The Swordsman of Bloon

The Devil from Hell

The sun rises at the foot of the hill. The atmosphere around Malaya feels lonely like being in a cemetery area. In such a gripping atmosphere. Suddenly from the north came the sound of footsteps. The longer the horse's hastily driven pace gets closer to a river. Until then, one of the horsemen was wearing a black headband, in black clothes and the horse he was riding was black as well.

This man looked very haunted, his face was filled with sideburns and bushy brushes. His body was well equipped with a sign that he had enormous energy. It is very much different from the horse he rides, because the horse is skinny like a donkey. Seeing the condition of the skinny horse, of course he had just been driven from a very far place. Evidently the horse's body was sweating, his tongue sticking out like a dog while from his nose and mouth came out white foam.

Arriving at the edge of the river that has turned dark. Suddenly the horseman stopped his ride. He jumped down regardless of the sort of sack that kept hanging on the back of his horse.

For a moment he was wailing to pay attention to the atmosphere around him. Then he went down the river. A bag was taken out from under his dirty clothes. From inside the black bag was taken out powder. The powder was poured into the river. In just a short time there was a turmoil in the river. If only the atmosphere was bright. Of course it was soon seen that the fish that lived in the river were sprawled dead. Obviously the powder that he just spread is a very ferocious poison powder. The man seemed very satisfied.

"Only in a short time. Ha ha ha...! In just a short time these people all over West Java must have been on*****all!" The man then put the bag of poison powder behind his clothes back.

A moment later he walked up to his horse, the sack on the horse was lowered. Then the sack was kicked by him to get to the river. Because it was hit by a stone, the sack did not go directly into the water but was held back.

"In this world there are demons. No wonder people like the Local Sculptor****** in the hands of demons anyway. The demons now have big business and big plans. How to make all humans on the surface of the earth become devils...!"

The sack fastener was snapped by this haunted-looking person. As soon as the sack opens. Then there was a very bad smell. The stench is so stinging. To make someone who notices the behavior of skinny horsemen is forced to cover the nose and mouth.

*

He wiped his sweaty forehead. The durian fruit he ate now he placed next to his seat on the same branch.

"What did that haunted langur do? He supplies food that stinks like human carcasses. When he spoke softly earlier I heard him mention something about the Kelana Sculptor! Which Kelana sculptor did the monkey mean? Are the sculptors the demons? Or even the Kelana Sculptor I met on Watu Cadas hill a few full moons ago?" The young man scratched his head.

In the darkness, the gaze of his eyes as sharp as the eyes of a hawk continued to pay attention to the sturdy man he called 'Monkey Lutung'.

"Sightseeing Parcel? I guess sculptors like you are no longer among the people you are of your class. Now you deserve to be a carcass accompanying those dead fish!"

Back to the hoarse voice of the man. Of course this blue-haired, red-haired young man was shocked to hear the words of the person below him. His guess about the Kelana Sculptor turned out to miss.

"So the man who had rotted in the sack was not a Sculptor went astray? Weeh... How am I? I remember, he was a strange artist and had incredible devotion. Means the one who killed the Kelana Sculptor is a black langur down there whose power is above extraordinary."

"Oh.. kepa rat right...!" This red-haired young man sat in the heart.

Two suing durian skins were grabbed. Like lightning he glanced at the man in black who was preparing to throw the corpse of the Sculptor Kelana into the river.

Crack it!

Buuk!

With a hard durian skin that hit the head and back of the man. Even though he threw only durian skin, but it brought fatal consequences. The durian skin was partially stuck on the back of the skinny horseman, while one of them hit his forehead.

"Wuah.. Satan the pedestal! I nyuk which one has been so presumptuous messing around with Sugriwa Kertopati!" The black-clothed man standing under the occupied tree in the youth growled furiously.

The mood then turned silent.

"Sat bang! I nyuk the one on the tree, you better introduce yourself quickly. Are you our friend or just a monkey who wants to hurry mam pus?"

"Ha ha ha...! I happen to still have a higher degree when compared to a lutung monkey like you! If you see your innate, of course you lutung stray and perverted. Whereas I'm a good person who hates poison poison!" replied the blue shirt youth who was none other than Suro Blondo aka Blo'on Swordsman.

Sugriwa Kertopati of course surprised not play to hear all what he did has been known by others. So that he was silent for a while.

The removal of durian skin that is buried in the forehead and back. With a light and careless movement he threw it towards the darkness of the tree.

Wuout! Wuout!

"Oh...!" Suro Blondo complained.

Though the hit made by his opponent did not reach the target at all.

"To rat! I know you're mocking me! Hurry you down or I'll keep you from picking at that tree?"

"You should be ashamed, for you turned out to be nothing. But I guess the longer I get tired of playing around with ugly langurs like you! I asked.. hope you answer as soon as you can...!" pendekar Blo'on.

"Huh...!"

"Is that the body you just threw away really the Kelana Sculptor's body?"

"What do you care?" dengus Sugriva Kertopati.

"Of course I care a lot. Because the Kelana Sculptor is still a close acquaintance of mine and a person of great respect."

Sugriwa Kertopati did not answer at all. Suddenly he put his hand in front of his chest. As quickly as the black hairy hand moved, so quickly he flicked it up into the tree.

Whoa!

A row of reddish-colored rays roared and struck the tree branch occupied by Suro Blondo. This young man was shocked not to play so felt the sting of the cold poking smashed into his ass. He jumped onto another tree, then unleashed the 'Sakti Rejecting Lightning' punch to block the following blow released by Sugriwa Kertopati.

The atmosphere turned bright like a flash of lightning. Sugriwa Kertopati most had seen the face of the young man through the light that emanated from his opponent's punch. Young man looking to lol reddish black hair. It felt like he had heard such traits from their chief.

*

Sugriwa Kertopati was no longer able to think any further. Because the white light glittered like silver was directly smashed towards him.

Wuout!

He flicked his hand at the attack. The red light in the cold roared. Then I heard the sound of a huge explosion.

"Get and!" Suro Blondo grumbled while wetting his lips. He then jumped off a tree branch and set both feet on a piece of rock not far from where Sugriwa stood.

"My face humankind looks like this demon can too. But I don't think I need to buy time. This river is polluted, I should be able to at least catch it. After that I immediately announced to all residents not to use this river water for cooking purposes!" his inner.

"Who are you?"

"Hmm, I'm me. Not you, not your father and not your grandfather! You kneel before me. I'm gonna arrest you for having a body and announce to the people that you've poisoned this river!" Suro Blondo shook his head while wiping the sweat that was pouring down his forehead.

Sugriwa Kertopati laughed. The laughter was clearly accompanied by a very high level of inner exertion. Suro Blondo could feel the tremors. But he grinned like a horse stepped on a thorn.

"You can talk too, boy. You think with the cleverness of the picisan you have you can fight me? Try to see if you deserve to beat me!"

"The water I used to use for glass has been poisoned. Where could I possibly do it. Just give up on me...!"

"The sat low! No one can command a demon member, let alone just a monkey to lol like you?" sugriwa.

Suddenly he came forward. His fists drifted towards the left eye part of Suro. While the legs perform lightning trick attacks. This action carried out by his opponent was truly never expected by this reddish-black haired youth.

Duuk!

"Fuckin' slack!" ma ki the young man hobbled.

Seeing his opponent in such a state. Suddenly he attacked again. The style he uses is also not an arbitrary style. He deployed the 'Father of Hell World' style in his efforts to end the Suro Blondo resistance.

This young man in blue certainly did not want to be rash anymore. As soon as his left foot shifted backwards. So Suro used the 'White Monkey Sorting the Ticks' style'

"Yep...!"

Wuout! Wuout!

"Don't...!"

Suro Blondo continued to tickle with agile, funny and silly movements. Occasionally he even jumped up and down while scratching his back. But every attack carried out by Sugriwa always hit an empty target. Sugriva in the darkness was shocked. He did not expect that the young man would be able to dodge every attack he made.

"Man ge blek..!" grunts Sugriva.

Suddenly he stretched out his hands.

"The Heart of One!" scream Sugriwa.

Like lightning he lunged forward, but this time he did not attack directly. Instead of circling the body of Suro from all directions.

And then.z...,

Deb! Deb!

The right hand and left hand raced in a row toward the four paths of death. Blo'on warrior choked also felt the gusts of the wind that was so intense. One hard blow roared into the part of his ribs. This young man seemed to have no time to dodge this attack. So he had to parry it with his left elbow.

The collision is inevitable.

Duuk!

"Hukh...!"

"Beeh...!"

Both were shocked. Sugriwa even staggered. While Suro Blondo grimaced while holding his swollen red scales.

"It turns out you have abilities too, I nyuk!"

"Hmmm...." Suro Blondo muttered indistinctly.

In such a state, this reddish-black-haired young man broke his Silat style with the 'Wolf Howling Monkey Sakti Fisten Tail' style'. This is an even more ridiculous style, which seems to be done at random. But it carries a very heavy influence on its opponent.

Sugriva gasps when he is above fifteen then he starts to get great pressure and can endanger his defense. He tried to exert another style he had to counterattack. But once again he was forced to face a very upsetting reality. The more he tried to push his opponent, the more persistent Suro Blondo counterattacked.

Unfortunately even the movements made by the opponent such as monkey jumping and swinging. But this opponent who fought while laughing and howling was difficult to tame.

Buuk!

"Huakgh...!"

Once upon a time the Bloon Swordsman's left fist landed on Sugriwa's chest. This jet-black man fell slammed. The corners of his lips drained blood.

Surprisingly, he was able to get back up in just a few seconds. He had even now pulled out his weapon in the form of a pair of steel wheels that had pointed ends like spear eyes on each side.

The cring...!

This round and jagged twin weapon had spilled fire when Sugriwa pitted it against each other.

"This time you can't possibly escape death, boy to lol! But before you mam pus in my hand, will you tell me what your name is so I can write it on your headstone?" said Sugriva Kertopati.

Suro Blondo smiled, believing his smile to be impossible to see by his opponent. So this young man laughed.

"Angels know my name. I think it's only the devil that I deserve to be secretive. That's why you're the only one who mentions names. Because your words could have turned around to hit you!"

"Sat bang!" snarling, Sugriwa moved both of his hands forward.

Zing! The sie!

The two wheel-shaped weapons shot towards Suro Blondo. Not fast and dangerous attacks carried out by Sugriwa. Blo'on warriors certainly did not want to die silly. He uses a special evasive style called 'Thousands of Ape Sakti Scolding Tigers'. In addition he also deployed the science of fortifying the body 'Light of Shadow'.

Very quickly this red-haired young man flashed vanished. The attacks carried out by Sugriwa escaped. But the weapon that can return to the owner by itself continues to chase wherever he tries to avoid.

Suro Blondo realized it was impossible to twitch like that forever. Because after a long time his strength drained out. So he immediately channeled his inner power into the palm of his hand. Still in a state of motion dodging his body trembled violently. Both of his hands were even red. One chance he set his foot, as soon as the foot hit the ground. Suro Blondo stomped both hands towards the opponent's weapon which was speeding rapidly looking for a target.

Wuout!

A strong wind accompanied by heat melted towards Sugriwa's weapon. Then there was the sound of a loud explosion clinking like the sound of meeting two loud objects.

Trang!

Sugriwa's jagged wheel weapon flipped driven by the punch of 'Sun and Moon No Shine' which shot from the youth's palm. Sugriwa of course did not want to take the risk by capturing the weapon that was about to harm himself. He quickly ducked while continuing to roll around. One weapon he could avoid. But the other weapon quickly hit his head.

Sugriwa Kertopati screamed loudly, but was already unable to lift her swollen head. His body fluttered, his head corked. Then the silence froze.

"Hhh, baby she's dead. I can't ask who's standing behind him. What should I do!" Blo'on's swordsman patted his forehead repeatedly.

"The monkey langur only has the treasure of a thin, dry horse."

Suro Blondo then approached the skinny horse that looked agitated.

"Your kind of horse is what to expect? You have more bones than your flesh. Your skin is also wrinkled, most of which are just farting as much as your dirt. You better take your master back to where he came from!" said Suro Blondo.

This handsome-looking young man who looked like a person to lol then raised Sugriwa's corpse. It does not touch the jagged wheel that cracks the head of its own owner. Patted his horse's ass three times. His lips smiled and said:

"When you get to your other masters, tell them that your master committed suicide...!"

The horse, in a state of fear, cowered loudly, then ran away in a storm with the corpse of Sugriwa Kertopati on his back.