A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 82 – A Youth
"Hiaaaat....Haitt's....Ohhhhh!!!"
There was a loud cry in the middle of the forest. Right on the edge of the small lake, almost like a swamp due to the accumulation of bushes, there was a young man who only used pants without clothes was practicing silat there.
From his movements were extremely agile and powerful, not a single movement was in vain. All attacks and every step were not just mere empty movements.
One would be surprised to learn that this young man had repeated the same movement a thousand times! And this time it's on its way to the one thousand movement.
After a few hours, his movements changed slightly. Even so the movement remains agile and contained. Scrolls of sweat as big as corn seeds had soaked his body, squinting here and there every time he moved.
At one time, he made a closing move in the form of a leap forward. Both hands spread with fingers wide open. He snapped loudly as the two hands moved across each other to hit the tree trunk from the left right. This was not an ordinary silat movement, but rather a movement he had accidentally made while trying. Just a playful gesture.
"Bugh! Bugh!"
There was a loud sound when the rod was slowly bent and broken by the claws of the young man's hands. Without being prevented again the tree crackled and collapsed.
"Huh.." the young man took a breath to calm himself down. After a while he washed his body in the lake and after finishing immediately went to the top of the hill near there.
Back he undressed and meditated, gathering the heat of the sun until night came. Then absorb the moon until the night passes.
Looking at the way of his meditation, it can be known who this person is. He was none other than Sung Han, the heir to the Solar Eclipse Sword who had been in seclusion for several months.
This was based on his last experience of fighting with Jin Yu and two masked men. It was clearly seen and felt by him back then that his strength had decreased considerably. I don't know why he doesn't know, forced to think and not find a logical reason.
So with no other choice Sung Han decided to go into seclusion and deepen his knowledge. He went back to running the exercises that his teacher had given him, repeating until his spine felt almost broken. Practice silat movements, lifting stones, rolling tree trunks and so on.
Then every day he also did meditation in the sun and moon. Early in the morning, the exercise routine has just begun. Then at noon, he returned to meditation until morning again.
Strange things happen, and this really pisses Sung Han off instead of playing. If he had the power as great as a god, it would have been flipped over a mountain to relieve his anger.
This issue is related to the decline in his strength. He's been in this forest for months and training hard, but the results aren't what we expected.
He could feel the power of his profound energy and his dexterity soaring high, perhaps even stronger than before. But still he felt that something was blocking so that his potential was hampered.
I don't know if Sung Han doesn't understand, but he always felt that there was a giant barrier that limited his strength. So that only in his body the energy in it increased, but for the fight, the power released did not change at all.
"What's wrong with me!!?" he was upset on the hundred and sixty-fourth day. While cursing, he hit a rock bigger than him three times.
"Braaac!!"
"Sat!!" he again screeched in annoyance, "With my former strength, at least this stone is already a big hole. And my current strength should be destroyed!! But why just a hole this big? Why can't my powers come out perfectly!?"
He looked at the hole in the stone that was as big as an elephant's belly. And Sung Han was not satisfied with that.
"Ah stop!!" finally he was desperate and decided to leave, plunging back into the crowded world. However, his adventurous spirit did not allow him to stay in one place.
So Sung Han departed on that morning east. He walked straight to where his feet went. Three days later, on the slopes of the Peaches, he turned north along the slopes of the mountains.
A few days later, he arrived in a small village. A village still under the control of Daun town, the city where prince Chang Song Ci ruled. A city that became the estuary of the Snake Tail river that flowed along the Peach Mountains.
He entered the village quietly, his footsteps slow. But his forehead creased when he found the welcoming unfriendly.
"What's wrong with these people? Does my face look like a criminal?" he muttered while glancing around. As he looked at one little girl of Yu Ping's age, seeing that expression, his face paled slightly, "What disgust expression is that? Don't tell me he thinks I'm a pervert?"
He tried to stop and keep going. But the further into the village, the more blatant the men ridiculed him. It was a curse and curse that made Sung Han's ears twitch.
"He must be the one."
"Who said? But it's worth suspecting..."
"Who knows? What continues to look like is not a young man? Despite wearing a long robe, but his posture was indeed that of a young man."
"Huh.he glanced over here, let's go!" the two men glanced and passed quickly.
When he reached the tavern to just fill the stomach, a similar situation occurred. The order food was made tasteless and the waiters were not at all friendly. Even people go away from his desk.
"There must be something.I don't want to be the scapegoat of the cloud in this village!" sung Han muttered out of the restaurant and decided to surround the village.
Until when he passed by one small house, which was in the corner of the village. His ears heard the great crying sounds of the young girl and her mother. As Sung Han looked over and looked at the open window, he saw the middle-aged man who was also looking at him. His eyes were soaked in tears, yet his gaze implied great hatred.
Sung Han became clumsy, then passed after looking down for a moment.
"There must be something..sure!!" he was more convinced by his premonition.
When he arrived at another house, he found a family sitting in a circle in the front room. There was a little boy about seven years old. While the young mother and father may have just reached their late thirties.
Sung Han stopped and looked at them attentively. The door of the house was wide open, so he could not politely look at the contents of the house. His forehead wrinkled.
"Are they people?" ask him to himself.
Not without reason, the article three people were sitting in a circle, facing each other, but in a state of view empty eyes and pale face like a corpse. The worried Sung Han unhappily walked into the house and shook their bodies.
"Hey, what's going on!?" Sung Han asked as the figures of father and mother seemed to wake up from a dream. His son remained unmoved.
"You're the one here?" ask the floating mother.
"You're an outsider?" asking the father was like delirious.
Sung Han shook his head and replied, "I'm not here." then he turned to his father and nodded, "Right, I'm an outsider."
At the same time the eyes of the father and mother were sharpened, full of flames of anger and without knowing how their hands had blocked a kitchen knife.
"You did!! Yes, definitely!! He said a young man!!" the father shouted.
"Yes!! I saw it myself that night. Looking at his walking and skin, he must be a young man!!" the mother shouted, "No outsiders have come lately! A stranger like you must be the culprit!!" this time the mother hit him with a knife.
"Beware.be careful!!" Sung Han dodged, the attack passed in front of his body. But he was shocked when another knife came from his father.
"Death to the devil!!!" screeched with tears.
Sung Han was so confused, he was forced to dodge until his back touched the wall.
But this is his mistake that makes him regret. If the result of his movement dodged, the man's attack continued and could not be stopped. Understandably if he never used a knife to attack, plus in a state of anger, so the father forgot how to slow down.
So when his attack escaped, the father was shocked to make his feet trip. As a result, with a drawn knife he hit his wife who was also shocked. His wife moved the knife trying to drive away the husband's knife, but because of the origin of the motion alone, the consequences were heartbreaking.
"Crook!! A crookk!!"
The two knives went through each other's chests. Along with a loud scream, both of them died.
This young man shook his heart. Only then did he go down the mountain already startled this kind of thing.
His face was pale and his body stiff when he saw the child who turned around. Look at all of this with a blank look.
"Dad...mom....?" he muttered in a daze. Then he laughed oddly, "Hahaha. Father, mother, brother, let's go to the angel of death together as a family."
His hand had taken out a small knife and was pointed at the neck. Sung Han who was still shocked was stiff and unable to move. So he was completely powerless to help when the child thrust the little knife into his own neck.
"Croooks!!"
Blood splashed everywhere, mixed with pools of blood from the father and mother, the child's body fell limp and fell to the floor.
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