The Musafir

Urged

By fighting them, Mantingan seemed to experience a new level in his short path. Suppose the word is currently facing warriors from Javadvipa, he can really knock them down in the blink of an eye. However, he is currently in Suvarnadvipa with people who have believed from childhood the existence of the martial world as a real existence and not just a fairy tale told by a storyteller from one village to other villages, so that they can take the decision to explore the martial world much earlier than the people of Javadvipa who still consider that the martial world is only a fairy tale that is no more and no less.

Slowly, the heart of Mantingan was pounding passionately. Although at first he was forced to take a path that was very thick with fighting demanding lives, but now he began to enjoy it slowly. Including when he entered a new level in his short path, namely facing heavy opponents in Suvarnadvipa!

However, that does not mean that Mantingan is starting to like murder. How much he hates and will forever hate murders that should not be committed. For him, the warriors in the martial world are still doing a ridiculous thing, namely by fighting to the death on the grounds of reaching parisilapuraan.

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MANTING took out a few pieces of Attacker Magic Throw from inside his storage box before throwing them into the air. The spouts were not just one type, but there were five types of Attacker Magic Throws. The mantle sucked the Light Magic Throw and the Eagle Trapping Magic Throw in it.

Mantingan had suspected before that the warriors who came from the Blood Devils Group did not study magic too much, or even not at all. Looking at their movements in playing the sword, Mantingan could tell that they devoted their entire lives to the science of swordplay.

Unlike the Leaf Dance Group, warriors in it actually immersed themselves in witchcraft that can control the leaves. In their hands, a thin leaf can become as sharp as a dagger that has been sharpened thousands of times in number. From what Mantingan saw, none of them held a sword. They just continue to play both hands while reciting the mantra, so that the leaves from the forest and those from special storage coffers can move according to the will of the controller.

Light characters scattered at the same time blinding the eyes. A huge net formed from thousands of characters immediately ensnared the warriors who were twisting around Mantingan. Not yet had the warriors know what really happened, Mantingan had first crushed them all.

The mantan again stomped on the ground after flashed in the air. His eyes combed around in hopes of finding the Bloody Molewers. He had to kill the warrior as soon as possible, for however many women of the puppet cast perished in his hands in a dishonorable manner in the martial world. If the Bloody Swordsman of Kelewang is not stopped immediately, then the puppet cast will suffer a terrible defeat, because however they are a group of beautiful women in the midst of the siege of black men!

Mantingan will not let it happen, but it seems like it is not similar to Kartika. The woman who was the leader of the puppet cast still continued to dance, nonstop, although on the left and right had lying dozens of corpses of his men who sacrificed their lives for him.

Mantingan is very confident with his confidence, that the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman will be able to stop his football if Kartika stops his dance and starts fighting. It is not even impossible that the Bloody Mendekar Kelewang perish if Kartika and himself combine forces.

Mantingan did not have time to find the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman because he had to face other attacks that came like flies finding a carcass. Unfortunately, here the Mantingan does not act as a fly, but rather as a carcass.

The mantan again threw the Magic Throw into the air, but this time numbered in the dozens. With more and more enemies coming, it takes a lot of Magic Throws to be able to paralyze them. However, this time his attack did not bear any sweet fruit. The warriors took lessons from the death of their comrades at the hands of Mantingan. They moved as far away as they got after seeing the Mantan reach into the ejection storage box. This causes the mantingan can only snare a few warriors whose numbers are still multiple fingers one hand.

The mantan is not given a pause, the enemy warriors back to attack it. The attack came like a torrent of rain. Non-stop!

The mantan is getting desperate. It was getting harder for him to play magic. Even the Wind-Controlling Science that Mantingan had developed into a deadly science became helpless before them. The mantis continued to attack, but not many of its attacks managed to kill the enemy.

In these urgent circumstances, the science of reading omens does not work as it should. However, the science requires a calm soul to be able to play it. Can be said, at this time the mantingan is upset. The enemy's attacks were coming too much, and slowly the fear of death began to ambush him. Kenanga still has not received the promised Gembangmas, she does not want to die at this time!

At such a time, the memory of Kiai Kedai's words briefly reappeared in his mind. It was like a direct favor from his teacher who had just completely descended in a state of urgency alone!

“Whatever the circumstances, Mantingan, calm yourself!” exclaimed his teacher while Mantingan was defeated so easily in battle training. How Kiai Guru Kedai knew that Mantingan's mind was perching on his memories with Rara. “Any kind of fight, calm down! You can certainly read every opponent's attack as easily as you can read a fairy tale, so stay calm under any circumstances! All thoughts that disturb your peace, then throw them away. However it is only a thought, and nothing more than a mere thought, which is not necessarily real or not.”

If at that time the thought of Rara was thrown away, then now what thought should he throw away?

In the account of the journey of the Unnamed Woman, it is mentioned how she had experienced imaginary attacks that shook her soul at important times. Mantingan was deep in his mind as he tried to recall the sentence after sentence that the Unnamed Woman had written in the Book of the Unnamed, in hopes of finding a way to get out of his current urgency that has come to life-threatening levels.

This is how the memory of the manuscript is stored in one of his thought chambers:

This valley is so scary. Or is it the truth, I mispronounced it? I think this is the gap that divides the two rocky hills, where I am in it. All right, I'll call this place where my feet stand as a slit.

This gap is so and so narrow. I had to put my body aside to be able to walk with one or two small steps. Although it is very narrow, I think this gap has a size that is quite long. I felt the whirring of the wind that hit my face so weakly, when the wind was so mad before I entered into this gap.

I am not one who is afraid of the narrow places. I mentioned earlier that besides not being afraid, I have been training for this kind of situation by plunging myself into the dark and narrow crevice that is in the Thousand Drops of Water for a very short time. So to be in this narrow gap where there is still a way out, and the day is still bright like this, I am not at all afraid.

I have also mentioned that I was actually forced to enter this gap, because the nest of my enemies was right above this gap.