The Swordsman of Bloon

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The man kept his limp leg. Sometimes he looked up at the sky. Then walk again like a person in a hurry. Then when he was on the hillside suddenly he stopped his steps. Again he looked up at the sky.

"Open the heat of the world is only the smoke of hell fire. It's hot in here hot. Death is everywhere. Why was I born into a miserable world...!" said the moustached, bearded and white-haired grandfather as if regretting something.

Then he stepped again, butut stick in his hand he pointed forward. Then a blue ray of light shot out from the end. The blue light hit the roots of the vines.

"Tests! The test!"

The tendrils were broken, from the decision of the tendrils dripping very clear water. The little-legged grandfather next door took the water and,

"Gluks! Gluey!"

"Ah... relieved it feels, the relief that makes me regret, cry and. hu hu hu. I see death makes me regret. I see anger, I'm sorry, I see the suffering of a little person I regret. I see the inhabitants of this wretched world I'm sorry! My life is in regret my breath in regret. The birth of a female Devil from Hell made me deeply regret it!" grunts the grandfather. Then bend the stick in his hand on the rock. So that the sound of clinking hurts the ears.

Grandpa wears this blood color headband step his legs again. But suddenly he saw a blue shadow figure flashing in front of him. It looks like the blue shadow is exerting its fast running knowledge that is not kidding. But great again as soon as the grandfather snapped....

"Back...!!"

Strangely and utterly unbelievable, the blue shadow had moved backwards like it was being pulled. And that power keeps dragging him backwards. And....

"Switch!"

The young man's body hit the grandfather standing behind him. The young man with the appearance of ketolo lan became startled himself. He realized there was someone who had bullied him by just snapping strangely. But why can he who is running be drawn to the back?

"That jerky! Have eyes but don't see, ah...!" The grandfather stopped his words as soon as he saw the reddish-black-haired young man turning towards him.

"Look at your face I'm so sorry. In this world there are people like you. But I really regret why your mother gave birth to you...?"

The blue-clothed youth wearing this yellow striped blue headband scratched his head. One more crazy person he met, not crazy but weird and very great.

"Old man who are you! Dare to interrupt someone else's trip. I can get your head off!" grunts Suro Blondo.

"Ha ha ha...! There are children who do not respect their parents. There was a grandfather who could do perversion to a little boy, there were corpses cut into pieces like animals. Did you know that all this makes me regret it? This world is too old. Hah.. This man is already severely depraved. Then who's sane, are you a crazy kid?" ask the grandfather to be indifferent.

Blo'on swordsman puts his mouth out. He shakes his head like a confused person.

"What kind of old man is suffering from this disease? The turn is too bad. He's not just crazy, but lopsided. But seeing how it pulled me earlier, I think he has a very high intelligence...!" thought Suro Blondo.

"What are you talking about, boy to lol? I can see your thoughts, I can hear your heart, I really regret it!" grunt the grandfather while bending his wand on the rock.

"Sorry grandfather, who are you. My business with merchant Bergola Mungkur can no longer be delayed" said the young man.

"Ha ha ha...! I'm Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik. The old man who always regretted everything in this world, the one who lamented the occurrence of anger in the earth, throughout the centuries, throughout life until this world before the apocalypse even I regret!"

"Hiduik Manyasal Sage. What you regret, every human being has their own business. Let it...!" suro said.

Datuk Sage Manyasal His eyes begin to fade. Speak handsome young man looking ketolo lan is indeed ceplas-ceplos. And he knew who the young man was.

"You young man to lol, deserve the title of Swordsman of Blo'on. Your teacher is the White Ape Demon Lord, and I'm sorry. Your grandfather the Fire-Haired Angel, the powerful man of mandraguna, lived on the Thousand and One Nights Island, had many enemies, had many lovers, but never married. Oh.. I'm sorry...!" said the grandfather.

The words he spoke clearly made the Blo'on Swordsman so surprised. He did not think at all that this strange grandfather knew who he was and also his teacher. Even to the past of his own teacher. Though the Fire-Haired Angel never told anything about his personality on Suro Blondo.

"How did the grandfather get to know them?"

"I'm sorry to know your two teachers, I'm sorry to know you and I'm sorry to see blood!" datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik.

The face of this little legged old grandfather turned grim. Then he tapped his butylock to the ground. The ground as hard as the rock was hollow and from the hole due to the stick puncture spread a foul odor piercing the nose.

"Who's blood do you regret Grandpa? Is your own blood my blood or monkey's blood?" ask Suro while he was grinning.

"Your life is blood-hungry, not that I nyuk like you would be a carcass. I'm sorry it wasn't my blood that was spattered either. The blood of greedy people. I am saddened by abstaining from killing, I regret coming to this land of Java."

"Where are you Grandpa? Was it from the grave, the earth, or was it sent from hell?"

The face of the Datuk turned dark. His eyes flickered, then he looked up at the sky.

"You've been talking too much, you fat boy. Baby I have no business with you. A snot child does not fly without origins. One thing I have to regret, I have to know how much power you have, how much knowledge you have!" said the Grandfather.

Suddenly Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik stomped his small right foot on the ground. A strong wind roared, Suro Blondo suddenly slammed into the ridge. Blo'on warriors are surprised not fooling around. An old man like Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik can knock him down just by setting foot on the ground. One thing is very hard to believe.

He stood up, very carefully he immediately put his strength in his legs.

"Why did you attack me Grandfather? Are you crazy?" grunt Suro while scratching his head.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you a second answer. But to be clearer the best you take care of yourself" Just finished talking Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik looked puffed up his cheeks. Then suddenly he breathed.

"Yourself...!"

"Guus!"

A raging typhoon roared down on Suro Blondo. This reddish-black haired youth did not remain silent. He immediately deployed the 'Wolf Howling Monkey Sakti Waving Tail' style'. This young man then jumped to the side as far as one spear shaft. His body was curling while occasionally scratching his head. Then crouched down and jumped up and down, while his hands hit forward and his mouth let out a sound like the howl of a hungry wolf that seemed to come from all directions.

"Boom!"

Blowing Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik hit a tree behind Suro. The tree let out a crackling sound and collapsed. If the Blo'on Swordsman did not quickly dodge, of course he was hit by trees.

"Ha ha ha...! Crazy move, I thought your teacher had that style. Regret that I have to attack you until I know how great the student of the two teachers is!"! the Datuk Sage.

"I'm also sorry to see your crazy grandfather. But I won't regret you continuing to force me to act rudely!" snorting Swordsman Blo'on exasperated.

"Heaa...!"

Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik completely ignored Suro's speech. He cut off his ears and now attacked Blo'on's Swordsman with a butute stick in his hand. Once the grandfather wags his wand. So it looks like the stick turns into a lot, butut sticks meander like a cobra snake hunting its prey. Suro made a fist, several times the opposing stick poke armpits, chest, heart feathers and also the eyes of the young man. This young man tried to fend off the attack with his palm. Then the impact can no longer be avoided.

"Yeah!"

His hand was paralyzed and the pain was not playing. Though the Blo'on Swordsman has exerted a deep energy into the palm of the hand.

Now he jumps back. The opponent continued to pursue him, this ketolo-looking Swordsman immediately used the style of 'You Balau' to dispel any attacks that hit him.

The youth's movements were now completely disorganized again. Sometimes his body staggers to the right and to the left, or moves like a forward punch. When his opponent's stick snatched the piercing chest he quickly pulled his body back like a man slipping a banana peel. Then his front leg kicked to the abdomen of the Datuk.Lawan patted him with his left hand Suro pulled his leg while his hands floated up the head of the Datuk.

"Blocks!"

"Don…!"

The Datuk had indeed staggered hit by the young man. But the Blo'on Swordsman himself was shocked. How not, it was like hitting a rock. His own hands hurt not play.

"Ha ha ha...! I am sad because my body is hard as a rock. I'm sorry you're in pain!"

Suro put his mouth out, though,

"Cathetical, do you not regret seeing another innocent person in pain?" ask the young man.

"My regret is ingrained, ingrained like a tree of nothingness. You're in pain I'm sorry, but I'll be even more sorry when I see blood. The blood of greedy people, greedy people, corrupt royal officials, and corrupt dignitaries. I regret it all!" datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik.

"You're talking more and more nonsense. Talk about regret, but you're attacking me like a drunk. You attack so I must strike back to be fair!" the Blo'on Swordsman.

Suddenly, the handsome young man with the appearance of a ketolo lan lunged at Datuk Sage. But the Grandfather greeted him with a level prick into the body of the Blo'on Swordsman. Still floating in the air Suro clumped backwards. As soon as he put both his feet on the ground. Then this young man unleashed the punch of 'Sakti Rejects Lightning'

"Yet...!"

The young man was as fast as lightning pushing both of his hands forward. A streak of white light shot out like an arrow flying from his bow.

"I'm sorry you took the blow. I'm sorry I was forced to use my butut stick!" datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik. Suddenly only....

"Wuut! Wuout!"

"But!"

The blow released by the Blo'on Swordsman collapsed immediately hit by the opponent's baton that caused a strong wind like a storm. Suro Blondo staggered, but soon he improved his position. On that occasion Datuk Sage had retaliated against the young man's attack by swinging the staff in hand. The young man dodged, but his movement lost quickly with his opponent's stick. Then....

"Switch!"

"Oh mamaak....! This skinny big-footed grandpa is really crazy." thought Suro as he rubbed his chest that was grunting painfully. After being rubbed, even from the lips of the young man seemed to melt fresh blood.

"You hurt? I'm sad to see you hurt, ha ha ha...!" Datuk Sage laughed heartily.

"Now I'm hurt, soon I'm sad to see you die eating yourself!" suro Dengus.

Suddenly the Blo'on Swordsman jumped into the air. Both of his hands were snapped towards Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik.

"'The Lamentation of the Sukma Generation'! Hiaaa...!" shouted Blo'on Swordsman.

Strong winds are like a cyclone rolling around. There was a white mist like snow roaring towards Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik. Waves of strong winds that spread cold puked into the bone marrow. Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik gasped in shock. At all he did not expect this handsome young man with a gooey-faced face to have inherited the dashyat blow of the 'Lamentation of the Sukma Plant' the legacy of the mighty human Fire-Haired Angel.

So without wasting any more time he flicked his wand which had been channeled in the direction of the opponent.

"Wut! Whoa!"

From the end of the stick darted two arrays of blue light scattered the heat welcoming waves of typhoons that shot out from the palm of his opponent's hand. A violent clash was unavoidable....

"Bum! Boo!"

The loud explosions were accompanied by sparks.

"Aaaakh. woe to the hell of the world if you use that blow...!" his Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik.

The body of this old grandfather staggered. The end of the stick is broken, the pants are torn. Suro Blondo fell down, chest tight not playing. While both of his legs until it collapsed to the ground as deep as the knee.

"Not fooling around. I have no regrets about meeting you, young man. What I regret my pants are torn. Ah.. I think you deserve to face someone who has killed someone important. Look for him, I won't regret him dying in your hands!" the Datuk Sage.

Suro Blondo pulled his legs that had been set, in his heart he was arrogant to also see this strange grandfather.

"After making me almost battered, now you're telling me to leave. No why. But I hope you want to mention who you really are. And where's Datuk going?" suro asked as he scratched his head.

Grandfather Sage Manyasal Hiduik looked up at the sky. His always grim face seemed to turn increasingly prone and harbored a lot of sadness.

"I'm Rana Gingging, got a name. Ask your teacher, they will explain. My business is huge, in a big kingdom, facing huge old debts. Everyone is risking their lives there. Hik hik! But I have no regrets, young man. Later when long life, long breath, long steps. We met at a big place called Hill of Justice. There, I, you, them and some of the characters in the martial jungle will meet the Angel of Justice. The Angel of the Shadow who is the great determinant of the small sin of a person. At that time every face fell. Feeling ashamed of himself, the devil will be ashamed, demons ashamed, ghosts ashamed, beautiful women ashamed, men ashamed, except those who do not have ******** no shame." explained Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik.

Blo'on breeder looked surprised to hear the explanation of the Grandfather who was no different from a fortune teller.

"When will the time you say that comes, Grandfather?" ask Suro to know.

Datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik suddenly shook his head while patting his forehead.

"I'm sorry I leaked this big secret to you. Ah... How is this?"

"I'm not a bad guy, Grandpa. Why should you worry?" the Blo'on Swordsman.

"Everyone has the talent to be a bad person. Everyone has a small sin. As far as I speak, great affairs will come before the destruction of the world, great problems will befall man, where humanity is no longer valued by man himself. Where shame is lost, justice is written on the leaf. And man eats his own. That is the hell of the world at the end of the jungle. I'm sorry I talked so much. Young man, I send you a message to establish the truth. The more you cling to the root of truth, the more everyone will be hostile to you!"

"Why is that, Grandpa?".

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it. But find your own answer. You'll find him. Never mind, I have to go...!" datuk Sage Manyasal Hiduik. At a glance this Datuk flashed, then his body instantly disappeared from the vision of the Blo'on Swordsman. The young man gawked while shaking his head repeatedly.

"There are so many strange people in this jungle. The world seems to have a lot of weirdness. Akh... can my jerky think about it...!" thought Pendekar Blo’on while continuing his journey back.