The Musafir

A Terrible Death

The king cursed loudly in his mind when he realized that Mantingan's murderous air was pressing him too much to make it difficult to move.

Although he had long trained his arm to move quickly, so that it could even catch 50 arrows that were glued at once to him, but it was never expected by him that the death of the Mantingan can increase sharply to many times over.

Let alone the king who did not devote himself to the path of martial, warriors dressed all in black who were the royal special forces were helpless under the pressure of the killer air.

In the end, Mantingan managed to catch a pair of mestika swords with just a blink of an eye before the king's hand managed to reach him. It was also the first time he touched the strongest heirloom in all of Dwipantara!

But what was not Mantingan thought before, the two swords felt very heavy when grasped. Not because of the weight, it is precisely the weight that feels very light despite belonging to the weapon mestika; but because of the air and bad intentions contained in it.

Mantingan had indeed heard that the weapon that had been used to kill many human lives would get a special air that was not wearing. However, he only felt it at this time, something he did not feel on the Sword Kiai Kedai which he originally considered as the weapon that killed the most human lives in the history of the martial world Dwipantara.

No longer would the Mantingan dare to guess how many lives had floated at the end of that pair of swords.

To compensate for the sword's bad air, Mantingan unleashed massive pranic energy. The estimate is precise, the bad weather can be reduced a little bit. Even so, the pair of Moon Swords still felt much heavier than ordinary swords.

The fleeting mantle flashed engulfing the enemies that surrounded him. Although his state of mind was still far from good, but the pair of Moon Swords made him invincible despite often making some major mistakes in the moves he issued.

The pair of swords seemed to have their own soul. He made the movements of the Mantingan much faster than usual. Now, no longer as fast as the mind, but faster than the mind!

Mantingan did not have time to think when all the warriors dressed in all black that had surrounded him were now lying on the floor without life in the body. Blood pooling. Rancid. So did the pair of Moon Sword, covered in fresh blood.

Now, only the king remained as his opponent. Somehow the man could escape death, but Mantingan suspected that his subconscious had decided not to let the king die quickly and easily.

The parobaya man still put on the hardness of his face despite knowing that his life was on the edge of the horn. He was still sitting quietly in his chair.

“Open, did you think I would release you alive?” The mantan asked so after not seeing the slightest fear on the king's face.

“Of course not.” The king nodded slowly. “But at least, leave my body in a state worthy to be buried.”

The mantel stared at him with a flat face. “As long as I walk the path of martial arts, I never want my opponents to have a difficult death. But for someone like you, I don't think so.”

The young man walked closer and closer to the king while still unsheathing the pair of Moon Swords in both hands. No longer did he remember the existence of the Pomegranate and the North River Angel who would definitely watch his cruelty. Even if you remember, he won't care. His hatred and resentment had reached its highest limit, he would not be able and willing to hold it any longer.

The king's screams of pain filled the room as the Mantingan began to skin him alive. No one knows where he learned the ‘ability’ from, but no one dares to imagine it.

The death of the Koying King finally arrived after a long time of Mantingan tormenting him with the most painful means of torture. He suffocated to death after bleeding out. The situation was very sad, more than half of his body was no longer in shape. Thanks to the pranic energy given continuously by the Mantingan, the king could last that long before dying.

The mantan went from the body of the king to the North River Angel, but his body just collapsed after just walking a few steps.

Not because of the wounds in his body. Nor was it the cause of the bad weather of the Moon Sword Pair. He fell because his mind could no longer endure the sadness that he could still endure. When all enemies have fallen so that all threats disappear a little, Mantingan no longer has a reason to withstand all the turmoil of his feelings.

His eyes were still open for the sake of staring at the Northern River Angel. He could see the girl running up to him, but somehow Pomegranate managed to break the chain that bound his hand and then scuttle the North River Angel.

Something that was already very strange saw the little girl succeed in breaking the chain bond that even an adult would not be able to do, coupled with the view of how the Northern River Angel was helpless when the child hugged him.

After opening the weight in the mouth, Pomegranate said to Mantingan who is lucky can still hear despite the mere incisions, “Already. All your struggles have been more than enough for me.”

With an increasingly limited awareness, Mantingan was still able to realize that the Pomegranate before him at this time was not the grandson of Tapa Balian. Nothing else and nothing, he is the Gembangmas!

“Come back to Javadvipa if you want to get this princess at once me, Hero Man.” Right after, the small body of Pomegranate disappeared so along with the Northern River Angel. He left the young man alone in the room.

Mantingan consciousness is up to the threshold. The young man was unconscious, giving up everything to Chitra Anggini who hopefully still breathes to this day.

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OPENING his eyes, Mantingan found himself lying on a bed that was very warm and soft. Whoever woke up in that place, would definitely choose to close his eyes again. Lulled in comfort. However, not with the Spell that suddenly just remembered the Pair of Moon Swords!

The young man quickly got up from his bed, although then fell back on the floor which was not at all warm and soft. His head still felt very dizzy. Everything sounds. Blurry and random everything looks.

At that moment, he felt a pair of soft arms grabbing and helping him back up on the bed. Then, a voice appeared that Mantingan can recognize really. The voice he hated.

“No need to worry about anything, I have absolutely no interest in any heirloom swords that will only bring doom.”

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Thank you for the positive comments made. Really, it became one of my biggest sources of energy in continuing this story.