Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 54. Helper In Times of Urgency

"Allhumma shalli ‘al' muhammadin bi ‘adadi man shalla ‘alaih. Wa shalli ‘al' muhammadin bi ‘adadi man lam yushalli ‘alaih."

The sound of the singing rendang became clearer, making the two sides facing each other turn towards the source of the sound, eastward.

From the east, came the leisurely walk of a long-haired young man. His face _though only under the light of the torch_ was clearly visible, handsome. His clothes were slightly shabby with a strange object hanging on his right waist, a stone axe!

The young man stopped at the end of the two rows of people who had faced each other wielding weapons, then nodded while cupping two palms in front of his chest, saluting everyone. Later,

"Excuse me Kisanak all ... Can you ask, is this direction really towards the Kingdom of Saindara Gumilang?" The young man asked politely.

"Whoi Boy!" snapped the rambunctious curly haired man in a jet skin. "MA TA MU did not see us going to war, huh!"

Flinched with a loud voice in such a way, the young man smirked guiltily. But a second later he counted using his index finger and asked, saying,

"War? You're only ten and here are only six. Doesn't war have to be much more?"

"Grrtkkk!"

The molars of the Black Gobed Group were crushed by the young man's behavior.

At that moment, Bekel Anom Dwijaya said,

"Young People, they're dangerous people. If you want to go to the Kingdom of Saindara Gumilang, your direction is correct. Go while there's still a chance."

"Thank you, Uncle. You're a good man, may Uncle be given safety. I'll go first, Uncle. Excuse me all ...!"

The young man said his thanks before walking through the middle of the two parties facing each other.

Although the young man said his excuse politely, this did not make the Black Gobed members relieved to give way.

"Fucking shit! You can leave as long as you leave your head here! Oh yeah!"

Curly hair random jump swipe gobed on right hand. Obviously the goal was to cut off the young man's neck from the front.

The gobed that had taken a lot of casualties flashed quickly. However, the young man seemed to be unprepared so he kept stepping without any sign of dodging the attack.

Seeing bad things will happen to the young man, Bekel Anom Dwijaya immediately acted. He moved quickly to limit the goals to stem the attack.

The trangg!

Two guns clashed in front of the young man's face, splashing fireworks, but the young man's eyes did not blink as hard.

"Retreat, Young Man Ki, let me face this villain! Hiaa!" Tell the young man to retreat, Bekel Anom Dwijaya launched a left foot kick into the opponent's stomach.

Inevitably, the curly hair scrambled backwards to dodge while pulling the gobed before returning to attack.

The fight is inevitable. Even so, the members of the Black Gobed Group still refrained from attacking the village side of Debogsari. They retreated to give the fight more space.

Even the patrons also do not want to rashly attack considering the opposite party is clearly more. Surata is asking for help. They secretly hope that everything will be fine and can be overcome without falling victim from the village.

It did not take long, the fight between Bekel Anom Dwijaya against one of the members of the Black Gobed Group had passed two moves.

When the curly hair shouted the third style, Bekel Anom Dwijaya began to look overwhelmed.

Anom Dwijaya's stock was only able to survive, and almost several times lives would be lost if he did not painstakingly throw the body to save himself.

That was when, the Head of the Black Gobed Group _Jalada_ gave the direction,

"Kriwils! Did you play till morning?! Hurry up, you finish it!"

"By pleasure, Chief!" replied the curly-haired man in jet-black before shouting his high-level stance,

This time Kriwil's gobed game is really sharp and faster than ever, leading to Bekel Anom's death points.

Up to one chance.

"Come you!" Kriwil shouted swinging black gobed towards the neck of Bekel Anom Dwijaya who was no longer able to avoid after rolling to save himself.

Bekel's body was held by a tree big enough that it could no longer wart. The only way to survive was to block the gobed slash with his machete.

Trakk!

Power struggles happen. Both pushed each other.

Defender Anom Dwijaya holds the machete with his right hand, while his left hand holds the end of the machete so as not to get closer to his neck.

Likewise Kriwil, two hands he gave to press.

In this desperate situation, Bekel Anom Dwijaya kicked the right leg while slightly bending the body, leading to the right hull of Kriwil. Hoping that the opponent will overthrow or draw an attack. However,

The tagkk!

Kriwil didn't stay still, he put his right foot on. Two shins clashed. And clearly, the energy in Kriwil is still above Bekel Anom Dwijaya. Makes the bekel cringe in pain.

Worse yet, dividing energy to kick makes Bekel Anom Dwijaya's hand defense decrease. Now, the machete that he had originally used for defense instead began to squeeze his own neck due to the pressure of the opponent's gobed.

Seeing Bekel Anom Dwijaya as an egg on the tip of the horn, five young patrons were about to help. But the members of the Black Gobed Group did not remain silent, they blocked with unsheathed gobeds.

"Let their duel be resolved, after that it's your turn!" hiss one of the members of the Black Gobed Group, made five young patrolmen worried whether to attack or wait for help to come.

Bekel Anom Dwijaya finally can only resign, his breathing began to be tight due to the depressed neck of his own machete. At the same time, Kriwil smiled triumphantly. Because just waiting a few more moments the opponent will die.

Kriwil's smile had not faded all of a sudden,

Ctakk!

A pebble hit his head. A throbbing pain reached Kriwil's head to the crown like a wasp stung ndas (the hornet's horn).

Not only that, Kriwil felt that there was liquid that melted to wet his nape. Simultaneously, not only was the throbbing pain he felt, but it was also twitching. Then, the earth feels beginning to turn obliquely and ....

Brugh!

Kriwil fell to the left by Bekel Anom Dwijaya's thrust.

In response to the opponent's situation, Bekel Anom Dwijaya did not waste a chance. Still from where Bekel Anom Dwijaya tilted his body while swinging a machete.

Crakk!

The sorrr!

Blood flowed profusely from Kriwil's neck which was splashed right under the jakun.

Ghhorr! Ghhorr!

The snoring sound of the slaughtered neck accompanied the blood flowing profusely. Kriwil's body twitched for some time before his life completely floated.

Seeing his men dead, Jalada stroked his face, herding the man's stomach screaming loudly at the command,

"Beach themaaaaa ...!"