Death Flute
Battles

Chien Wan did not arrive at Cheng Sam's room because he was suddenly surrounded by dozens of Merak Hill members who were dressed all in yellow. And in the midst of them was a man of Cheng Sam's age who was a confidant of Cheng Sam's beliefs. His name is Kai Tung Lok.

“You managed to escape. Where are your friends?” kai Tung Lok.

“Not your business.”

“You are looking for dead!”

Chien Wan did not answer. His face looked gloomy and gray, pale from withstanding anger. He is not a person who likes to show feelings. But losing his flute made him barely hold back.

Kai Tung Lok gestured. “Strike and catch! Life or death!” his orders to his men.

His men were about fifty men. They immediately moved to surround Chien Wan. They were all armed with huge machetes that were gleaming horribly. Presumably the machetes were sharp!

Chien Wan welcomed the attack with a very shrewd gesture. They all turned out pretty good. They move with quite well-trained movements. Chien Wan herself was quite tough. The silatnya science is quite high and is a practice for many years. But he was not trained to use his bare hands, plus he was inexperienced. And the opponents he faced–especially Kai Tung Lok—are people who have been in the martial world for a long time. Their experience is a lot. They often see other sciences in the martial World. After all, they were many, while Chien Wan was alone. It was a very unbalanced battle.

Chien Wan was starting to get overwhelmed.

“Chien Wan, without your flute you're nothing!” the Ejek Kai Tung Lok.

Chien Wan didn't respond. He had been bathing in sweat, but had not yet managed to paralyze everything. About ten people had already fallen by him, yet others were still many. His hands and feet were already very tired and he was already exerting a lot of energy. But he can't give up.

And traaangng!!

There was a very shrill clanging sound and disperse the concentration of the attackers Chien Wan. They had to retreat to cover their ears.

Chien Wan looked over. “Ping-er!”

“Kak Wan, catch!”

A black beam of light flew towards Chien Wan. Chien Wan leaped and salted in the air before welcoming him happily. The Black Bamboo Flute was already in his hands again! Soon he brought the inflatable hole to his mouth.

“Ping-er, your ear plug!” chien Wan.

Chien Wan's shout was useless because before arriving there, Ouwyang Ping had distributed a special stopper to Sen Khang and Fei Yu. They had used it before they got there. They know very well that Chien Wan's distilled voice can break the ear drum, even able to explode objects on earth!

Chien Wan pressed her lips together and before all of her opponents realized what was happening, the distilled voice was already shrill ringing painful high notes. All the members of Bukit Merak who had been ganged tried to clog the ear hole with their fingers. It's free. The voice pierced through the drums of their ears so piercingly that all screamed with their faces in excruciating pain.

“Aaa...!! Stopit! Please stop!” scream them together.

Chien Wan didn't care about those screams for help. He continued to blow his flute by exerting all his inner energy. His face was full of sweat as his concentration was poured out completely in this deathly flute game.

The longer, the more piercing the sound of the flute. Chien Wan poured out all the frustration she felt since she found that her flute and Ouwyang Ping were missing from her side. He does not vent his anger straightforwardly like others, but holds it in his heart. Now all is vented in his flute game. And the result is terrible!

The trees swayed as if there was an earthquake. The leaves fell and the branches broke. The rocks that were around them were lifted by the echoes of a very loud sound and exploded in space.

The voice also pierced through a special plug worn by his friends. Though the plug was able to withstand the sound as loud as anything. Ouwyang Ping felt pain, as did the others.

The call was able to resuscitate the angry Chien Wan. He stopped his flute. He took a breath and looked around. He was very surprised to see the consequences caused by his flute game. His cohorts, numbering about fifty, plus Kai Tung Lok, were scattered with blood flowing from his nose and mouth. Most of them even fainted. The leaves and branches of trees were scattered on the ground. The crushed stones form scattered fragments in the soil they are exposed to.

Chien Wan was shaken, horrified by her own actions. He had poured all his emotions into his flute play. The anger, hatred, and pain he was holding exploded uncontrollably. He closed his eyes. God, I shouldn't let anger and resentment rule me. I should have been better able to control myself. If only Ping-er hadn't called out to me. I would have killed them all coldly. I'm no different from them. Forgive me, Lord.... Chien Wan rubbed her face full of regret.

Ouwyang Ping approached. His right hand touched Chien Wan's hardened arm. “Sister Wan, are you okay?”

Chien Wan opened her eyes, seeing the face of the girl she loved was so worried, so anxious. Chien Wan grabbed Ouwyang Ping's right hand which touched his arm. He held the girl's fingers warmly and with gratitude. For a few moments they looked at. And their eye rays are enough to prove a deep and strong inner bond between them. That's enough. Love need not be expressed, simply felt. That means a lot more.

“Chien Wan.” Sen Khang approached while removing his ear plug. He grimaced because the ear drum was a bit painful.

Chien Wan looked at him regretfully. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?” Fei Yu rushed over. “You have ruined the beautiful Bukit Peacock garden and all you said was sorry?” his gerrick. “If you knew this I wouldn't take the flute from Cheng Sam's room!”

“You found my suling?” Chien Wan turned her eyes to Fei Yu.

Fei Yu shrugged his shoulders.

“True, Sister. He came after us to return your flute. But since you didn't come to the border, we'll be back soon to pick you up,” Ouwyang Ping said.

“Thank you,” said Chien Wan slowly.

“Already! Where's my waiter?” ask Fei Yu.

“So he said he wanted to go to your room to check if the guard you guys fainted was conscious,” replied Chien Wan.

Fei Yu's face turned worried. “Your distilled voice must have made her sick as well.”

“People with low intelligence usually even survive the shrill voice. Teacher told me, people who do not have intelligence or who are low intelligence usually have fainted before the power of the musical instrument sound had damaged the ear drum,” said Chien Wan soothing. He pointed at some of Cheng Sam's men who had fainted. “They are luckier than the conscious ones. After realizing later they will not be why. Others will feel pain for a few days. But later it will heal.” Chien Wan sighed. “But whose eardrum is broken will be deaf for good.”

“Then I will check A Nan. You guys better get going. I was worried about Ting Ting and the others. Who knows they found a hitch,” Fei Yu said seriously. “You still remember the way, right?”

Sen Khang nodded. Then he saluted in a swordsman manner, followed by Chien Wan and Ouwyang Ping. “Thank you for your help all this time.”

Fei Yu's ears turned red. “Already!” Then he left.

Chien Wan's. Sen Khang, and Ouwyang Ping went to leave the place. But the moans of some people who were still conscious stopped Ouwyang Ping's steps. The girl felt very sorry to hear those moans. But he knew that the pain would go away in a few days.

Chien Wan looked at Ouwyang Ping face and he fully understood the girl's feelings.

“Nothing,” entertain Chien Wan. “Do not worry.”

Ouwyang Ping nodded obediently.

They also left the Thousand Faces God residence.