The Swordsman of Bloon

21

Feeling his goal almost up, Suro Blondo swung his pace again. After passing through the path, he was forced to take a shortcut by passing through the middle of the grave.

As he walked along, Suro felt that something was wrong. The ground he was treading moved like life. Corrugated ground surface.

When the Blo'on Swordsman stopped his steps, then the ground surface that followed the move also stopped.

"What other crazy way is this presented by Kala Demit? I'm not sure there's a dedemit following me through the underground. Or is there a demon that can do it?" bathin Suro Blondo's.

He looked around at his quiet surroundings, then looked up at the silent sky Suro suddenly felt to be in a seclusion of time. And live in this world as alone.

"Suros! Your heart and mind are one. If you feel like life is lonely. It was just a game and a mood. Your environment is your world. You are present in this world with your four brothers. One day you will return to the Creator, as well as yourself. If you're in a grave, then remember to die. Death will come to everyone. No matter if he is a person of rank, a treasurer, or a gem. No one can postpone his death, even for a second. The greatest enemy comes from yourself, from your desires. Most humans are wretched and useless because they are too indulgent with lust!"

The words once given by his teacher now seemed to be pouring back in his eardrums.

"There is the grave here the grave, in the midst of which I stand. I'm just someone who wants to be devoted to parents. My anger was invisible, but Kala Demit I had to find it!" thought the Blo'on Swordsman.

After weighing the bad good, Suro Blondo intended to continue his steps again. But his footsteps stopped instantly when he saw that there was a warning board not far from where he was standing.

Brother arrives at the grave of the Living Corpse

Keep moving means wretched!

Wage the past

Because every human

Never escape from the khilaf and sin

We better make peace....

Suro smiled with a sneer, then pulled his mouth out.

"Where can! If my parents could come back to life with just a million words of regret and forgiveness. Everyone is willing to apologize. Blood debt pay blood, starch debt pay starch. The debt must be paid with taro. Dead debts must be paid. Kala Demit's! Here's the coward you're.... Show yourself so you can see the boy you were looking for has now turned himself in!" shouted Blo'on Swordsman.

A moment is silence. Sepi was so jerking, that every breath of Suro Blondo was heard clearly.

To that extent there was no sound. Suro Blondo started looking around. But what he expected did not appear as well to make him so upset.

"All right, if you don't want to see me. I'll drag you out of your butut hut, Kala Demit!'' the young man shouted in a louder voice.

"Gleerrr...!"

Not the answer he got, but a rumbling sound accompanied by cracking of the ground surface. On the crack of the ground was a strange movement as if there was a power thrashing from within.

Suro Blondo gasped. Looking around, the same scene was clearly visible. Then....

Started with a long neighing voice, then gushed the figure of the head in very large numbers. Then the body figure squirmed out.

Their faces were extremely sinister, as the faces were broken and slimy. Nasal sumplung, both eyes form a large cavity. The smell of foul smell pierces the smell. To make the young man walk backwards while holding his breath so as not to vomit.

"Living life? Could this be Kala Demit's work? So cowardly is he...!" hiss Suro Blondo.

Not even a trace of betel, this reddish-black-haired youth had been surrounded from all directions.

"And...!"

"Groaaaakh...!"

"Crep! Craapy!"

"Yepy...!" Suro tinkled his body. Until both legs are held by the living corpses can be released.

"Groaaakh...!"

Just as Suro had set his foot on the ground, these wandering corpses had ambushed him back.

Once the compass attacks them, making Suro a hassle. He jumped again into the air. He immediately exerted the 'White Monkey Sorting A Flea' The young man's hand moved with agility, while the legs sometimes kick or wiggle avoid the ambush of his opponents consisting of these disgusting corpses.

"Groakkus...!"

"Upts...!"

So fierce are these undead attacks that make Suro Blondo increasingly troublesome.

"Heyyaa...!"

"Well! Yoke!"

"Strash!"

Suro Blondo fell down. Not yet had he stood up, the legs of the slime-crippled undead kicked him over and over. Until it threw him here.

"Something that messes up sometimes helps you a lot!"

In a state of vomiting blood like that, Suro was like hearing the advice of his grandfather and teacher, the Fire-Haired Angel.

"Hara...!"

Blo'on swifters jumped away. After standing up completely, regardless of the blood that melted on his lips, he turned a step, his mouth twitched, then the movement he made then was something very chaotic.

This is the 'You're Balau' style'. A second ultimate move based on strange movements and very chaotic and clearly very contrary to the silat moves.

How not, sometimes the body of the young man staggered forward like a person who was about to stray. At other times when tilted to the left, swipe to the right. Half-foot lifted like a person who slipped a banana peel.

But no matter how great the attacks of the living corpses were, not a single one of their attacks hit the target.

On the contrary, once Suro counterattacked in a strange way and difficult to follow by the naked eye, then his opponents seemed to be hit by jotosan and kick his foot.

Seeing his comrades lurching, then the others attacked with doubled speed and strength. Instead, the living corpses that had crashed also rose again. So that the pressure of the opponent's attack is getting heavier.

"Crazy...! These bodies were moved by a single force. I have to unleash the 'Sukma Generation Fault' punch, '" Suro Blondo sighed.

"Houp!"

"Yeah...!"

"Wooo! Wuuk! Yuk!"

A strong wind accompanied by a chill roared to the eight directions. Waves of wind mixed with white snow then hit the corpses of the heaven with a crushing.

"Bumm! Boo! Boo!"

"Groaaaakh...!"

Shooting sounds heard. A horribly rotten broken body has the chance to collapse. They turned frozen, but who avoided the fierce blow of the young man, unleashed a blow no less devastating than the 'Lament of the Succum-Burning Plant'.

This fact made Pendekar Blo'on gasp. He quickly took the same blow again.

"Glars! Glaar!"

Harsh and deafening explosions of the eardrum sounded. The public cemetery is poranda. Suro Blondo fell down. It is true that he suffered a serious internal injury. It was evident that the blood flowed nonstop from the corner of his lips.

He swallowed two black mops. Not long after the blood stopped. The young man stood up. His mouth tightened, a sign of his anger had reached the crown.

“If I don't use a gun! I think my soul will soon be floating," he said.

Then he pulled out the mandau behind his clothes. Then he heard his laughter.

"Baby Mandau! If it's true you're the incarnation of a heartbroken ascetic. Show your prowess! I killed the undead who broke the rules. Their place is in the grave! Hiya...!"

"Hiiiii...!"

As soon as the male mandau in Suro Blondo's hand flipped. So the four sloping holes in the middle of the mandau let out a cry.

The black rays roared along with the whistling of an incredible cold air. Like the lightning of this deadly weapon.

"Crass! The bags! Ctas! Ctaas!"

"Groook...!"

The bodies of the living were also likely to be hit by the slash of weapons belonging to the Blo'on Swordsman.

Outside the knowledge of the young man. May there be a pair of beautiful and clear eyes watching the action. He was able to glance when he saw the weapon in the hands of the young man made the living corpses that would have been raised by Kala Demit to be meaningless at all.

But over time he could not bear to see this young man rampaging blindly. For he knew very well that the bodies could not be stopped even though they had lost their heads, hands or feet.

Not long after, he came out of his hiding place.

"Throw...!"

There was the sound of the screams of this white hooded girl. So unexpectedly by Suro Blondo, the bodies that attacked the Blo'on Swordsman fell and returned to their origin.

Their bodies in a short period of time had turned rotting. Suro ter. He looked towards the direction of the voice.

"You...! Apparently you're following me, White Veil!" grunts Suro Blondo.

"Surely all this is your game!"

"You're wrong! I only know how to bring them down, not raise them up" the girl argued sternly.

"Then what's your purpose in following me?"

"I'm just worried about your safety" the White Veil Goddess replied timidly.

Suro felt wrong.

“You have nothing to do with me. If I die you will not lose."

“But I don't want to see kasati,"

"Then try to tell me where Kala Demit and the Red Face Katai are! I didn't see him in the house" said the young man.

"I can't be sure. Maybe he was on his way to Madura. It's usually a long time and I don't know when he's coming back here!"

Suro's forehead was crinkled sharply.

"What do you have to do with Kala Demit?"

The White Veil Goddess shook her head.

"Why was that time you got in my way?" asked the Blo'on Swordsman without daring to look into the eyes of the girl who held a thousand kinds of puzzles.

The White Veil Goddess seemed to want to say something. His lips are locked. Only his gaze felt so strange, even then the face of the clean-skinned girl with fine feathers on her cheeks looked reddish.

"You don't understand how I felt when I first saw you at the bay" cried the White Veil Goddess.

Next without saying anything else he immediately flashed away. So fast was his movement, that in a short time the White Veil Goddess had vanished from the eyes of the young man.

"She was so strange, her eyes were also strange. His eyes felt soft and cool. And the way to look at the timid. It seems he is amazed at me. Ah.. There-there is," snorted the Blo'on Swordsman and then the head bobbles.

He felt his mind become confused. Kala Demit was his great enemy, as was the Red Face Katai. But the girl nicknamed the Goddess of the White Veil why always shadow and worry about her safety?

"If a girl pays a lot of attention to you. It could be that he's in love."

The words once spoken by the White Ape Demon Lord seemed to be burrowing back in his ears. Suro smiled wryly. Two beautiful girls had at least taken his attention and time. Although it is a little.

One is a bit open. The other one is very mysterious. The keto-looking young man broke a sweat on his face, shaking his head he stepped away.

Suro Blondo was completely unaware that since leaving the bay on the South Sea coast, there were other shadows that kept following him from a fairly safe place.

The movements of the shadows were very fast like demons. Sometimes they follow from a very close distance. But not infrequently the shadows disappear, then a new shadow appears to replace the first position.

"Anyway I have to go to Madura. I don't think the white veil girl is lying. Ha ha ha...! The horse of the cow. Wherever you hide I'll chase you!" exclaim Blo'on Swordsman like a madman.