association were still thinking about his future, thus immediately making them hesitate to take bold steps in battle, inversely proportional to the swordsmen of the Diamond Sword Group which is an underground network. They do not think at all about the future in the martial well or the public world, because all their future hopes are focused on their group. Whatever they will do, give, and sacrifice for the sake of the group. If they were only asked to take a bold step in battle, then they would happily take a crazy step.

That's what Mantingan is facing right now. His enemies were truly like madmen who could master the inner power.

A swordsman floated towards him with his sword raised to the highest level. The mantan instantly prepared to kill him with one deadly stab right at the heart.

But it was unexpected that a sword pierced through the warrior's body from behind. The sword continued to streak at high speed towards the Mantang.

Mantingan's eyes moved quickly to look around him and devise a plan in a very short time. He found that the sword that was sliding towards him was completely unavoidable, because the swordsman who had been pierced by the sword was still flying towards him which could attack almost anywhere around him. The mantle must deflect it.

However, if the sword is repelled, it may not have time to deflect the attack from the swordsman who was right behind the sword.

The mantle had no more time to think. The darting sword was repelled as fast as possible before it was as fast as possible to clink its body backwards.

The Swordsman continued to chase after Mantingan and swung the sword with all the rest of his inner strength. Luckily the sword only cut through the empty air, about a inch away from the chest of Mantingan. The attack was his last attempt before he fell without a life.

Mantingan thought that it only happened once and probably something unintentional.

Because it is difficult to make sense if one of the swordsmen from the lower network sacrificed his own friend who is usually felt like closer than siblings, to attack the enemy secretly. In the martial world, such an action is considered a cowardly move. But in fact, such an attack happened again.

Even this time, the Mantingan faced two such attacks at once at a time. If he used the same way as before, then he would only be able to fend off one of the attacks and die instantly on the second attack.

How near death is he now!

When the two diamond swords slid towards him, the Mantingan again swung his sword very quickly to make a deflecting move.

But unlike before, he did not throw away the two swords carelessly, but instead turned them to the two swordsmen hovering behind the sword. By hitting each other's chests.

After being twice pierced by the sword, the two warriors were no longer able to continue on their journey to kill the Mantingan. Their lives drifted before they could reach the young man's body.

Seeing what the Mantingan had just done, the enemy warriors grew sour on his face. They did not at all suspect that the Mantingan could do such a thing.

Turning a sword-heavy weapon is no easy task. Usually, only parobaya-aged expert warriors could do such a thing. While they clearly saw that Mantingan was still very young.

Even some suspect that Mantingan is actually an old swordsman who does black magic to insert his soul into the body of a young human.

The mantans would not wait until they exhausted their astonishment, he again moved to attack. The twilight was getting cramped, and the battle had better be completed as quickly as possible before the dimness was eye-catching.

Having felt that he had been far enough away from the army of comrades, the Mantingan immediately released his murderous lust. Instantly the air became cold and burdensome to the breath of anyone who felt it.

The warriors around Mantingan simultaneously bowed even though it was beyond their will at all. A huge stone seemed to be hitting their backs.

And the one closest to Mantingan gets a much worse feeling. Their bodies vibrate violently. The eyes only dared to be directed to the ground. They swore loudly, for they felt a huge beast staring at them naked.