The Swordsman of the Gods

148. Duel of Middle East Swordsmen!

“You all right?” Yongchun reached out to her but was pushed aside as Bon stared intently.

“Not pretend to be good. You think I won't know about your murder here.”

Bon hurried to get up on his own. Although he knew that his body could not be invited to cooperate, even sometimes he fell and then rose again in a daze.

“I will not give up. Including to kill you, Asyura!”

Bon's screams sounded so deaf. Yongchun momentarily closed his ears tightly and looked at his slightly trembling palm.

“The one who killed the black god is neither me nor Bon. Then is that him?” yongchun murmured while looking up at the sky.

He thought that the Black God was not due to the varied Yongchun attacks or Bon's suicide attempts to eliminate the Black God but rather the figure above the sky, the guardian of hell.

“The winged one is yes—!”

“Hei! Hear me! Take your sword and fight me to the death!”

Bon pulled on Yongchun's clothes firmly then shouted and asked him to fight. At this time Bon's emotions are still stirring not because of. It seemed that he would not stop even if his body was battered. It will continue to move until it dies.

“Alright, don't blame me if you die.”

“Heh! You think you can do it?! You need a harder effort.”

“GURU!!” Their less friendly conversation was cut short by the loud screams of a boy. It's Ryo.

“Ryo?”

Yongchun was very curious, why did Ryo come here and he still carried the sword. He himself did not expect that the boy would come after the black god disappeared, even before the black god disappeared Ryo was still around them.

“I remembered a thing or two. The guard of hell blessed me. But why does he not go down by himself, let alone let a small child penetrate the protection that previously existed.”

“You are babbling what is it?!” amuk Bon, he was very upset because Yongchun's attention was diverted to Ryo.

At that time, Ryo looked very hasty. He took the sword and threw it at Yongchun.

Taps!

“Thank you Ryo. I will return it to you later,” said Yongchun who had captured the sword in his hand.

As if the inanimate object was alive, the dim red lines turned even brighter. Like a sword produced from the blood the owner of the forged god body responded.

“This sword was previously broken due to the power of the black god of the original black god. But it can be reconnected as long as I drain its power again like it was then,” Yongchun said.

“What do you mean?”

“Try thinking, what if this sword breaks? All that remains is the base of Gupta's sword. Of course I will lose once this sword breaks.”

Bon smirked, he was very satisfied. Given how difficult he was to attack Yongchun and now he got the opportunity indirectly.

“Interesting. I so want to try it, are you able to withstand my attack?”

“It ..I have a little doubt. Because you're scaring me more and more. Fear of death and meet in hell.” Yongchun replied that his grin was colder.

The life around them changed. Although they were not comparable and both of them were already severely injured due to the attack of the Black God, they still stood on the ground and raised their swords and stared straight at the opponent.

That night will soon say, the night moon that appears will be replaced with the sunrise from the east.

“This time you can kill me.”

“What?”

Sounding like a mock, Yongchun again said, “Yes, even if you can.”

The attack started with both. Simultaneously they launched attacks one after another, various techniques were deployed structurally. Level of strength or agility.

“This time you can kill me, he said. You are so arrogant!”

“You sure you want to kill me now? Fear even you killed,” Yongchun quipped.

“See your own body, stupid!”

True, not only Bon, apparently Yongchun was also seriously injured. Scratches on his body re-open as he continues to move each joint and his main body in attack.

Trang! Trang!

The flashes between the tip of the sword's eyes seemed to sparkle like jewels for a moment, Yongchun swung them vertically which Bon then repelled using only his short sword.

The short sword was not as usual which was slightly curved, as it was also this short sword that weakened the Black God. The sword came from a sand dune, buried for thousands of years. The anubis.

CRASH!

Bon slashed Yongchun's wrist, then kept a safe distance from the range of his long sword.

Taps! Taps!

But Yongchun was not daunted though. He knew how painful it was but he never shouted. He held it in while he could and quickly walked over to Bon.

The slash from the other slash came like the wind. Yongchun's completely vanished strength now only left empty swordsmanship. Self-defense formed from college as a child.

Bon is still able to fend off. Yongchun stepped back quickly towards Bon who was constantly running around.

“Why are you running?”

“Because I want to drop you.”

Bon caught Yongchun's two shoulders, grabbed him firmly and slammed him according to his words before.

Yongchun's back touched the ground until the dust billowed. Yongchun jolted, he himself did not know what to do when he had fallen to the ground.

“This is more than hitting a wall or tree trunk,” Yongchun murmured in his soft voice.

“Only with a sword, certainly will not make me feel happy.”

Bon seemed very satisfied just because he managed to hold off Yongchun's movements. But it was only temporary, Yongchun rose again while slashing Bon's neck from close range.

“Ugh!”

Surprised, Bon got up from there. He then stepped back with a deathly paled face. The attacks did not stop there, both of them had prepared an attack plan to subvert their opponents.

SHUUUT!

Like a strong wind coming suddenly. As if enjoying the wind then, the two sword eyes were already in front of their respective eyes.

***

Everything was over once the ground he was treading heated up and wet with blood. Dawn had inched as the long sword pierced through the body of a brownish-haired man with its mature skin.

Bon, or by his real name Khaleed. Herself vengeful Yongchun, he thinks that his teacher's death was due to Yongchun. Although indirectly it is true, but actually their teacher is Master Lacro, the westerner died due to family curses.

The incident started long enough. It took decades for first disciple Khaleed (Bon) to pursue the footsteps of his second disciple, Ashura (Yongchun).

“It's your own fault that doesn't take into account the conditions because the Black God shackles you.”

Yongchun stood up while his comrade and enemy fell to the ground in a helpless prone position.

“I'm satisfied because of that power. Even if for a moment I am satisfied. Then, I was relieved because I could hurt you deeper because of that.”

Bon spewed fresh blood. It was time to stop talking but not.

“You are the enemy I hate the most. Worst enemy in history,” Bon added.