The Musafir
The Battle at Tuak
MANTAN kept darting, darting, darting, and bouncy from one roof of the building to the roof of another building.
His speed had exceeded that of lightning bolted, really. The eyes of a layman will not be able to catch his movements, not even just his shadows.
Some of the warriors who had seen his prowess quickly moved to follow him. They are about to test the test of wisdom, to complain about ability, and to seek perfection. For them, any swordsman who can move that fast is certainly a skill that is not just any; and the unwritten law of the martial world that applies to every warrior in it is to challenge a stronger opponent for the attainment of the fullness of life. Isn't that?
However, the speed of the Mantingan was not something that could be offset by them. The young man continued to dart, undeniably, leaving the warriors who were about to bet their lives far behind him.
And because the warriors who pursue him are not few, then among them all have the same intention, namely to complain of devotion for the achievement of perfection of life, the fight between the warriors is no longer inevitable.
Meanwhile, Mantingan arrived right in front of a large building that looked like a wine tavern. At first, he hesitated to enter, because he felt that Chitra Anggini could not dare to visit a place like this after being explicitly forbidden by him. But when he saw Munding Caraka who was asleep in the shop yard, there was no doubt left in his mind. It flashed in.
After flicking the curtain of cloth that sprinkled at the entrance of the tavern, Mantingan was soon able to see Chitra Anggini who was standing staggering in front of the five men who were simultaneously swinging swords at him!
The mantle flashed again quickly while pulling the Kiai Kedai Sword out of its sheath. Use the broken sword to fend off all attacks that lead to Chitra Anggini. A fire was created. The clangs of the metal clashing were deafening, repeating themselves five times at about the same time!
The exchange of attacks just now made the five attackers Chitra Anggini to bounce back far back. Two of them were unable to keep their balance on landing, so they fell and were dragged along several steps on the shop floor, knocking down a number of unoccupied stools and tavern tables. While the other three warriors are still able to maintain balance, but seeing two of his friends fared is not good to make them tremble anyway.
Mantingan raised his eyebrows while flipping the Kiai Kedai Sword in his hand, then muttered softly, “Masih quite useful.”
“Okay, Mr Swordsman! Who are you and why are you interfering with our affairs?” One of them who was still standing, said to Mantingan in a loud but polite voice.
The Mantingan stopped looking at the Sword Kiai Master Kedai, turning towards them. Looks serious on his face. “You are attacking drunk women who cannot fight. As fellow swordsmen, I feel the need to remind you of our identity.”
“Personation with martial rules!” Someone else said while standing up. “He has insulted us, then he deserves to die!”
“Are you so carried away just because of the words of a drunken man?” Mantingan glanced at Chitra Anggini who stood unbalanced behind him. The woman's face had looked as crimson as a pomegranate. The tuak he bought started to show real strength. “It is good if we resolve this matter by peaceful means. I'm not fighting.”
“About once! Be beaten!”
One of them darted very fast towards Mantingan. He drew his sword forward. Shimmering in the sunlight that enters through the shop window!
But no matter how fast, it is still inferior to the speed of the Spell which seems to be incomparable to any swordsman. It was very easy for him to slide one leg to the side to twitch from the attack. He did not forget to send a counterattack. A Fist of Blood Wind gushed, hitting the swordsman's body with a sliver!
However, the blow the Blood Wind Palm that the Mantin unleashed did not contain too much power. The warrior will not die, just slammed into the wall of the shop. Enough to break one or two ribs. Vomiting blood. That warrior will not be able to fight for a long time.
Some of his comrades flashed aiding the swordsman, while the rest flashed attacking the Mantingan.
This time, they did not use sword slashes to attack, but rather magic spells!
Presumably, the warriors knew that defeating the Mantingan with a rough fight was something impossible. Therefore, attacking with magic was the best choice of the best. But unfortunately, they do not know that Mantingan is also an expert in the field of magic!
Luminous characters flew towards him at an unspeakable speed. That was the mantra that bounced, which if not immediately broken with the mantra bouncing will also directly sharpen themselves with tremendous power unspeakable!
Mantingan eyes that had been so trained to see everything in high speed were certainly more than capable of reading those characters.
How many mega
The mantle smiled before raising his sword. He will write the characters of the brazier, but not with his pen, but with his sword!
His sword began to move. It looks beautiful in the air. It is as if playing a dance whose beauty is truly unspeakable. Aksara demi aksara. Much more beautiful, much more assertive, and much more subtle than the characters of his opponent.
How many mega in the sky
Is how long the sun shines brightly
Those spells are broken!
Mantingan again scratched the script in the air with his sword. Sent already a series of replies.
When tea is too sweet
Who would fall?
The warriors tried to break the spell as quickly as possible. They moved the knife back on the surface.
Those who are stirred will murmur
That's the ants
But in fact, the sculptor spell that they believe is able to destroy the spell sent by the Mantan is not right at all! There is not a word that fulfills a keyword. As a result, the Mantan magic spell continued to dart uncontested.
“Aahhkh!”
The warriors were slammed firmly back. Just like one of their previous comrades, they also hit the wall so hard. There was a breaking sound, which however it was known to all who were there that it came from broken bones!
The mantan glanced at the two remaining warriors. They looked back at him boldly, but in the end shook their heads. Refusing to fight.
The Mantin smiled briefly before sheathing the Kiai Kedai Sword. Now he turned to look at Chitra Anggini with his sharpest, making the woman who was still half conscious and half drunk gulp her saliva.
“I absolutely did not expect to see you in a place like this.” The mantel slowly. There was clearly no anger in his voice. There is only disappointment, which, however, is very deep. “If you really want to go back to your world, then no longer follow me.”
Just when Chitra Anggini opened his mouth to reply, the Mantingan had flashed away. Just disappear.
Chitra Anggini stunned the item for a moment, before finally shouting loudly. He slammed a piece of wine that was left until it was destroyed and burst its contents, no matter how expensive and delicious the wine was. To him, if Mantingan was already disappointed, then the sky just seemed to have collapsed!
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Sorry I didn't update yesterday. Lately, I have had to take care of some urgent matters, so I haven't had time to write the Musafir.
