The Swordsman of Bloon

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This bare-chested, white-haired old man walked back and forth around the statue he had just finished coloring. It is worth admitting, after the statue was colored, the result was more perfect.

This is the only statue that is the most beautiful among the many statues he has ever made. Looking at the statue's face longer, suddenly the face of the Kelana Sculptor turned grim.

"I can't believe you left so soon, my son! Now I'm just alone. Living with the shadow of an unbrimmed dream. Nightmares always come and go. It's torturing me, torturing me deeply."

Without realizing it the tears of the Sculptor Kelana dripped. His voice then turned hoarse.

"If I go, one very big secret is contained within you. I prayed all day and night. If I can't keep you company any longer, hopefully a kind, honest man can uncover the veil of mystery that I've been deliberately hiding in you...!" hiss the old grandfather while raising his face to the sky.

While the Kelana Sculptor was talking alone like that, dim in the distance heard the sound of horse footsteps. The longer the sound of the horse's feet getting faster and clearer.

"This is the worst sign of my life!" the old man in his heart.

Sure enough, not long after that a steed horse stopped right in front of the Sculptor Kelana. Sitting on it was a girl in translucent purple clothes. This girl was shocked to see how beautiful the statue and the power at the bottom of her stomach was.

Mustika Jajar had quivered his body. His blood rippled, his heart beating faster. Frankly he admitted that the statue was a perfect form of the person of a mighty man. Especially after seeing his handsome and handsome look.

If he had originally intended to change the statue to six bags of pure gold. So now after seeing the statue he even changed to have the statue for eternity.

"Old Man. Is it true that you are the sculptor Kelana?" asked Mustika Jajar trying to be friendly even though his voice had vibrated to resist the explosive desire after seeing the power of the statue.

"That means to carry a good or evil intent?" asked the sculptor Kelana indifferently.

"Hhhh, this man is really arrogant as the merchant of the basket said!" inner Demon Female From Hell.

"I mean depending on how you welcome it, Sculptor Kelana? Hik hik hik...!" Mustika Jajar giggled. He glanced at the grandfather.

"Hmmm, everyone does have certain intentions of coming here. Looking at your appearance my heart says you carry a meaning that is not only bad but vile! Go then! I don't have time to serve you."

"How about you exchange that statue with me?"

"You mean?"

"That nice sculptor you gave me. In return I handed myself over to you for some time!" Mustika Jajar smiled flirtatiously. He even deliberately scratched his chest, so that one of the buttons of his shirt was open and showed his chest that was puffed solid, white sparkling.

The Kelana sculptor quickly turned his face the other way. His anger was stirred.

"Low woman! I'm an old man you can't fool. Even if you swallow it in front of me, the price of this statue is more expensive than the dandy of your body!"

"Ah.. I've come. I'd like to ask for the statue!" Mustika Jajar shamelessly bluntly.

"Hhh. This statue I made is not for me to sell or give to others. He is a clone of my son. Since he's my son, then I'll keep him even at stake!"

The Demonic Female Eyes from Hell were wide. If the statue is so powerful and manly let alone a real person.

"Where is your son, old man?" ask the girl in purple.

"He's gone!"

"Ah.. dear right! Then now you must hand me your carved statue!" firmly the girl while shaking her waist.

"I told you I wouldn't give it to anyone. Haven't you heard my words!" grunts the Kelana Sculptor with a feeling of disgust.

"The thing is I have to take your new life is you want to hand the statue to me!"

"For the sake of this statue's safety from a human like you, I'm willing to sacrifice anything!" grunts Sculptor Kelana felt offended.

"Much mouths! Hiya...!"

Sneaky Mustika Jajar hit the grandfather's back with full power. But the Kelana Sculptor so felt the wind blow directly jumped to the left side. Then he flicked his left hand.

"Dwg!"

"Law…!"

Mustika Jajar jerked. His hand felt like it was hitting a wall of coral. The hand was red and had pain in his fingers. It staggered as far as three acts.

Instead the Kelana Sculptor was also shocked. His left hand was pierced by thousands of needles. Worse yet the hand turned cold. As a person who has experienced and unfortunate cross along the coast of Java island. He was well aware that his opponent had a deep energy that contained vile poison. The only thing that astonished him was the inner energy that the girl had. Although he was still young, but his inner strength had already reached a perfect level.

"A little while old grandpa! Immediately Ib lis Betina From Hell will send you to Hell!" the Mustika Jajar.

Seraya then stretched the second

hands wide. Next, both hands are held in front of the chest. The hand then turned black. With one very challenging move, he opened the 'Earth Hero' style, which was one of the rare demon skills he had learned from the 'Two Fire Eye Skulls'

The Kelana sculptor felt his breathing become congested. But as a very experienced old generation figure. He immediately knew who the owner of the very dangerous perverted style.

"What's your relationship with Old Skull Eye Fire!" hardik Sculptor Kelana while avoiding the lightning kick launched by his opponent.

"You're not worth asking!" the Mustika Jajar. Secretly his heart was shocked as well after finding out that his opponent knew who his teacher was.

"Houp! Oh, heaa...! If you're his disciple Old Skull Eye of Fire. Then I can figure out who you really are. It doesn't feel wrong if I intervene cruelly to you!" Sculptor Kelana growling.

"Good! I want your life!" the cynical voice of Mustika Jajar.

"Shaa...!" The Kelana Sculptor's body shot forward. He exerts the style of 'Shadows of Sukma'. This is one of the mainstay moves possessed by the old grandfather. Realize that his opponent is a disciple of a demon. It is unmitigated that he exerts all his abilities.

On the contrary, even though she was young, this female Devil from Hell had indeed inherited a high intelligence from her teacher. So even though the opponent has a much more mature experience. But he can still compensate for every attack that comes.

"'Seven Angkara Murka'!" jerit Mustika Jajar's. He then slammed his hand that had turned black in response to his opponent's attack. Seeing the black light coming rushing towards him, then the Kelana Sculptor slammed his body to the left side Then release the 'Earth Geger' punch'.

Black and red rays came rolling like a tempestuous storm. The air around him turned cold and hot. Then the two punches released by each of these opponents met each other in the air.

"Boummm...!"

"Braak! Braaak!"

They both fell, almost simultaneously they rose again. The explosion was caused by the collapse of a cliff wall. Even the avalanche hoarded the body of the statue. The Kelana sculptor grinned. His face turned pale. Instead Mustika Jajar smiled. Now he attacks again with faster and more vigorous movements.

But the Kelana Sculptor who had moved early could hit the girl's stomach to make her fall strangled and vomit fresh blood.

Surprisingly the girl was laughing. Apparently that was the only way to heal the deep wounds he had suffered. Not long after that he stood up.

"You've hurt me, which means everything you've done hastened your own death!" Mustika Jajar growled furiously as a thread of blood dripped down the corners of her lips.

"Deb!"

"Beet!"

"Heyaa...!" The girl's hand suddenly stretched wide. As soon as the hands spread. Then there was a change in color. If the fingers were originally whitish, then they have now turned red like blood.

The Kelana sculptor gasped after seeing the changes that had occurred in the hands of his opponent. His mouth sizzled 'Getih Finger Punch'.

There was no chance for him to think any further. The punch of Getih Finger as he knew it was a powerful toxic blow that was very deadly. Whoever was hit by that blow no one can guarantee the safety of his life!

Feeling that there is no other choice. Then he exerts his inner energy into the palm of the hand. His body suddenly shook violently. Both of his palms turned yellow. This was one of the mistress blows called 'Geger Earth'. Even though this man can't be sure if he can handle it, before everything happens. The Kelana sculptor had stomped his hand forward. Just a moment later, his opponent did the same.

"Blay! Bla…!"

Two powerful eruptions destroyed the atmosphere there. One shadow was thrown towards the ravine, while the other was thrown and fell not far from the avalanche of land that hoarded the statue created by the Kelana Sculptor. From the direction of the ravine, a faint sound of someone's screams sounded. That's the sound of the sculptor's grandfather.

Meanwhile Mustika Jajar himself has risen to his feet. More and more blood came out of his mouth. Only after swallowing a few mops are black and red. The blood stopped.

"I'm crazy about that guy. In addition to a sculptor, it turns out that he has an intelligence that is not low. Thank goodness he was thrown into the abyss. I don't know if he's alive or dead!" hiss Demon Female From Hell while grinning.

Not long after that he had already moved the avalanche of land that was hoarding the statue of the dashing young man. For some reason the closer his body was to the statue, his heart was beating faster.

"Hhhhm, here we go! Oh, what a mighty statue. If only he lived. I want to fuck her all night. Hik hik hik...!" The statue is being removed.

Not long after the avalanche of land that was hoarding it ran out. Mustika Jajar like a possessed person directly hugging the body of a sturdy statue is not like treating people who are very dear to him.

"I like you. There's no way I'm exchanging you for six bags of gold. I will always ask the demons, so that one day you can live as a human being. A mighty man who can fulfill my every wish...!"

Again Mustika Jajar like a possessed person immediately embraced the statue. Then he landed a kiss on the lip of the statue.

"I want to take you somewhere! There I'll ask the demons for a clue to resurrect you!"

The girl in purple then tried to lift the statue. But it turns out that the statue does not weigh. So Mustika Jajar had to exert energy in order to put the statue on the horse's back.

"Kraa!"

The horse that he expected to be able to carry the statue, was not strong enough to withstand the weight of the statue. There was even a crackling sound broken on his spine.

"Upp. I'd better take it myself!" Mustika Jajar decided.

With all his might the stone statue of mar-mar as heavy as kati was shouldered. Even a few moments later he had run around, as if the heavy burden he was carrying was not felt at all by the girl.