Death Flute
The Chi Meng Huan attack

The day was near noon and the meeting place was already crowded. The warriors have arrived and all have occupied the surrounding arena of the match. Pendekar Sung has finished discussing and immediately occupies the honorary seat of Chairman Persilatan.

“Brothers, please calm down!”

The thunderous voice of the bodyguards made whatever conversation was being conducted, come to a halt instantly.

Swordsman Sung stood up and greeted, “Brothers, welcome!”

All the warriors returned the honor.

“It has been a long time since I first served as the Chairman of the General Assembly. It's time for me to resign. Today will be the election of the new General Assembly. I hope, whoever is elected to office, will lead the World of Justice well.”

All the warriors listened carefully to the words of Pendekar Sung.

“Thus, I open a match for this post. The match can start now!”

With a signal, the match began.

As discussed earlier, the game uses a challenging system. First of all, the two warriors faced each other until there was one of the losers. The winner will be challenged by another opponent. Then when it is finished, a new challenger will appear. And so on until a winner is found.

The match was exciting. It turns out that quite a lot of warriors are interested in the position of Head of the Military. How not? That position allowed for the support of all members of the World of Justice, respected by many, and received the highest respect from all the peoples of the world, even the empire.

There were already quite a number of warriors advancing into the arena. Win and lose by changing. The audience is getting excited and excited to watch the game.

Sen Khang watched the match passively. He watched all the participants carefully. According to him, none of them are worthy to replace Swordsman Sung, both in terms of intelligence and in terms of wisdom.

In contrast, Chien Wan did not pay much attention to the match that was taking place. Instead, he focused his attention more on the few warriors sitting at the very end of the chair. In his eyes, they looked strange. Their movements had been somewhat suspicious since the first time they had come and joined the ranks of warriors. But because they did nothing, he did not want to think.

“Kakak Wan,” whispered Kui Fang as he touched Chien Wan's hand.he was astonished that Chien Wan's attention was not directed to the match, but to some people who he thought were fine.

Chien Wan turned her head and patted the girl's hand. He smiled soothingly.

Brak!

A warrior was ejected from within the arena. He immediately got up with a dead red face. Physically he was not hurt. It is the ego that is wounded. He saluted without saying a word. Then turn around and leave the arena area.

“Please, who else would dare?” challenge the man above the arena arrogantly. He deserves to be proud because he has won three times in a row.

All the participants looked at and whispered.

Swordsman Sung stood up. His heart was a little dissatisfied with the result.

“Does anyone still want to challenge?” tanyakanya. “If no one else wants to pose a challenge, then Pendekar Khu will become Ke—“

“Wait!”

A shadow figure flashed and landed in the middle of the arena. The man was wearing luxurious clothes of dark brown silk. His face was stiff and flat, like the face of a statue. He was one of the warriors that Chien Wan had noticed.

“Can we know what your name is and from which stream?” ask Pendekar Sung kindly.

The mysterious man remained silent. He looked at Pendekar Khu with a look full of ridicule.

Pendekar Khu was once riled up like that. “Are you deaf?”

“I am the new Head of Personnel,” muttered the mysterious person.

“Don't be arrogant!” Swordsman Khu lunged at the man with a devastating blow that aimed right at the chest. The man was silent as if he was going to let the punch hit him. The warriors watched him with breath.

But surprisingly, the mysterious one moved so fast. He bent down and threw a kick that immediately grabbed Pendekar Khu's chest very hard. Pendekar Khu did not dodge. The kick hit him. He was thrown out of the arena and fresh blood spurted from his mouth. He died at that time too.

“Ah!” All the participants of the meeting gasped.

Chien Wan rose up in shock. “Soul Destruction Kick!”

Sen Khang stood up furiously. He finally knew who the mystery man was. “Chi Meng Huan!”

The second cry of the young swordsman left everyone shocked. News of the massacre at Wisma Bambu has indeed spread in the martial world. Everyone knows the perpetrator of the massacre.

Laughter boomed creepily.

The mysterious person ripped the skin off his face. He was wearing a disguise skin mask. When the mask came off, the real face of Chi Meng Huan appeared. A handsome face shrouded in abominations and sinister ambition.

“Chi Meng Huan!” murmurs and boisterous exclamations filled the arena.

“What are you doing here?” snarled Pendekar Sung.

Meng Huan smirked. “I'm the new Head of the Press.”

“Don't dream!” grunts Sen Khang cold. “Villains and murderers like you don't deserve to be the Head of the Press!”

Chi Meng Huan tilted her head and folded both hands in front of her chest. “Nobody in the world can beat me!” pongah.

“Omong empty!” sambar Siu Hung's. “You've lost to Grandpa Ouwyang!” taunted.

Chi Meng Huan turned her head quickly and looked at the teenage girl with a sinister look. Siu Hung glared back at him unperturbed.

Sen Khang immediately acted. He jumped into the middle of the arena and in front of Meng Huan. He did not want Meng Huan to harm Siu Hung. It was indeed not easy for Meng Huan to approach Siu Hung due to the large number of people there. But he knew, if he did not distract Meng Huan, things would happen that were not desirable.

“I won't let you mess up here!” bentak Sen Khang.

Meng Huan put on a concerned look. He shook his head. “You won't be able to beat me in a fair match, Sen Khang. That time you cheated and supported me,” taunted him.

The anger of Sen Khang is boiling. “Busty!”

Sen Khang gnashed his molars with anger. “People don't know to return the favor! Nista! I regret the day my father took you to our house! I regret your existence in our life!”

Meng Huan's face turned vile. “There is no point regretting everything, Sen Khang. The rice has become porridge. Especially now...your sister is already mine.”

“Better he dies than be yours!”

“Then I have to kill you! Whoever tries to stop me from having it, I'll take it out! Like your parents!”

“Hurricane!” Sen Khang attacked Meng Huan by exerting all his intelligence. The science of Hurricane Blows is incredible. His movements were very fast, hard, and steady. Every movement was always accompanied by the roar of strong winds.

Meng Huan greeted each attack casually. The Kick of Soul Destruction is no less powerful than the knowledge possessed by Sen Khang. Kick after kick deployed with full power.

The battle over the arena occurred so quickly that for people whose silat science was not yet high, unable to see it. Because those movements were extremely fast, it was as if they were incarnating into a twinkling shadow.

The roar of the battle wind was felt all the way to the outside of the arena.

Chien Wan continued to look at the arena anxiously. He knew how great Meng Huan was now. Chien Wan was not sure if Sen Khang could defeat Meng Huan. Even if this time they looked balanced, it was because Meng Huan had yet to exert the Shadow Sword Arts.

Shortly afterwards Sen Khang began to be desperate as Meng Huan began to use the moves in Shadow Sword Science. Sen Khang is still trying to exert his power. He tried to strike Meng Huan, but Meng Huan's body seemed untouchable.

“You can't kill me, Luo Sen Khang!” teasek Meng Huan is cynical. “You are not comparable to me!”

Sen Khang was getting angry. He continues to attack. But then he realized that anger would not make him win. So he calmed himself while continuing to focus his mind. And succeed! His movements became more steady as his mind calmed down.

A precise hard blow hit Meng Huan's shoulder. Meng Huan was flabbergasted and stared riled up. He also changed his tactics. His movements suddenly changed.

A powerful kick flew towards Sen Khang's head. Fortunately, Sen Khang had directed his arm to fend off. But the kick still hurt him. Cracks! Sen Khang's arm bone is painful and sounds wrenching. He retreated and grimaced with pain. His face was pale and cold sweat sprung up on his forehead. He tried to move his hand, but failed.

Damn, he thought worriedly. His right arm was broken. Now there is a left hand that can be used. He no longer knows what to do. The science of Storm Blows is useless with just one hand.

“Ha ha ha!” Meng Huan laughed mockingly. “Your hand is broken, huh? Poor thing!”

Sen Khang tightens molars.

Ouwyang Ping was very worried. He was about to jump forward to help Sen Khang. But Chien Wan's hand pressed against his shoulder.

“Kakak...,” protest the girl.

Chien Wan shook her head. He looked at the arena. “Retreat, Sen Khang!” yells.

Sen Khang. He nodded and jumped down.

“Coward!” maki Meng Huan was fiery. “Don't run you!”

But before Meng Huan could catch up, Chien Wan herself had already floated into the arena. He stared intently at his nemesis with a cold gaze. “You hate me. I am your opponent,” he said flatly.

Meng Huan laughed mockingly. “Don't dream of beating me, Ouwyang Chien Wan! All righty! After finishing you, then I will finish the others!”

Chien Wan plucked the flute from her belt and stood by.

Meng Huan jumped up and with a tremendous movement grabbed the sword from the back of one of the spectators who was on the edge of the arena, making the sword owner gape without being able to do anything. Then he mustered the Shadow Sword Science combined with the Soul Destroying Kick.

There will be a battle that will continue to be touted as the most terrible battle of all time.

Meng Huan's body seemed to turn into tens and surrounded Chien Wan. Every shadow of his body attacked Chien Wan with a sword. Dozens of swords flashed around Chien Wan, preparing to target her life.

But Chien Wan also did not want to lose. The flute is moved and the longer the fast. That powerful spin reflects the colorful light of a rainbow. The lights attacked the swords in Meng Huan's hands. The fusion of light with the sword produced a terrifying flare of sparks!

Meng Huan was startled and moved her legs faster. However Chien Wan had gained a lot of progress in the science of lightening his body. It can easily evade every attack.

A toot from Chien Wan's flute hit the main point of Meng Huan's leg, making him tingling and numb. Meng Huan gasped and pulled back her legs. For a moment he was a little off-guard.

This opportunity was what Chien Wan had been waiting for. he threw his flute into space. The Black Bamboo Flute swirling around gave off a beautiful and sinister sound. Colorful little lights surrounded the flute.

Meng Huan was flabbergasted. He knew that he could not possibly attack the flute.Based on his previous experience, he knew he could not touch the flute because it was protected by an invisible force. So he approached Chien Wan and thrust his sword into the chest of Chien Wan who was cross-legged exerting his inner strength.

“Death to you, Ouwyang Chien Wan!”

“Kak Wan!” Kui Fang stood up and was about to run to protect Chien Wan.

However Siu Hung who was nearby at the time immediately restrained him. “Do not be stupid! The criminal won't be able to hurt him. Just look!”

Kui Fang was unable to move as Siu Hung clutched his arm tightly. He looked at the arena anxiously.

The sword that was thrust towards Chien Wan was unable to touch it. The small ribbon-like light that had been surrounding the flute had suddenly shot towards the sword and entwined it. Meng Huan was very surprised as her sword was pulled loose from her hand.

That was when Chien Wan jumped up. His palm smashed into Meng Huan's chest. Chien Wan used the Science of the Song of Gods, the only bare-handed science he mastered. Although Chien Wan did not master the science as well as the science of flute, but his attack was enough to make Meng Huan beaten back without being able to dodge.

Dar!!

Meng Huan was thrown and fresh blood spurted from her mouth.

Chien Wan leapt to snatch his flute and approached Meng Huan. He almost managed to get close to Meng Huan but a disturbance came.

Suddenly some people jumped up and approached Meng Huan. One of them threw a smoke bomb towards Chien Wan.

The entire arena was covered in thick white smoke.

“Busty!” rutuk Chien Wan.

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