The Swordsman of Bloon

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On the slopes of Mount Pangrangko there is a terraced castle that is quite high. Behind the building is another building. The large building surrounded by this high wall in the previous days felt lonely. Only the occupants who come in and out carry out their respective duties.

Outside these two buildings was a stage that seemed to have just been prepared. The stage is quite spacious is decorated with a variety of janur. Not far from the stage composed chairs made of teak material. Another podium. Beside the podium there are two bridal chairs decorated with various flowers.

There will be a big party here. Evidently by the start of the presence of the invited guests. Each guest always shows the invitation given to the invitees about a full moon ago. Not just anyone can attend the party. Without the red invitation made by the host. Then the person can not follow the pibu event. And anyone who can defeat Maya Swari's daughter in that show of ability. She will be her husband.

Now the invitees began to fill the empty benches. Meanwhile, in a large room in the building located behind the castle, a man dressed as a king and with a cruel appearance was receiving the presence of two guests.

The first guest is an old man carrying a ladybug dressed in woven lontar leaves while the caping is made of lontar leaves as well. While the second guest is an old black-faced pockmarked grandmother. The skin is thin, so at a glance only in the form of live sharks. The gaze of this woman's eyes was poked, her hair was sparse and there were several silver kundai piercings that directly stuck in her batok.

Presumably these two guests are the closest friends of the host. It was proved that this ruthless man dressed in noble clothes accepted them specifically as well.

"For a long time we did not meet Datuk Mambang Pitoka and Nyanyuk Pingitan. After twenty years, how are you doing?" The host who was none other than Raka Tendra nicknamed Demon Penghulu this started the conversation with his heavy hoarse voice like being strangled by a demon.

Buto Terenggi lifted his face. The Black Demon aka Nyanyuk Pingitan laughed snickered.

"As Datuk saw, we are in good health and more and more contained" Nyanyuk Pingitan said later.

"Twenty years ago your daughter was still an ulcer. I can't believe she's grown up and beautiful now. Besides of course he inherited all the knowledge you have, Grandfather?"

The Mutto Terengi

"The Demon Lord definitely gave his best to his daughter. Maya Swari is an only child. Ha ha ha...!"

"With the presence of two friends. I'm the Royal Demon Lord humbly certainly hope that you help security here if something happens that we don't want in the Pibu event later."

"Ah... The kingdom is overrated. We help without being asked. But I think, who would dare to disturb your peace, except those who want to quickly mam pus?"

"After all, our intelligence is nothing compared to Ahda Royal Penghulu Devil. For it is for the honor of our friendship. Can only bring souvenirs of the Kayangan snake for the choice of husband for your daughter." Datuk Mambang Pitoka then lowered the wicker in the shape of a pis where inside the dumpling was full of Kayangan snakes that continued to hiss.

"Hmm, this Kayangan snake I heard has a very extraordinary efficacy. It can multiply the energy in a person in just a few hours. Besides his blood keeps us young. This is indeed a priceless gift."

"You're overreacting, buddy. I can only participate. I think before the show starts this afternoon. Wouldn't it be better if the snakes were treated as soon as possible. That way the invited guests can feel the benefits" said Datuk Mambang Pitoka.

"Rubber. I agree." said Raka Tendra. Then he clapped his hands. A bodyguard entered the room and took the snake-filled ladybug.

Meanwhile, Nyanyuk Pingitan has now issued an old and dull bamboo tube. Inside the bamboo tube were hundreds of poisonous bees. Of course, they are very well trained. He then handed it over to the Demon King. Saya said

"I can't give you gifts of useful items other than these useless toys. Receive King...!"

Raka Tendra was stunned with deep furrowed brows.

"Ah.. companions too low. Red wasps who don't know. It's so deadly. Helped by this sky only you have it. This is an honor that cannot be forgotten."

The perverted people then laughed. They always seem to fit in a lot of things.

At the same time on the main road at the reception consisting of students Raka Tendra himself increasingly busy serving the guests who came. Until midday the examination went quite smoothly. But not long after when appeared a handsome but memorable red-haired young man t orol boyish. Then the atmosphere turned into another.

"Where's the red invitation flag you're supposed to be carrying today?" asked the reception officer to this blue-clothed youth with glaring eyes.

Blo'on swore a horse, then scratched his head. His witty sense soon walked. Because he was never invited by anyone. Of course he could not show the intended red flag. Because what he is doing now is looking for a great enemy who has killed both his parents. But when in the middle of the road he saw many people who headed to this mountain Pangrangko, inevitably he became surprised what was wrong? And he wanted to know.

"The invitation was gone when I was bathing at times. I'm sorry, buddy."

"If you can't keep the invitation safe. Means you can't keep the honor of our ruler. How could a human like you be looked up to face by our chief and king!" sniff the guest recipient. While the guest's friends did not pay any attention to Suro Blondo. He was busy checking the identities of the other guests. This fleeting opportunity was immediately used by Suro Blondo. The receptionist was taken to a safe place. Then she whispered.

"Calm down, I'm a good friend of Maya Swari's daughter. If you forbid me from going into the living room. Of course he'll be looking for me. How about we make peace. I can ask you for two pieces of gold for your good."

The receptionist was of course surprised to hear the young man's light. Though the real Suro Blondo himself heard Maya Swari from the people he met on the road.

"of course. Do you need me to call the princess. But if he gets angry. Please risk yourself."

Apparently the receptionist who still counted the disciples of the Demon Lord was so submissive to his teacher's son. So that without many more words he immediately told the swordsman Blo'on to pass.

"Don't tell anyone because you don't carry an invitation flag. The Demon Lord can punish me."

"Don't be afraid, if there's anything, Maya Swari will defend you." the young man grinned. Whistling, he stepped away.

When the Blo'on Swordsman reached the reception he last saw all available seats were filled. Even if there are empty seats located far from the stage and also the stage of honor. Being driven by his curiosity. So this young man was forced to sit in a separate place near some horses that were moored and also surrounded by chickens.

"Ha ha ha...! Sitting with a horse is better than with a tiger-looking blis. Some are bald like tuyul and some are as beautiful as ghosts. Ha ha ha. masa bodo. Waiting for the show to start, I became sleepy!" said the young man.

He leaned against the tree trunk where the bench he was sitting on was. But strangely he could not close his eyes. Especially when you see more and more guests. Half an hour later Suro Blondo saw a girl dressed in magnificent bridesmaids face towards the gelaminan throne located beside the podium. This young man widened his eyes. He had to admit that the girl was beautiful. Unlike the looks of the invited guests, even if there are women still jel oak scary.

"Luar dalem, uh, amazing. Is that the girl who wants to be the bride? But it's strange, the groom still hasn't been found out who it is. She is now wearing a wedding dress. Was it with that outfit that he would fight with valiant people to determine who could defeat him?" Suro Blondo scratched his head. He continued to look towards the beautiful girl in the bride's dress, now starting to sit in a single dress.

Seeing the beauty of the girl, she suddenly remembered the Moon Goddess. He didn't know where the girl was now. Since their last meeting the Moon Goddess Conon wanted to visit her teacher at Merbabu mountain.

This young man's daydream instantly collapsed as he saw a man dressed in noble clothes heading to the podium located next to the single guarantee. Behind the man also accompanied a man and woman who apparently deliberately escorted him.

The event in the open space then began. The entire audience consisting mostly of heretical figures fell silent.

"Brothers!" The Demon King opened his words.

"Today I invited the brothers here. The first is to meet face to face and get to know each other more closely. While the second is to determine who is the most appropriate to be my daughter's escort candidate. This is the rule set by my own daughter. That's why I asked brothers from every college to bring their best students. Who knows, he has the luck of matching with my only daughter and student. My daughter does not want property, but she wants a husband who has intelligence higher than her intelligence. While attending a match event to determine who deserves to be my daughter's companion. Enjoy the dishes we have prepared!"

The Demon Lord left the podium, as he approached his daughter who was sitting in full bridal attire. They then had a serious conversation.

Maya Swari leaves the guarantee. At once he disappeared in the dressing room after it appeared again complete with blue compact clothes as well. He jumped onto the wooden stage with a very light movement. Meanwhile, a host began to read out the procedures and rules of the game on stage. The audience was amazed to see the beauty of the virgin. Some of them even applauded everyone. The frenzied atmosphere was stopped once the game's ordinances were read out.

"Participants are declared defeated, if they fall outside the arena. While Maya Swari's daughter was declared defeated if the participants can menotoknya. Participants are allowed to use their own weapons. This match was held for two days. Anyone has a chance to try. Except those who are over thirty years old. So...!"

The host jumped off the stage. His position was replaced by a bald-headed young man, his face pockmarked eerily. His nose is crooked like a parrot's beak and his body is well-built. Before speaking he bowed respectfully to the audience and to Maya Swari.

"I'm the first student of the grave school. Good Indrajit my name. May you please play games with me as simple as two moves!"

Maya Swari smiled, but her heart was puffed up because the opponent she faced had such a bad look. In his heart he was determined to bring the man down immediately.

"Please brother!"

With calm Maya Swari noticed every movement of Bagus Indrajit. In his eyes this young man turned out to have considerable energy, his movements were agile and every attack he launched was directed at very dangerous parts. Not wrong when the young man has used the style 'Semilirkan Dusk In Sepi'. This is the second level of skill that was taught by his teacher Bageng Jaliteng. Apparently he realized that Maya Swari was the son of a great figure of the martial jungle. He does not want to underestimate his opponent.

On the contrary Maya Swari herself just by relying on the science of fortifying the body that has reached the perfect tarap seemed to flicker avoiding every attack that comes like a swallow that avoids raindrops. In just a short time five moves have passed. Sweat had soaked all over the body of Bagus Indrajit. But to that extent he has not managed to take down his opponent. Let alone dropping, touching one of the opponent's clothes only he is unable to. Distinct voices are starting to sound.

Maya Swari's getting faster and faster at dodging. On one occasion with the start of a high shrill scream. This beautiful girl lunged forward. His lightning kick was followed by a streak of blows. That kick can be avoided by Bagus Indrajit. Even the blows unleashed by Maya can be avoided. But when Maya passes it on with a kick after. This young man was desperate.

Wuuk!

Buuk! Buuk!

"Young...!" Good Indrajit slammed and fell down the stage without being able to defend himself.

Instantly, there was a rumbling sound of the audience dodging Maya Swari.

Deep on it from under the stage darted a young man in a brown vest. His face is pretty good. As the previous opponent did, now this brown vest youth also became respectful after that without further ado directly attacked using a pair of short swords. The situation is certainly getting more exciting, while Suro Blondo who watched the match was just a head bobble.