White Eagle Warrior 2

Blood paid for Blood

Bruuk!

Puspita fell after being unable to maintain balance. His body fell on a small table that immediately fell apart.

"Don't move! Or you want your son to be wretched!" threaten a delinquent who directly attached the tip of his sword to Puspita's neck.

"Momuu! Huuhuhuu .." Suhita Prameswari cried unstoppably. With his eyes, he watched the village delinquent grab his mother's hair so violently. They also slapped Puspita so hard that blood flowed from the corner of her beautiful lips.

"Deehhhh!" Suhita bit the arm of the drunk man who was carrying her. Until he could escape and ran straight to his mother.

Plaque! Plaque!

Seeing Suhita running towards him, Puspita kicked the head of the person who was gripping her hair. Puspita thrashed so hard that she also escaped from the hostage. Another who tried to block Puspita directly rewarded one hard blow.

Craassh! As a result of his desperate actions, Puspita's arm was forced to be injured when he was determined to break through the blockade made by the thugs.

"Darling .. are you okay?" Puspita held her son and gave full protection to the little physician. No matter he had to lose his life, as long as his son survived Puspita did not care.

"Mother .. huuhuuu ... Hita takuutt ..."

"Quiet, baby. We're gonna be fine. Hita don't cry, yes," Puspita stroked her daughter's hair.

Puspita tore off the beautiful silk cloth she was wearing. He used the cloth to tie up his injured arm. Puspita was used to the pain, so her broken lips were not a burden.

Meanwhile, the owner of the cottage which is a layman can only cry watching without knowing what to do. The fear grew when they saw four more people coming to the cottage. From the clothes attached to their bodies, it seems that it is not the messenger of the Surip Physician but the subordinates of the Rawono Physician, also a famous physician.

"Well! Whoa! Looks like we're first, boss!" comments of someone who came.

"But look, the five footplates of the Surip Physician are completely useless. To finish off a woman alone still has to wait for us. Ahaha!"

"Kumiyihhh! You better not interfere. This is our duty, let us take care of this rotten healer. You guys just go home!" reply to Surip's Physician.

Thankfully there are them. The two squabbling camps helped extend the opportunity for Puspita to catch her breath. It has been eight years Puspita has never trained his silat style, until the movement is very stiff and slow. His body was also painful and easily tired. Yes, she was just a housewife, no longer a swordsman.

Not only that, besides Puspita, there is another who has since followed the steps of four thugs Emissary Physician Rawono. The man approached and with wide eyes watched the person he was looking for was there.

Nothing else, no. That man was the father of a little healer whose life was being threatened. White Eagle Swordsman.

Mahesa's body trembled violently at the sight before her eyes. His hands clenched so hard that white smoke billowed. Never has Mahesa been this angry. The anger is overflowing, the emotions are no longer rooted. In the blink of an eye, Mahesa moved like lightning and had been standing near his son and wife.

"You ..." Puspita immediately close her body to her husband. Likewise with Suhita Prameswari, the boy screamed loudly feeling like a dream to find suddenly his father appeared.

"Darling, sorry," Mahesa swiped the heads of her son and wife in turn. He took Suhita from his mother's sling.

"Dinda, are you .. are you hurt?!" mahesa's heart felt like it wanted to be dislodged to see the cloth bandage Puspita's arm that was slightly reddened by blood.

Puspita held onto Mahesa's arm, begging her husband not to display the massacre in front of his young daughter. Puspita could understand the anger in Mahesa's heart. With just one attack, Mahesa will definitely be able to finish off all the village thugs.

Mahesa closed her eyes, trying to accept his wife's request with a big heart. But ... can't! They have treated their children and wives so harshly that they have almost harmed them. Mahesa couldn't take all that. He simply distanced them from the presence of Suhita, so Mahesa again became a swordsman.

The drunk man who was holding Suhita hostage was so surprised to see Mahesa suddenly appear. He quietly squatted down and picked up a wooden block nearby. Then swinging the wooden beam targeting the nape of Mahesa.

The tep! Wuusha!

"Aah?!" the bouncer who was about to get into a fight turned his head in the same direction. They watch someone being thrown away like throwing a pillow.

They exchanged glances, since when was there a young man dressed in noble clothes standing there?! Carrying a child, maybe he did. If not him, then who else?

Secretly, Mahesa twisted her wrist. Exerting energy in the form of a killing aura directed at the group of village thugs. The high level of profound energy, made the ten people standing in the middle of the courtyard tremble in fear. They were almost out of breath, unable to answer when Mahesa drove them all away. The mercenary delinquents were divided into two camps, with all their might trying to quickly leave the cottage. The fear they felt exceeded the fear of seeing ghosts.

"You, forgive me ..." Puspita sobbed, buried her face on the shoulders of her beloved husband.

Mahesa smiled, gently giving enlightenment to his son and wife. Strengthen their hearts to immediately forget the incident just now.

"Hita, you take care of your mother first, yeah. Clean wound. I'll take the elixir for a second. Take care of the mother, yes," Mahesa spoke softly to her son.

Suhita Prameswari. He convinced his father that his treatment skills were reliable. Besides Puspita, no one would have guessed if Mahesa came out not to find a cure but to take revenge and finish off the village thugs who had messed up. Blood must be paid for with blood. One time they hit Puspita, then one time also the reply that Mahesh will give.

Puspita's guess is unlikely to miss. Only, she did not dare to forbid and just smiled to let go of her husband even though in the depths of her heart she did not agree Mahesa continued to dirty hands with the blood of village thugs. Let alone one hit, with a finger quote, Puspita sure the thugs will not be able to withstand Mahesa's blow.

"Huuuhhh .. huuuhhh .. damn! Who is that young man?! Why did it suddenly appear and we feel like we were about to die?" a thug asked the drunk man who was the son of the owner of the cottage that Suhita was treating.

"Sister, I don't know either. All of a sudden he threw me in my body, thankfully my waist didn't break."

"Then, how is this? We can't go home and report this failure to the Surip Physician, we can't be finished, "their faces look panicked.

"No need to worry! I'll help you lighten your load. I'll make sure you die without pain!"

They were really surprised. I don't know when it came, suddenly Mahesa was standing in their way.

"Small ants, very brave to make trouble in the middle of the ocean. I will close your story today" Mahesa said, turning around. Staring with hatred burning.

"Bad! You think we won't fight?! Attack her!" they drew their weapons and attacked Mahesa.

Mahesa smiled wryly, then greeted their attack empty-handed. Mahesh's rapid movements made his opponents not have time to swing the sword, Mahesh hunted down with a powerful punch.

Plaque! Bugh! Dish!

Mahesa's fist grabbed those people's bodies just once. But it was enough to mercilessly destroy their chests and internal organs. A broken heart keeps blood from being pumped all over the body but out through their mouth. It was terrifying to watch the fresh blood pour out like shower water.

Lastly, a drunken man reported Suhita's whereabouts. Mahesh did not hit his chest, but jumped into the air, then slid down with an open palm hitting the person's head until his entire body was smashed into pieces. Scattered, scattered unbecoming.

Before leaving, Mahesa plucked her finger. Eliciting flames from the power within the Dragon Tread, burning their charred bodies, removing traces.

Not enough that, Mahesa again darted and chased after four other thugs that he followed. The Tabib Rawono surrogate hitman will definitely make trouble if not all of you are cleaned up.

"Why rush? That hell door can be entered from wherever you let go of life!" Mahesa raised her right hand high, stopping the footsteps of the four thugs who were running in fear.

The thug was getting more scared. Instead of stopping, they just speed up the swing of their legs. They had expected that Mahesa would catch up, but did not expect that the speed of lightening the young man's body was beyond reason. They don't want to be finished, so keep running fast.

Mahesa smiled cynically, her head shaking repeatedly, before then swinging her rapidly raised hand. Simultaneously, dozens of ice spears slid after the bodies of the thugs without Mahesa having to approach.

Without being able to negotiate, the bodies of the four Tabib Rawono's manors fell down and froze as their backs were pierced by the ice spears. The body will melt along with the ice block once enough sunlight heats up.