The Swordsman of Bloon

26

"Old grandfather! Your work is really good. I love the sculpture you're making...!" said merchant Bergola Mungkur repeating his words.

Without looking at the old sculptor

"Something good isn't necessarily fun. Something to like, not necessarily bring satisfaction and happiness."

"If I wanted to have it, would you give it to me?" ask merchant Bergola Mungkur without understanding what the grandfather's words mean.

The old sculptor shook his head.

"What if I buy it?" the rich merchant asked curiously.

"This statue I made is not for sale or to give to anyone. So just forgive me if I can't fulfill your request, Brother!" said the old sculptor without ever turning away from his work.

"What if these two bags of pure gold were exchanged for your statue, old man?" said merchant Bergola Mungkur. While moving two bags of gold so as to cause a clashing sound. Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi glared at his eyes. They did not expect his master to be avid after seeing the statue made by the old man. Instead, two priceless bags of gold were about to be exchanged for a stone statue. Although it is worth admitting the statue has a very great charisma. Wouldn't it be if the old sculptor didn't sell it. Only by giving orders to them could he clean up the sculptor to then have the stone statue without anyone daring to disturb?

"Are you a merchant?" ask the grandfather in an indifferent manner.

"True, I am the richest merchant in Malaya. If you feel these two bags of gold are not worth your sculpture. I can get my men to take two more bags of gold in addition."

The old sculptor frowned repeatedly shaking his head.

"I told you with any amount of gold I wouldn't sell it. This statue is part of my life!"

"Old man, we hope you don't have to act in front of us. Two bags of gold is a not small amount. Do we have to force you to hand over the statue to my master?" giwang Rana. And apparently this man with a toothed and haunted appearance can no longer control his mind.

Merchant Bergola Mungkur himself who felt he had run out of words to persuade the old sculptor just kept silent waiting for a reaction.

For the first time the old sculptor turned his face and looked fixedly at Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi. The expression on his face remained flat not showing the slightest anger.

"You become rich because of the energy and blood sweat of innocent people. If I accept your offer, it means that I smear my work with the blood of those killed in the mining cave of Bumi Ayu! I'm a sculptor wandering around at all times always hearing the screams of the souls of people who die prematurely. You are out from before me! Your presence will only make the air here stale and stink of sin."

It was not only these three horsemen who were taken aback. But also the Blo'on Swordsman who hid on the hill behind the rock was amazed. I don't know who that strange guy is? But it is surprising that he recognized the lunge of horsemen who turned out to be a rich merchant.

"Old man! You're really looking for a disease to have dared to interfere in our affairs!" snapped the merchant Bergola Mungkur suddenly.

Without turning away from the statue he was polishing. The sculptor Kelana smiled coldly.

"A man who has a great soul is one who dares to admit his every mistake. No matter if the mistake was made by an old man like me. But most people forget, and try to find a pretext by spreading slander to cover up their own mistakes. How terrible would such a man be in the future!"

"To parat! I don't need your sermon!" ma ki the merchant from the city of Malaya was furious not playing.

"I'm the one who doesn't like to hear dirty words! You better get out of my sight!" the old sculptor's orders, his voice was slow but firm.

"Bang sat hi na! Kill her!" the order of merchant Bergola Mungkur, then gave the instructions to Banjar Saketi and Giwang Rana. Simultaneously these two men in a violent appearance were pounding his horse. The horse crashed towards the Kelana Sculptor who remained seated in front of the statue. Then the legs of Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi hit the chest and the head of the Kelana Sculptor. Before both of his legs hit the target. With very difficult movements followed by the naked eye. Old sculptor moves his hand towards the section **************hooves.

Unexpectedly, the horses surged upwards while neighing in pain. Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi who did not expect to experience bad luck immediately slammed from the horse's back. Fortunately, they have a high intelligence on average. So that in a very desperate situation they still had time to dress and set both feet not far from the old sculptor. Two horse-drawn mounts galloped away from his master. While Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi became angry instead of playing.

"Two to parat! There is no way for you to die! Now you're telling us what kind of death you want?" shouted Banjar Saketi.

"Death is God's business! Go before your blood is spattered in this very holy wasteland!"

"Juih...!" Giwang Rana spit.

"Sriing!"

On the other hand, this ballast-looking man has drawn his weapon in the form of a shiny yellow axe. Once the lyrics of the Sculptor Kelana can already see that the weapons in the hands of his opponents contain a very vile poison. But the base man is strange, even though the opponent has wielded a very dangerous weapon. But he remained calm and calm even remained glued to his place.

Feeling underestimated, while growling strange Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi jumped forward, then back the weapon in his hand split the head of the Sculptor Kelana, while the other axes slashed at his waist. A cold wind roared accompanying the flashing of an axe in his opponent's hand. The attack was quick not play. So that Blo'on Swordsman who saw this condition was forced to hold his breath and his eyes wide

"Guus!"

"Babeek...!"

Suddenly there was a scream of pain. Two bodies slammed in opposite directions.

Near the statue, the old man stood up while holding a strange grin. Somehow the two axes in the hands of each of his opponents had now changed hands. His somewhat sunken eyes looked towards his opponents who were trying to get up on their feet.

The faces of Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi briefly blushed briefly turned pale. During misfortune across the jungle pesilatan they have never experienced bad luck like now. Moreover, only in the first breakthrough had they been made helpless!But to retreat, was an obstacle for them. Especially considering that there is their employer. While gulping, suddenly the right hand of merchant Bergola Mungkur pulled a three-fed keris on the left waist. The keris was rotated in such a way that it formed a sparkling white shadow.

"Hap...!"

"Come you!" banjar Saketi and Giwang Rana shouted almost simultaneously. Their bodies shot forward like lightning. Keris in the hand chopping and piercing towards the ten paths of deadly blood.But it turns out the Sculptor Kelana is a versatile human who not only has a reliable sculpting science. But it also has a very impressive stash of silat styles.

His opponent's weapon had not touched his body. It has gone into the air. The booty weapon thrown at him at a speed very difficult to follow by the naked eye.

"Yyieing!"

"Traang!"

"Hearkhgh...!"

Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi screamed sky-high. Their bodies stiffen. The poisonous axes thrown by the old sculptors punched into their chests and directly pierced through on their backs. The right eye of merchant Bergola Mungkur spread wide like a woman saw a tan swallow jang.

In just a moment their bodies were cornered, then silent for all eternity. The shock in the hearts of the Malayan city merchant was not the reeds of the kepalang.

On top of the hill Suro Blondo let out his tongue and scratched his head. Meanwhile, the Kelana sculptor sat down again and continued his pending work. His attitude was so calm as if nothing had ever happened there. From a wry taste, Merchant Bergola Mungkur turned very angry.

"Hi na man dina to parat! You really don't look me in the face at all! If you don't have a double life, you better kneel before me and hand over the marble statue immediately!"

Not answering, the old sculptor even farts. Then came the sound of coughing from his mouth which was covered in a whitened mustache.

"Ah.. relieved it feels. Have a stomach must be able to fart, so as not to hurt the massager! Eeh... What did you just say?" asked the Kelana Sculptor without turning a face.

"Bang sat hi na! Eat this my sword...!" shouted the merchant. Suddenly his body shot into the air. The sword in his hand let out a buzzing sound. But all of a sudden with an indifferent attitude the sculptor Kelana flicked his hand to the right side. A strong wind like embers roaring. The hot wind blew it into Bergola Mungkur, causing it to fall.

"Akk..."

"Bruck...!"

"Hitdrrk...!"

Bergola Mungkur stood up. All over his body shook violently, the sign of his anger had already peaked to the crown.

Blo'on's swordsman who saw the incident clapped his hands. It just doesn't make any sound at all.

Meanwhile Bergola Mungkur has lunged back with very high internal energy. A moment more the shiny white-colored sword nearly severed the neck vein of the Kelana Sculptor. Suddenly the grandfather moved his hand to the chest of the opponent. The movement he made seemed so slow. But the consequences are so incredible.

"Break!"

"Yet...!"

Bergola Mungkur strangled in shock. This rich merchant's clothes were ripped large even as charred in flames. If only the sculptor Kelana willed, of course his life had been lost. Now staggered he watched the old sculptor as if he did not believe the ability his opponent had. But he soon found out. His wealth piles up, who would lose their lives?

"Go before my patience is completely exhausted!" Sculptor Kelana growling.

"Bbb. okay, I'll go. But you wait for my revenge!" said Bergola Mungkur. While quickly getting his horse, then leaving the Sculptor Kelana while driving his horse as fast as possible. And it turns out that his horse was somehow unable to run fast anymore. Along the way continue to pee and neigh irregular.