The Musafir

Challenges

The nine warriors that Mantingan faced were not master warriors. The fight was so great and short. The nine warriors were lying covered in blood, no longer alive. While the Mantingan was already at Dara's side, sheathing back the sword at the girl's waist.

The mantle regulates the airway after completing the fight. This fight he was happy to finish. He also felt lucky to have passed this path at the right time, so that he could realize and quell the nine warriors of the troublemaker. If others were to pass by here earlier or later, it was highly likely that they were unaware of the dangerous trap that lay before them. Even if the nine warriors were weak, but the trap they set could have crippled even high-level warriors.

In the martial world, negligence means death.

The nine warriors were wearing the same clothes. Indicates that they are from the same group. On their clothes, a picture of a tree without leaves was painted. In their hands, there was a tattoo that was exactly like what was drawn on their clothes.

The mantan advanced a few steps forward, approaching the rope that ran across the road. So thin that it is almost invisible. The mantle traces where the rope is aimed. And after being traced, Mantingan found a box containing hundreds of poisonous needles. If the rope were interested, the box would fire hundreds of needles at the same time. It works the same way as an arrow.

“If these needles dart together, it will be very difficult to avoid them.” Manten muttered and clucked in annoyance.

Now, in order to perfect the shortness of the nine, Mantingan had to erect pancakas and burn them. But he is thinking now, will it not attract the attention of other warriors around here?

Indeed, in a great war, there will be many warriors killed, and it is unlikely that warriors who defeat other warriors will establish pancaka while the war is still ongoing. It could be, the swordsman who had defeated the other swordsman also died by other warriors as well. At such times, the swordsman is not obliged to burn the body of his defeated opponent. Usually, there are volunteers who set up pancaka for warriors who died in the battlefield.

Mantingan looked at the situation, should this time be called a war situation? If burning a pancaka alone would harm him, could he be relieved of that responsibility?

Just a moment of hesitation, a sound of laughter exploded that so shook the night air. Mantang quickly rose up, sharpening his hearing to know where the laughter came from.

Seeing the alertness of Mantingan, Dara no longer wants to stay silent and become a protected person. He prepared, whoever his opponent would be, he would come darting and fight like a Mantingan.

The laughter stopped. The mantan turned to his right side, appearing a reluctant black shadow figure showing himself more clearly. The mantle scrunched his forehead. The shadow hiding behind the tree was seen deliberately showing off its power. From there, Mantingan knew that he was a tall swordsman.

“Tough young swordsman!” The man said loudly. “I've seen that really impressive power of yours. It's a pity that you killed the sealant warrior. Maybe your eyes are not open enough, not enough experience, it's natural that you're young. If you want to add experience and open your eyes, join the Getih Asin Padepokan. I'm one of the elders there, you can get a special path to enter. And for these bodies, let me take care of them.”

Mantingan unhesitatingly replied firmly, “I will not be willing to join any group of demons including your group of demons.”

The black shadow figure fell silent for a while before finally saying, “Young man, don't be arrogant and pretend to be holy like that. The science you used earlier was clearly black martial arts. Do not be smart to talk about the devil while yourself are the devil.”

The sound released by the shadow warrior figure was able to make Dara creep in fear, the girl did not dare to move the item a step. In contrast to Mantingan, the young man was not at all daunted by the remark he considered so low.

The warrior laughed. “Young man, do not make your decision so early. You're young, I understand that you're actually in doubt. All right, just like this. You please go, think carefully about my offer. Come back here tomorrow night, tell me your answer.”

“No need to waste time, my answer remains no.”

“If that is the answer, I challenge you to fight.”

The heart of Mantingan instantly thumped hearing that. “Do you still have a swordsman attitude?"

According to the unwritten laws of the martial world, a high-ranking swordsman should not challenge a swordsman who was much weaker than him. But if the weaker warrior challenges him, then it is the obligation to be fulfilled.

“Usia does not specify, your science of shortness is almost comparable to me.”

The mantle was pounding his chest. Refusing a challenge is tantamount to smearing shortness. A warrior who resists challenges can no longer be called a warrior.

“I have challenged you, if you are still not willing to accept the offer to join the Getih Asin Padepokan. See you tomorrow night, don't be a coward!” The moment he said that, his shadow darted and disappeared from the place.

Mantingan took a long breath. If indeed he had to serve the swordsman's challenge, then it would be the first battle challenge received by him. However, this one challenge is very life-threatening.

The mantan nodded slowly at Dara, asking her to ride back on the horse.

“Mantingan, I have to help you.”

“This problem should not harm you, Dara.” Warm smiling coat. “Better, we return to continue the journey.”

Dara wanted to talk, but not to say. He just said it in his mind, revealing how weak he was. However, Dara did not want Mantingan to think of her as a weak woman, he wanted Mantingan to occasionally trouble her about something but Mantingan never did that.

Mantingan and Dara returned to the back of their horses respectively. The mantan could leave the nine corpses of the nine warriors without having to endanger themselves by burning them. The shadow figure had said that it was he who would take care of the nine lifeless bodies.

They returned to riding horses. The mantingan asks Dara not to race the horse too fast, whether what traps and dangers are hindering them in front of him. His coat and horse were in front of Dara, to make sure there were no more traps, even so he kept an eye on Dara with his sharp hearing.