Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
21. Blow Up Wind Breaker

In the store, it looks like Suluh and Sekar bought something. The woman who is making the dough looks overwhelmed because consumers are queuing too much, only this time she got extraordinary input. Perhaps because most of them are immigrants who want to watch the competition increasingly enslaved in Asarania.

Unwittingly, Niskala attracts people from all over the world to taste the diversity of tourism, raising their economy on a multiple scale. This has been predicted by Mr. Reswara in order to improve the quality in continuing to expand the machines of the industrial revolution era. Of course, hosting requires a cost that is not cheap at all.

"You still remember that steamed cake Sabrina brought the other day, don't you?" the black-haired man looked charming. The two artificial hands were replaced by relatively thinner materials but still retained their sturdiness. Increase flexibility in moving. Hidden behind the black lodon coat he was wearing.

While Sekar who was next door, pulled a variety of eyes from several angles. She is very beautiful with her cream trench dress that is buttoned right on the chest. Wearing a round glasses with a string coiled in the ear, as well as reddish-brown hair tied to the konde, it fascinates anyone especially for Suluh. He had to put more effort into turning his eyes away.

"Ah, is this the place?" guess Now with the radiant water. "It turns out not too far from home, why do I even just know," he continued with a small laugh.

"Are you allowed to watch the competition bring food?" timpal Suluh who remembered there were strict rules entering the stadium.

"Nothing," said Sekar stepped forward followed by Suluh. "But restricted. Steamed cake and one drink is enough, I guess."

"Ah this is bad, I don't know at all about the delicious drinks around here," the man looked back and forth, looking for an interesting shop.

"Don't worry, I know a drink that's suitable for that," she smiled. "That's my favorite drink, anyway. You should try it once in a while."

Suluh turned his head towards Sekar, making a strange behavior by moving his body to the right and to the left. Both of his hands were inserted in the oversized trench pocket while occasionally glancing at Sulah. The man boldly brought his face closer and said softly, "Alright, I'll judge how good the drink is."

Sekar's expression suddenly flushed while feeling resentful. His favorite drink is questioned. "I don't mind, after all I know you'll like it later!"

"Yes, yes," Sulah realized that the queue in front of her had disappeared. "Let's order first."

Ms. Sahira who was sticking up after bending over took out something, almost jumped to find Suluh right in front. He looked very amazed at the fashionable appearance of the man while feeling a little confused because this time he was present not with Sabrina. But another figure who seemed to pour out the aura of a woman was, not from ordinary people.

"The shop's bustling, don't you think, Mom?" the word Suluh makes pleasantries.

"Siruh, you're so handsome in that outfit!" exclaim Bu Sahira who responded to a small laugh by Sekar when he saw Suluh who blushed embarrassed.

"Oh yes, ma'am, this is Sekar," Sekar lowered his head when Suluh was introduced. "Strickers, this is Sahira's mother."

"Son, is it? Beautiful name like the person," said the woman is still in a state of flowers. "Are you two lovers?"

Hearing that Suluh and Sekar were simultaneously looking at each other. A dark, red hue emerged from both faces of those who did not know what to respond to. Now that was too wrong to reply to Bu Sahira's sentence, "Ah, no, ma'am. We were just together about to watch the tournament."

"True," said the man also chimed in. "That's absolutely right, Mom!"

"Want to watch the competition?" bu Sahira cleans her hands with a napkin. "I hear not many can see because of limited seating. But still, their totals are increasing day by day."

Everything the woman said was not wrong. One of the largest stadiums in Bentala has been raided by mobs. How not, this time the one who competed was one of the students of Cenderawasih against the Red Turuwara candidate. They both qualified for the next round until finally met in one arena. He is Suluh's classmate, Satia, fighting a student named Raka who is known for his Wind Breaking technique.

Before the event began, Suluh and Sekar had already arrived first and occupied their reserved seats. Thanks to the generosity of Mr. Arnadi and Ms. Rahayu, Suluh was given two tickets intended for her sister. But because Sabrina is not too fond of martial arts, she ended up with Sekar at this time. Watch a spectacular event together with their favorite food.

Gradually the humans filled the stands, cheers of cheer reverberated loudly as the sounds of firecrackers from inside the arena lit up, exploding in the blue sky with various colors. The excitement did not last long after the man entered the arena, the situation was suddenly silent with no sound. They choose to listen to what is being said.

That day, there are two matches at once that will be carried out with only one round. Among them was Satia of Cenderawasih against Raka of Turuwara Merah, then Dimas of Peacock Black against Aditara of Cemara Biru. Later there will be a welcome session from Raja Reswara and Raja Mandala who participated to watch, ending with a return crosscheck of the results and the upcoming match schedule.

After being read the sequence of the event, the audience returned rowdy in enthusiasm. Some of them carried flags to support their champions, supporting the school where they were. Suluh who was impatient to see the ability of his friend, Satia, soon the candidate was asked to come into the arena. Satia against Raka.

With white clothes in harmony with each other, the two men appeared after being read aloud their names. Entering the place that has a red mattress, one of Satia and Raka who came out of the place will automatically lose. This match is determined by how strong they defend and the referee will decide who is eligible to qualify. So, even if they fell, it did not ensure they lost.

After the formal pleasantries expressed by the Rulers of Niskala and Indrayana, Satia and Raka stood face to face. The referee among them gave orders to be ready. Satia made the horses, both brown eyeballs were focused. While Raka did the same thing, with the bluish iris giving a sign that he was very ambitious to win the victory.

"Ready?" the referee shouted and then shouted loudly. "Start!"

The two candidates stepped around, Raka was faster to get closer to Satia who had to continue to watch out. Not delaying for a long time, Raka lustfully gave a blow that Satia could avoid. Moreover, he managed to catch Raka's hand and seconds after, Satia counterattacked with her right hand. It succeeded in making the golden-haired man take a few steps back.

"I don't think you're any different from my previous opponents" Raka said, stretching her hand. "But I was wrong."

"You shouldn't underestimate the opponent" Satia again strengthened her horses.

Raka chuckled as she turned to the right and left and said, "I don't underestimate them. I'm just making sure when I get all my power out to those who deserve it."

"And it seems, I can't half-way this time," continued Raka preparing a round-trip. "It's gonna be really interesting, you know?"

With incredible speed he shot out, giving a powerful strike that Satia's two hands had to fend off. Because of that great power, the brunette was pushed back, her hands following open because she was unable to hold back. Raka deftly gave a twisting kick but Satia was not occasionally careless. He dodged and gave the same kick. Similarly, Satia's attack can be avoided by Raka.

The battle that had only started for a few minutes was already thrilling. All who watched looked stunned, frozen speech gave a strain. Suluh looks gawking, impressed with Satia's ability and on the other hand envious that she is not there. He still could not give up the whole decision. The eyes that cannot lie are able to be read by Sekar who even pay attention to Suluh, feeling pity and pity.

This time Satia made a defense even though he had many times to get out of the battle of Raka. Every counterattack that Satia seeks can be anticipated, he must be able to save stamina. But one thing he did not know was that, as he hid behind both hands, Raka jumped up suddenly, performing a flagship technique.

"Felt!" with the fingers perfectly secured, the right hand was as if doing an act of slicing down. The power generated by the attack instantly split Satia's defenses, giving it a wide-open weakness. "Battering the Winds."

With Raka's left palm, he hit Satia right in the chest making the child bounce up to several meters. But he managed to hold his body from getting out of the mat, gasping for breath. He who was in a restful position, looked up towards Raka who was slowly approaching. Adding to the gripping aura.

"You are deft to refrain from going out" the golden-haired man said. "I'm impressed you didn't just give up."

Satia gradually rose from the slump, again ready to fight. The two brown eyes were determined. "I won't lose!"

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