Death Flute
Young Master Chang

The newly present figure was wearing plain white clothes with luxurious pieces like noble clothes. He carried a fan that was spread out in front of his chest. The fan has a beautiful painting. His face is handsome and handsome. His eyes glowed sinisterly and his lips grinned full of ridicule. The young man was around nineteen to twenty years old.

“Young Master Chang!” a warrior was present.

Young Master Chang closed his fan and saluted the Chief of the Military. “Dark Sung,” sweep.

Swordsman Sung paid his respects. “Welcome, Young Master Chang. Please take the place.”

“I don't think it's necessary,” Young Master Chang's smile sarcastically. “Didn't we from Bukit Merak never enter the ranks of white warriors? And my father, the God of a Thousand Faces, is also famous as a heretical grandfather, who therefore does not deserve to attend meetings between fellow white people?”

“Not so, Young Master Chang.” Swordsman Sung tried to calm down.

“Again, the meeting of the warriors is just nonsense. All you do is get together and talk. But you never did anything to carry out what you were talking about,” Young Master Chang sneered. Everyone present immediately hissed in anger.

Swordsman Sung's face was red. “Young Master Chang, if you are not pleased with this meeting, please come out.”

“No!” Young Master Chang stepped before Swordsman Sung bravely. “I did not come to attend the meeting, but rather to fight with you!”

Swordsman Sung was surprised. The warriors present there and hearing Young Master Chang's words became furious.

“Hai, Mr Chang! Try to be polite a little!” exclaim Pendekar Fu.

“Pendekar Sung is the Head of Persilatan. He beat a lot of people in a fair fight. Compared to him, you're just a snot kid!” the Dengus Pendekar Phan.

Young Master Chang who had just smiled mockingly while fanning slowly, became riled up. His smile disappeared and he closed his fan quickly. “I want to fight Pendekar Sung! I'm sure your boss can't do anything!” pongah.

Hearing this insult, all the warriors simultaneously stood up. But Pendekar Sung immediately raised his hand and asked the audience to calm down again. “Relax, Brothers!” the thrill is full of authority.

The audience sat back.

Swordsman Sung is back to face Young Master Chang. “Master Chang, I am currently discussing a serious matter with the guests. Hope you understand and we can compete at a later time.”

Young Master Chang sneered. “Sung, if you're afraid of me you'd better be honest! Don't use your guests as an excuse!”

The red hue on Pendekar Sung's face grew brighter. He was still an ordinary man, whose patience was limited. His anger has bubbled up to the crown. Ever since his arrival, this Young Master Chang had continued to insult him in front of the crowd.

“Dashing Swordsman Sung turned out to be just a coward!”

This time, Young Master Chang's insults had really passed. Swordsman Sung could no longer bear his patience. Then he stepped forward to the middle of the room.

“Alright,” said Pendekar Sung by trying to keep his voice calm. “if you want this match between us to be held now, I will serve him!”

Young Master Chang smiled happily. He jumped forward. Now he is facing Pendekar Sung. He grips his fan. “Come we start!”

Swordsman Sung drew his sword.

Young Master Chang attacked with his fan. Who would have thought that the movements of the young man who looked meek turned out to be so smooth and contained perfect speed in every attack. The light science of his body was incredible, his silat movements contained an immense inner power. The fan collided many times with Pendekar Sung's sword, but the fan was not damaged. Though Pendekar Sung sword is famous and made of the best steel.

Swordsman Sung was very surprised to feel the young man's grief. He looked at Young Master Chang and the young man was looking at him with a mocking smile. Swordsman Sung gnashed his teeth furiously. His anger grew and he was lured by Young Master Chang's tactics. He was so eager to defeat Young Master Chang that his movements became hurried and irregular.

Gradually, Swordsman Sung began to be desperate. It was then that Young Master Chang made an incredible leap and advanced to punch the path of Pendekar Sung's blood with the tip of his fan. Swordsman Sung was stunned and unable to dodge.

Fortunately, suddenly someone pulled Pendekar Sung so that the tootokan did not hit him. That person was none other than Sen Khang! Sen Khang did not want to see the person he admired being harmed by a sombung like Young Master Chang.

Young Master Chang stared furiously. “Who are you? Why are you interfering in our fight?”

“I don't want you to hurt Swordsman Sung,” says Sen Khang is calm. “Your hand is not valuable enough for that.”

“Busty!” young Master Chang was furious. “Is my intelligence not valuable enough to you? If you think so, fight with me!”

“Good!” replied Sen Khang.

Just then, dozens of black-clothed people sprung up from outside the door. They were led by a middle-aged man of medium stature. That guy's a sneaky and shitty face. He immediately walked up to Young Master Chang and saluted in a licking style. “Sincerely, Young Master.”

Young Master Chang widened. “Cheng Sam! Who told you to follow me?!” the hardic.

“To beware, Young Master. Had Young Master lost, I would have had our people lock this place up and kill them all.”

“Badness!” Young Master Chang raised his hand which was holding a fan.

Plaque! The fan hit Cheng Sam in the face.

“Young Master!” Cheng Sam's face was red. Her cheek that was slapped looked bruised.

A second later, Young Master Chang attacked Sen Khang with his fan. Totokan fan that leads to the main blood road Sen Khang. Sen Khang dodged and countered his attack.

The battle between them was fought with excitement. Each brings out its flagship style. Both have equal intelligence. They secretly admired each other's intelligence. Young Master Chang with his fan knowledge coupled with his agility, Sen Khang with his bare-handed science and his strong and steady inner energy.

Everyone watched the fight with misgivings. Cheng Sam and his men watched with smiles.

Chien Wan watched the two. He did not care at all about the siege of Cheng Sam and his men. The magic of Young Master Chang does not contain elements of heresy, but also does not contain elements of white flow. Young Master Chang's martial arts were strange and looked unique. Chien Wan was very interested in the intelligence of that person.

After a while of fighting, presumably both Sen Khang and Young Master Chang had to admit the shrewdness of the opponent. They're retreating at the same time.

“You can too!” praise Young Master Chang.

Sen Khang smiled. “You too.”

“But I'm not here to fight with you. I came to fight with him!” Young Master Chang pointed at Swordsman Sung.

“Why are you so curious?” Sen Khang frowned.

“I just want to prove that he's not really good!”

“You've fought him.”

“Indeed,” nod Young Master Chang proud. “And I won, didn't I?”

“So?”

“That proves that I'm better than him!”

“Gosh!” meng Huan said accidentally. He was very upset to see Young Master Chang's arrogance.

Young Master Chang turned his head and looked at Meng Huan who was looking at him with a stern look. Then he turned to look at the girl in red beside Meng Huan, who was none other than Ting Ting. Young Master Chang is in charge. His heart was so enchanted to look at that tiny and beautiful face.

But Ting Ting nodded.

Young Master Chang became riled up. He vented his anger on Meng Huan. “Who are you? Why interfere in my affairs?”

Immediately Meng Huan stood up, but one of Cheng Sam's men held him back.

“Let him!” exclaim Young Master Chang.

His men retreated obediently.

Meng Huan advanced with a heart puffing. “I Chi Meng Huan, his younger brother,” answered Young Master Chang's question while glancing at Sen Khang.

“Oh,” sneer Young Master Chang. “It turns out to be still brother to you, deserves just as nosy!”

Meng Huan's face was red. Sen Khang laughed. “Well, at least we are not as late as you who dare to interfere with such a big event,” he replied calmly.

Young Master Chang snorted in annoyance. Just this time he met someone like Sen Khang, who did not seem to be riled up despite being insulted and ridiculed many times. Young Master Chang could no longer reply to Sen Khang's words. He just grumbled in annoyance.

Cheng Sam walked over to his young master. “Young Master, we have to destroy them now!”

Everyone present there was shocked to hear those words.

“Who among us is the leader?” young Master Chang snapped while glaring at him.

“Ten... Young Master...,” Cheng Sam replied stuttering with a red face.

“If you already know, why dare to rule me?!” grunts Young Master Chang.

“Sorry, Young Master.” Cheng Sam bowed with a puffed up heart. He was a confidant of the Thousand Faces God. In addition, most of the responsibilities in Bukit Merak have become his job. That was why he was so angry when he was yelled at by this snot child.it was just that because Young Master Chang was the son of his master, he was forced to obey him.

Young Master Chang looked at Swordsman Sung. “My business here is done. I go!”

“But, Young Master...”

“Shut! This is my business. Who told you to come follow me?” hardik Young Master Chang. Then he saluted curiously to all who were present there. A second later he flashed away.

Seriate.