The Swordsman of Bloon

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Warok Batiroso's shock was not overbearing. Someone who can attack the mighty bird is certainly those who have high intelligence.

But when he looked to the left side, the person standing there grinningly opposite his waist was just a reddish-black-haired young man looking to lol. Yet he had to admit that the young man was more handsome than his own Shepherd.

"No rain, no wind. Only a madman seeks disease if he dares to interfere in the affairs of others!" warok Batiroso.

"Because that yellow dress girl is my friend. Cook I should just glare seeing him lose his head?"

"Hmm, you're a friend of his?"

Suro Blondo scratched his head, another looked at the Moon Goddess who glared at him.

"Good, I don't think your goal is that much different from this girl's. Tell me your name and what's your title?"

"The title is unnecessary, my name is Suro Blondo!" the Blo'on Swordsman.

"Huh...! Apparently you're the one who was rumored to be the prodigy who was born on the one night of Asyuro eighteen years ago? It just so happens that I want to know what greatness is stored behind the name and the electrifying birth first!" warok Batiroso's growl could barely hold back his laughter.

"Ha ha ha! What makes the uproar are perverted rats like you. They want to have a student like me. Heh...did you not pity to carry your bunting wife with you?"

Feeling insinuated so much, both Warok Batiroso and Panaran so very offended.

"Art's head!"

Warok Batiroso was about to throw Suro's head. But this young man held him back

"Wait?"

"What else?"

"Fight with a magical human like me there's a time and a limit. If the time we agreed on was over. It means you lose if you can't knock me down. If you win, I'm willing to be your lackey"

"If I lose?"

"If you lose, you must worship me seven times after that, bemoaning from before me!"

"Ha ha ha!"

Warok Batiroso.

He is confident in his ability. The young man in front of him even though he had seen his prowess was definitely not up to five moves he would be a loser. Especially considering the face of that handsome young man. At least if he can defeat him, besides Warok has lackeys the young man can also be used as his concubine.

"How, do you agree?" ask the Bloo on Swordsman.

"agree. How much you offer?"

"Ten," replied Suro Blondo.

"I bid five."

Blo on swordsman grinned,

then laugh while holding his mouth.

"You bid the least, don't regret it later if your boss has to stick your head back and forth, Warok...!"

"Much mouths!"

"Tuuing...!"

Warok gushed the young man's mouth. But Suro had already pulled his mouth back. Then he shifted his steps to the left side. His fist hit the warok's chest. This man brushed aside with light movements but his hands were energized in high.

Suro doesn't want to take any chances. Then turn your hands to the side. The right leg hit the stomach.

Warok Batiroso was shocked. He jumped to the back. Precisely when the young man slammed his hand again into the chest of the opponent.

Kicks can be avoided, but his opponent's fist slammed into the Warok's chest.

Because the hit was quite hard, Warok even though his body was big still staggered backwards. Red face accepted this reality. He rattled his jaw, then his right hand rotated quickly. This is the 'Castrous Wall' style'.

A mainstay style that is very believed to be his greatness.Serasa opponent's hands are getting faster and faster. Until the hand that rotates and causes a wave of this roaring wind grows longer as if it turns into many.

Swordsman Blo’on has devolved the style of 'White Monkey Sorting Ticks' One of the ridiculous styles of his teacher's legacy of White Monkey Fleece.

Instantly the young man's body staggered. His left hand was incessantly scratching here and there. While the right hand scatters the eyes of the Warok.

The young man's feet continued to move agilely. Sometimes the position is half crouching while jumping up and down. But as soon as the opponent's attack intensified, he rolled around while pointing to the sky.

The young man's lips were muttering. Sometimes the sound of hissing or ngak ngik nguk like the sound of a noisy mo nyet. Then in a constant state of rolling it he released a consecutive kick sweeping the Warok leg.

The onslaught carried out by Warok Batiroso always escaped. Instead the counterattacks carried out by his opponent nearly hit dangerous places.

No doubt, Warok Batiroso so jittery.

Meanwhile, the Moon Goddess also apparently did not stay silent. He hit Panaran gemblak the Warok with very violent attacks.

Panaran who had seen the Moon Goddess had my glasses get the attack of the Undan did not expect. Now the girl turned great without using a gun. Now he slowly realized that this girl has very dangerous moves if not attacked from the air.

In a short time the battle had already turned into an exclamation. Instead Panaran had already retracted the small keris of the three curves once under pressure from his opponent. Black colored keris contains this vile poison roaring black light and spreading fishy smell. A sign that his opponent's weapon contained a very vile poison.

"I can't possibly have bare hands continue to face her weapons that contain the poison" thought the Moon Goddess.

"Sriin! The spring!"

"Heaaa...!"

The Moon Goddess snapped loudly, her body darting forward. While the short twin sword he had just pulled pierced towards the opponent's neck while the other spread to the stomach Panaran.

Got a devastating attack at the same time this was gasp as well. But like lightning he slammed his body to the left side and then released a kick to his opponent's wrist.

"Take off!"

Although the sword in the right hand had trembled and the wrist that was hit by a kick felt crumpled. But the sword in his left hand continued to accelerate threatening Panaran's chest. This man is rubbing his body. No urgency....

"Prince...!"

"Luck...!"

The complaining of short. His shoulder that was struck by the tip of the sword of the Goddess was torn. The concubine Warok growled furiously. Then he stood up, regardless of the wounds he suffered he attacked again with more intense attacks.

The Moon Goddess did not want to lose. He turned over the 'Wallet Snatching the Foam' sword'. One of the greatest moves with the function of pounding and defending.

"Wukk! Wukk!"

The glint of the sword light sank Panaran's eyes. The black light that emanated from Panaran keris seemed to be pushed and dimmed. Just in the eye shock Panaran had been confined.

Another time when his keris hit the sword in the hand of Goddess Keris mustika was bounced. It was at that moment that the Sword in the hand of the Goddess stuck to his chest. If the Moon Goddess wants to, of course Panaran's soul can no longer be saved.

"I admit defeat!" his hiss with a pale face of fear.

"Next time if you meet you. I'll cut off your head!" grunting the Moon Goddess while inserting the sword into her skeleton.

Meanwhile the fight between Warok Batiroso and Pendekar Blo on has reached its peak. The Warok who promised time for five styles has now passed through forty styles. He seems curious too. Because since then he was only able to make opponents fall down the ridge and vomit blood.

On the contrary, Suro Blondo, by relying on hilarious and silly moves, repeatedly hit the Warok to make this man suffer serious internal injuries.

This figure from Ponorogo apparently does not want to give up just like that. Now, grinning in pain, he pulled out a large, thin, sharp machete-like blade belonging to the butcher.

"Buck! I admit your strange and terrible silat moves. But I can't possibly cancel my intention to join the lord of Mount Bromo before trying out this greatness of my cleaver!"

"Ha ha ha! I'm tired of haggling with you, I don't think you'll make that promise again. Wanna use your wounded camel to poke me please. Wanna use a thousand bodo time guns!"

"You're looking too lightly at me! Hiyaa...!"

"I always look at you heavy and tall Warok! Weiit... It's almost an ambrol tub my nask...!" the young man screamed while jumping backwards saving his stomach from the hit of his opponent's big machete.

"Wik! Wikis! Wik!"

"Dude! Ngong! Whoa!"

"Eiith! It's almost...!"

Suro Blondo went into the air when the machete in the hands of Warok Batiroso slashed his machete pointed at his feet. Still in a state of clumping in the air unexpectedly the Warok chasing after him. Of course it is very difficult for Suro to avoid danger. So he pulled his flagship weapon in the form of a black male Mandau from behind his clothes.

The weapon with four sides of the hole is tilted at the center and has this double end roaring through the air. Instantly there was the sound of heart-wrenching moans. The groaning sound turned into a painful scream of eardrums as the young man channeled his inner energy into the handle of the Male Mandau.

Warok Batiroso gasped, his chest trembled and instantly felt tight. He was trying to exert his inner strength to eliminate the strange influences emanating from the opponent's weapons. But to that extent he was not able to do it either.

Warok dropped his weapon, there was a collision to cause sparks.

"Room!"

"Traak! Tracks!"

That violent clash made each opponent bounce far away. Warok Batirono fell down. While Suro Blondo is still able to set his feet well in the

aboveground.

When Warok Batiroso looked at the cleaver then surprised the figure of this Ponorogo. The mustika on his hand had been broken in two. His face turned pale, he realized that the young man wanted to not only had his machete become two, but also his head could be dislodged from his body.

When he looked at the young man, it was clear that the young man had just put his shaped weapon and made a strange sound into his scabbard.

Blo on his forehead.

"Are you still curious too, Warok?"

"Hmm, if you don't see for yourself where I can believe. You're young but you've got a lot of intelligence. You are not a weak young man. Your intelligence is impossible for me to match even if I study for another fifteen years. I admit defeat to you, according to my promise I canceled my intention to join the ruler of Mount Bromo. In my eyes, you deserve the title of Swordsman Blo on...."

"Ha ha ha...! To receive the same nickname, it means I have to cut the goat again. Whatever you say, I hope you don't forget your promise...!"

"Oh, of course not!"

Warok Batiroso suddenly dropped down and knelt seven times. When the Warok rose again, he said:

"If you visit Ponorogo and get into trouble. You just say my name and no one dares bother you!"

"Hmm, I'm so grateful. Hope you live long, Ki. Lots of luck, easy soul mate, long hair, long mustache and long anyway you have...!" suro Blondo said as he scratched his head.

Indeed, Warok Batiroso prying also heard the euapan of the young man who was considered half-sloped. But what do you want, he has lost and must know himself with his feet up.

Without waiting to be the next ploy material, Warok Batiroso immediately went by carrying Panaran on his shoulders.

Blo on's swordsman looked at Warok Batiroso's departure with a smile.

"This world is really old what a man who is getting crazy. Women are not less. How to mate bars against bars? Like people playing sticks. Ha ha ha.. crazy... crazy is not a joke...!"

The young man was laughing like a lopsided person. But if he remembered something, then Suro Blondo dyed.

"I'm keccolongan. The yellow dress girl. Uhh...." The young man clapped his forehead repeatedly

"What's her name? Goddesses... The Moon Goddess star. Goddess of the Gods or Goddess Saritem. The Goddess of the Round, the Goddess of the Moon...! Where'd he go?"

Blo on swordsman noticed the atmosphere around him. But in that place it was deserted like a grave

"I'm sure the Goddess has gone to Mount Bromo. Apparently he doesn't want me to follow. I have almost the same business. He went to the tiger's nest alone. What if something unwanted happens. Hmm, my heart why is it pounding like this. Brother no, mother is not... Why am I worried about her safety?"

Suro Blondo paced around in that place, after thinking for a bit longer he then came to a conclusion.

"I'd better catch him. Who knew he was really in trouble," thought Suro Blondo.

This young man then ran away from the hilly area using the science of running fast Lightning Shadow. So that in a short time he had disappeared from sight.