A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 9 – Ruckus in the Village
The village is quite spacious, fertile soil and gentle morning breeze is very soothing mind and mind.
Large paddy fields and large field land make the residents of this village depend on the two assets. Become a farmer, or gardener.
Natural Stone Village, located along the slopes of the Red Peak mountain range which is right to the East of the Heaven Wall Mountains. So do not be surprised that the natural resources in this village are very abundant.
That morning the villagers saw a group of dozens of people, dressed in all black coming from a distance. Seeing from their clothes and the look on their faces, people will immediately know that this comes from the jungle.
Hurry the people who were there to get away to give way to these dozens of passers-by. Especially when their eyes accidentally caught the golden dragon embroidery image on each person's left chest, then shudder them and dare not raise their face again.
"We stopped here to rest and eat" said an old man carrying a brass stick.
They entered the diner and immediately sat down regardless of the circumstances. The old grandfather had directly mentioned his order before the servants came. But strangely, absolutely no servant dared to resist and quickly prepared the order of the grandfather.
The attitude of this grandfather is certainly not much different from the members. Presumably only a few people still have the courtesy to talk and order food.
As these dozens of people were eating food, they heard the sound of horse footsteps stopping in front of the restaurant. They all looked to find out who was coming. It turned out to be just a young man carrying a sword at the waist.
"Servant man, prepare a bowl of noodles and warm water!" said the young man who had just come here with a big smile.
But instead of turning to the kitchen and preparing food, the fat waiter ran to welcome this young man with a step in a hurry. His face was full of sweat and his voice was somewhat trembling as he said.
"Sorry as much as the young master, but we are currently in the company of the Black Dragon. Can the young master find another restaurant to fill the stomach, I don't want their composure and the young master to be disturbed."
The young man who was none other than Sung Han was dumbstruck as well. A surprised expression was clearly visible in his eyes.
"Together men, both carrying weapons, both come to eat and give you fortune. Why is the treatment between me and them so far from the same word?" saying so, Sung Han also circulated his gaze.
This time the servant's face paled and his mouth trembled. It is considered that this young man does not know who the famous Black Dragon is also feared.
"Young master.be careful when you talk!" the waiter snapped a little.
Sung Han's heart grew even more astonished and he replied, "What do you mean? What is the connection between the Black Dragon and my passing self starving?"
"Young master!"
"Shelf!"
The waiter grew pale and shivered as one of the dozens of men kicked the table violently. This servant quickly stepped aside as if he did not want to interfere with this matter.
"Sir..is your sword just a display?" said the man who broke the table. A man of forties with two colored hair and beard.
"Where might that be uncle? This sword of mine is certainly of some use and I will not carry this thing if it is not needed." Sung Han replied fearlessly. This was secretly what he wanted, seeing the arrogant attitude of the Black Dragon society.
"Good, now use that sword and take responsibility for your conduct that has disturbed our calm!" this person exclaimed and without warning, his body darted rapidly towards Sung Han who became shocked.
"Whoaah!" pekik Sung Han while bending his knees backward, making his position supine with the pedestal of both feet up to the knee. Before the man continued to attack, Sung Han had anticipated him with a left side elbow that was in the form of rolling two spears.
"Wait..hold!!"
But Sung Han's call was only answered with a sideways fist toward Sung Han's right cheek. Sung Han who sensed how strong the wind grabbed before the fist reached, became alert and dodged back.
This young man is not experienced at all and it is only this who mastered silat. So that he does not know anything about fighting silat. If only he wanted to, Sung Han was actually able to crush his opponent's headstone in just one slap.
But the basis of his disposition that is not arrogant and always respects people, he considers that this opponent is not a weak opponent. Then he was very careful. Though he did not know when compared to his cleverness, then the intelligence of his enemy was no greater than the little finger.
"Hold, hold! Eh...eh...why is this? Is this the character of the Black Dragon who is said to be famous in every corner of the mainland?"
While continuing to dodge, Sung Han's mouth never stopped babbling to spout ridicule sentences at the Black Dragon. He deliberately provoked the opponent to know the true nature of the Black Dragon people.
"Don't just dodge the rancid boy!"
"Propay uncle! What's my fault with you guys? I am hungry and want to eat!!"
Finally, irritated and pressured, Sung Han decided to teach the man a lesson.
He lay his right fist with a quarter of his power, heading to the opponent's temple. But he had to stop when there was an echoing cry that seemed to come from the sky.
"Hahahaha..this is the view of the bandits covered in white cloth? Hey you guys, if you want to rob this village just do it with my permission of course!"
A moment later, the shadows of dozens of people flashed and there stood thirteen people from the Black Dragon troupe who had been in the restaurant
This was a lucky break for Sung Han's opponent because had the mysterious clash not come, it was certain that Sung Han's punch would have been able to break the architecture across the person's face.
Sung Han's attention was distracted by the arrival of this voice. Reflexes he looked back and forth to find the source of the sound. He also saw residents who became more frightened and ran to their homes to close the windows tightly.
"What's this, who's coming?" sung Han muttered while still circulating his gaze.
The attitude of the fourteen members of the Black Dragon was seen to be dry and creepy. The brass stick-bearer's grandfather represented his comrades, snapping with a loud voice full of deep energy vibrations.
"Washful is the barker behind the cage, dashing people if they dare to come face to face, who is the one who came to make a scene!?"
In a row, the shadow appeared of several people and just a moment there stood three grandfathers who looked very old.
The first grandfather had long hair, it was pitch-black. The second grandfather had the exact same face and posture as the first grandfather, yet his pure white hair was shiny. While the third grandfather also looked the same as the other two grandfathers, but his hair was white and black.
The three people were wearing large silver bracelets on a pair of his wrists. At once on each finger of the wrinkled hand, embedded black agate ring.
As soon as it came, these three grandfathers displayed a grin with wide mollotong eyes.
"May the Three Demons of Face One come. What is behind your actions that are so arrogant?" back the long white-haired grandfather, the brass stick asked.
The two-colored, white and black-haired front grandfather took a step and said after chuckling. "Hm...Black Dragon? A name that is too tall and arrogant to be the size of people like you. Heh, Sukma's Golden Stick, is that you who are so arrogant?"
The brass-wanded grandfather who was presumably nicknamed the Golden Sticks of the Uplifter Sukma replied, "It is true that I am. Well, Three Demons Face One, should explain what you mean once you come have said such words denouncing?"
"Hahaha.just to fill your free time."
"Only you have violated our territory, of course we cannot afford to remain silent" he continued, chuckling.
"Hey old man wrinkle, can you explain what caused you to own this place? This village belongs to the residents here, it's not yours at all or anyone!" this time someone who had fought against Sung Han said.
"Nobody can resist our decision!" knock out the black-haired grandfather and send a long-range punch towards the person. But the grandfather nicknamed the Golden Stick of Sukma Revocation had already twisted the staff and fended off the attack.
He jumped forward followed by three other grandfathers who were very gallant. The loud clashing of the Golden Stick of the Sukma Uprootter succeeded in shaking the earth where they stood.
"What the fuck is that opinion? You are Gods? You think we, the Black Dragons, are afraid of just your peyot-like little demons? Come on if you want to make a calculation!"
"Hahaha.sembrono..sembrono, arrogant and arrogant because it is able to hide behind the name and banner of the Black Dragon. Well, don't blame us if when you open your eyes, you're already greeted with a lick of hellfire." this time the white-haired grandfather spoke.
"Don't talk a lot and show your teeth that seem to be still sharp like all that talk!"
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