The Musafir

Flooding of Blood in the White Wind Port

Two friends who have raised each other to be brothers in fact have to separate in their own way.

“So you're here for supporting the rebels?”

“We loyal supporters of Salakanagara, will feel his heartache if equated with the rebels. We are native land fighters, about to restore the power that should be in this land.”

“How you can spread noise and anxiety like this is still not something that can be justified.”

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MANTINGAN exhaled a long breath, before saying full of regret anyway, “Then, there is indeed no other choice for harm than to stop Mr.”

The mantel prepares the horses to attack. His sword was drawn forward, sparkling his blade's eyes.

“No I thought you were alive, Guru.”

The mantle that was just about to flashed had to stop its movement because it heard a voice behind it.

Mantingan will not look back because it is the same as letting himself off guard in front of the enemy who is ready to attack at any time, but it only needs to be installed Science of Hearing Dew Drops to know the form of people who say like that.

How later he was surprised, but also rejoiced.

The figure walked closer until it stopped beside Mantingan. His yellow robe was fluttering in the night wind. It looked as if the First Cagak across there had become shocked.

“Wahai Mantingan, it has been a long time we did not meet.” Satya said softly to the young man next to her. “I'm sorry I had to meddle in this affair.”

Mantingan nodded his head slowly while smiling behind his mask.

A moment after that, there was the sound of the First Cagak booming. “Muridku Satya, surprised you?”

Satya replied out loud anyway, “See from here that you are the one who is much more surprised than me.”

“Oh .. how can I not feel surprised to see a disobedient student still dare to show the nose in front of his teacher?”

“Be aware that I came to this place not to apologize to you. What I have done to you I will not regret. I am here only to ensure that you will not escape death a second time.”

The mantel took a deep breath. Everything felt bright in his eyes. However, Mantingan did not let out a response stating that he was shocked, there were already too many realities that surprised him today.

“You're here to try to kill me again, Satya?” There was the rarity of the First Cagak that slowly burst into a terrible laughter. “So you never really regret your actions? Hahahahaha!”

It is certain that Satya will join the First Cagak who is his teacher.

Mantingan recalls that Satya once told him about his teacher who was forced to kill him. If only the story was true, but seeing that his teacher was still alive here, then Mantingan was hard to guess how big the ability of the First Cagak was.

Deceiving someone by pretending to be dead is not easy in the martial world.

“I don't want to talk too much anymore,” Satya said in the end. It was seen that his hand grabbed several pieces of Magic Throw from within the pocket of his robe. “Mantingan, let's cooperate.”

“You want to attack me while I completely disagree?” The First Cagak said in a cynical tone.

Mantingan glanced at Satya next to him without pulling back his horses. It seems that Satya is still thinking about taking action.

After a while, Satya replied, “Alright. Let me attack you first alone.”

Again First Cagak chuckled. “Well, come here! Let me give the last lesson to his students! Come here!”

Satya then turned to Mantingan before smiling faintly. “Being my friend, do not act to help me no matter what happens. I hope this can be a path of perfection for me.”

After Satya sped away from the roof of the building, Mantingan immediately flashed away.

The Mountain Tiger Forces are now almost in control of the Bunian Malam Inn building.

Although their numbers had been greatly reduced than before, the White Mask Army was not left with enough to withstand the entire onslaught of the enemy.

When he saw the Mantings coming, the warriors from the Diamond Sword Group swore loudly.

“Damn it, he's coming again!”

“There is no other choice, we have to face it!”

The mantan smiled faintly before starting to play the Thousand Moon Devouring Star Skill to eradicate the remaining enemy warriors.

All of them were helpless when the Mantingan arrived nearby. It only took one eye for the young man to crush a dozen of them. As if without any obstruction at all.

And it only took a drink of tea for the Mantingan to finish off the entire Mountain Tiger Army that was there without the rest of the compound stuff. At that time, the port suddenly became a very quiet and gripping place.

The mantan stood in the courtyard of the inn with his sword still glowing brightly. Around it were bodies. His feet stepped on the mishap, which was not a scuff of rain or tide from the sea, but liquid blood. Such is the right situation if it is referred to as a flood of blood.

Breathing Mantang up and down quickly. His eyes stared blankly. How many human lives has he killed tonight? How many sins did he commit?

Look how the flood of blood and the pile of corpses was mostly caused by him.

The blood carnation should have smelled so thick, but the smell had gotten used to the scent. Indicates how Mantingan is a real killer.

The bodies of humans are so high that they form a mountain, something that never happens in the life of even the most stupid animal!

Now it feels right what his teacher said to him on the night of the cave farewell:

“When you stand among the mountains of human corpses; while the soles of your feet are inundated with human blood that is not absorbed by the ground, that is where you will understand the meaning of the path of penjilatan.”

Such is the path of salvation which in fact is always silent, desolate, and full of blood.

How can it not be silent if every crowd will only lead to slaughter?

How can it not be alone if no one in the martial world can be trusted?

How can it not be full of blood if every warrior demands a fight to the death?

“Can these crazy rules be changed?” The mantel said to himself. “If you can, how to do?”

Four years ago, Mantingan was just a skinny, naive, weak, cowardly, poor papa, or whatever name he deserved to be given in his name. But the young man who looked like a mistake in the world was actually much better than the crazy killer he is today.

“Once you plunge into the martial world, it will be very difficult for you to get out of it. Unknowingly, you will continue to dive into.”

Kiai Guru Kedai likens the martial world to a vast, bottomless and endless ocean.

“Passing path is not like climbing a high mountain,” he said at the same time. “Playing like diving into a bottomless and endless ocean. The more you dive inward, the more you realize that it is too late to return to the surface, so you will continue to dive to death out of breath.”

The mantel took a deep breath.

“Murder in the martial world is considered as a way of perfection; but in the life of igama, murder is considered the cruelest sin if it is not what should be killed; and in the life of the state, murders that have no apparent reason will be applied to the law of life in return.”