A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 211 – Our Friends
"I'm going west you're going east" whispered Sung Han just before the attack. "We met in the village of Alang-Alang. From the south here."
Sung Hwa just nodded because there was no chance to answer again. The first enemy had already charged at him ferociously, punching his neck and head.
While on Sung Han's side, three people had already moved on him with deadly attacks.
Without saying anything more, Sung Han and Sung Hwa pulled out the eclipse sword and went on a rampage. Some of the first row brackets immediately fell without any survivors. But the men continued to press forward without a doubt even though a sense of terror began to crawl their bodies.
"Yes!!"
One slash, three swords slammed out of nowhere. Sung Han continued the attack in the form of a slash in the opposite direction, three people fell down with wide wounds on their chests.
The Red Rajawali roar was made dizzy seven circumference. The body of the young girl flashing here and there was very confusing. Sometimes it soars into the air, sometimes attacking from below. It was not uncommon to make a twisting motion that somehow, both legs and sword had already sent an attack almost in unison.
Those people were actually starting to feel horrified. It is only because of greed and recklessness that they force themselves to continue forward.
On the other hand, Sung Han and Sung Hwa understood that if they continued to force their fight, it would eventually collapse as well. Therefore, while attacking, they try to find a way out as much as possible. Sung Han to the west and Sung Hwa to the east.
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At the top there, after everyone had left, the three hermits were still faithfully seated in their respective places. Sit cross-legged in silence until long enough. Even up to two days they sat there meditating without regard for the surroundings.
One of my grandfathers opened his eyes. "Hm.." he muttered.
The other two grandfathers opened their eyes.
These three grandpas are quite strange. It had been two days since they had changed seats since the end of the Eclipse Sword battle. And only now do their eyes seem open.
But even though it was open, until two hours later there was only a sound.
"Did I see wrong yesterday?" say one of them. The largest and tallest body. "That's Tok Ciauw isn't it?"
"You think we're blind?" replied the grandfather beside his left whose eyes were all white. "That's Tok Ciauw, we know him. Who can forget that guy?"
Grandpa who was on the right, the shortest and bald. "Yes, it's Tok Ciauw. It's not wrong anymore."
Then the grandfather who first opened his voice, who was in the middle said. "So he's the chosen one" he paused for a moment before continuing. "That means–"
"Not necessarily," cut the bald short grandfather. "He passed on his knowledge to Sung Han not because he was dead."
"But prepare to die."
The baldy couldn't find the right answer to refute that expression.
The one on the left expressed his opinion. "This means that the young man is among the lucky ones. The core energy of the earth isn't its terrible bitch, great."
The other two grandfathers nodded.
After that came the silence that enveloped them. Indeed, the character of three people is strange, or not strange according to themselves, where normal actions for them are already too strange for others.
The three sat cross-legged, not meditating, just sitting quietly looking at what could be seen. Sometimes the sound of sneezing or coughing or yawning breaks the momentary silence. Either the act is purely natural because of nature's call or is intentional to simply make sure they are indeed human.
The two grandfathers, looking from his expression, clearly appeared to be doubtful. Then the white-eyed grandfather replied. "His head is as high as the sky."
"But the bullies aren't crocs" the right-hand man chimed in. Grandpa short bald. "There's no way he's won alone."
"How good? Looking at the face of the grandfather of the chest who became the master of Golden Goa, as old figures, will we just silence him to die?"
"Hem.." The bald grandfather seemed to think. "I have a plan."
"What?" the white-eyed grandfather replied impatiently.
"How about we keep an eye on him. As long as we're still in this mountainous region, we as masters can't let him die."
"Good, I agree," the grandfather in the middle responded. "As long as it's still in these mountains."
"As long as it's still in these mountains." repeated grandpa's white eyes.
It was as if these three hermits could communicate through telepathy, without saying anything their bodies knew had vanished from there. Leaving a trail of some dried leaves that moved out of place. The rest, as if they weren't there from the start.
With a speed beyond the reach of human reason, the three hermits waded through the forest like flying men. Know-how has arrived at the place where Sung Han and Sung Hwa were moaning. Which is where the situation there is very terrible, many poor human bodies cross unbecoming.
Exactly several tens of spears before the three hermit grandfathers came, Sung Han and Sung Hwa had already gotten their way out and hurriedly fled as per the original plan.
The remaining dozen people were about to chase. But the authoritative cry from the white-eyed grandfather managed to undo all their intentions.
"Stop the fight" so the voice echoed and the effect was tremendous. Anyone of them heard, as if an invisible hand was squeezing their heart for a moment. Instantly their initial intention to pursue vanished.
The three ascetic grandfathers had stood in three different places forming a triangular formation that locked the dozens of people away. To stop them from escaping any further.
"What's this about? Are demi-god humans like you about to interfere in the affairs of others?"' sniped one of the people. Either indeed jumawa or reckless or do not know the height of the deep sea mountain.
One of the three hermits, the big tall one, shook his head and smiled. "Do you know who that young man is?"
"He's Sung Han, one of the three famous rebels. The other is the Red Eagles. Two famous rebels appeared in plain sight and you prevented us from killing him. Isn't this a rebellion?" the guy said it was getting swaggering. While the others face paled and cursed that person inwardly. Don't know manners!
"The young man was Tok Ciauw's disciple, and he was the one who inherited Tok Ciauw's next title."
"No matter who Tok Ciauw or whatever, that's obviously–"
"You've never heard of a Golden Goa waiter from the north?" the short bald man replied.
Everyone is surprised. "What do you mean?" one of the more civilized people answered.
"He was that person's disciple, the Gold Goa's waiting disciple, Tok Ciauw's disciple. And forever, neither Golden Goa nor Tok Ciauw are our best friends!" firm shaven short.
The white eyes added. "Nobody can touch Tok Ciauw in our territory!!"
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