Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
22. Defeats

The smile was scornful, clucking with annoyance because this man in front of Raka was stubborn. He did not stay there, as quickly as possible the youngster launched a follow-up attack, intending to get Satia out of the area. But it was not easy, Satia's spirit was still firmly attached to smoldering. Raka's pounding can be avoided even Satia doing a sweep with her right foot, forcing the golden-haired man to jump.

When the opportunity was wide open, Satia with a strong blow right hit both hands Raka placed on the chest. As a result of the impulse, the child bounces to the middle of the arena, trying to maintain body stability when landing. Then when he turned to Satia, the young man somehow was right in front of him, reflexes he stood up and tried as hard as possible to fend off all the more rapid strikes.

He could not concentrate, Satia's incredible speed never stopped. Raka was depressed, the raid weakened the defense. At the point Satia slowed down a bit, Raka could read the right hand that was about to swing. However, just before Raka was about to endure the blow, she was fooled by a kick that shot towards her. The technique of Satia was exactly the same as he did when fighting against Suluh during the martial test.

As a result, Raka again ejected until sprawled. The audience there looked carefully, not much to comment except to be amazed. The torch conscious of the technique only shed a smile, knowing what it felt like to be fooled and defeated. But it's not over. Due to the continuous attacks, Satia was exhausted. Unlike Raka who tried to get back up, did not want to bend her knees surrender. Along with a breath of breath, the two blue eyes radiated anger.

"You're really sneaky," Raka recalled as she flashed a scornful smile. "That uncivilized cheap technique you did to insult me, didn't you?"

Satia did not respond, she just fell silent with the horses that did not weaken at all. Raka is getting annoyed at being ignored, adding to her excessive disgust. Because Satia did not refuse at all that Raka said was wrong, increasingly denouncing his pride as a talented student in the Red Turuwara. I don't know what he's going to do, Raka suddenly warms up, calms down and then makes a design as if he was about to run.

"No, you are the one who humiliates the martial realm," whispered the man in concentration. "I won't let you get away with your trashy techniques!"

Once he pulled a foot, he darted so fast that the mat on which he was resting cracked instantly held Raka's speed. Satia flinched at the sight but was still able to dodge by turning around, letting the golden-haired youngster pass from above. When Satia turned her head back towards Raka, she had launched a deadly kick that was powerless to hold back. Causing Satia to stumble backwards.

Raka's movement this time was completely different. He turned violent, turning back around while performing the Wind Breaking Punch technique many times. Of course this cannot be ignored Satia, every time he tried to survive behind both hands, Raka's technique broke him. It could be said that the golden-haired child dominated the competition. There was nothing Satia could do but accept all the harsh blows from Raka.

The man who saw victory before his eyes was unmitigated in carrying out the attack. The burning anger was channeled in every attack to Satia, not occasionally feeling pity or restraint. Because it was felt Satia did not fight at all, she launched the final dance of the Wind Breaking Punch. His palm was now on Satia's chest, before carrying out the final swipe, he still had time to open his mouth.

"Hose rest!" Once a strike at that time, Satia shot violently crashed into a circle when it hit the mattress. He was instantly unconscious at the moment of stopping outside the arena, hurriedly checked by the referee.

The stadium was made gloomy without a vote, Suluh who witnessed the brutality had burned his heart, unable to accept what the Red Turuwara candidate did. He was even about to get out of his seat, Sekar had to hold the man's hand to not actually jump into the arena. In his mind he was just questioning, will it be allowed in the competition.

Utilizing Prana elements to strengthen attacks.

Because the blow launched by Raka could not have produced such terrible damage if not accompanied by Prana. Ever since Suluh looked at everything the young man had done, he had somehow been able to feel something from his body. Something very wild sticking out of the Raka tribe. Suluh turned his head upwards, right to the place where Mr. Reswara and Mandala were. Curious about their reaction.

The referee suddenly gestured with both hands, the medical team lightning-fastly entering the area with a medicine box and a stretcher. All sorts of ways they did until Satia was laid down and brought into the room there. The referee returned to the middle, approaching Raka who was already able to calm down. The man in the black and white uniform raises Raka's hand, announcing that he is the winner.

The Red Turuwara party simultaneously shouted loudly while waving flags, enlivening success. But Sulah could not accept this, no, probably most of the students of Cenderawasih who were watching. Those in the stands cheered for the referee's decision out loud, questioning Satia's safety. This inhuman and too sadistic thing should be disqualified, not allowed to escape.

"What the fuck? You let that indecent candidate back beat up another candidate unconscious?" exclaim Suluh with a loud voice.

The men in front and around were slightly disturbed by the boy's screams, the adult man in front of Suluh replied with a laugh, "He deserves it! Weak men better not have to enter the competition from the beginning."

Reed was made to board the apoplexy hearing the response of those amoral people, he with fiery emotion rebelled, "What are you saying, huh?"

"Why you?" the boy with brown curls was next to Suluh.

Suddenly deftly, Sekar clasped Suluh's hand, freezing the action of the boy who had lost his mind. "Ten, we'd better take a look at your friend's condition."

The young man noticed the two beads of Sekar's eyes that were worried and a little frightened. When those men are suddenly savage. The torso raised its head, chose to obey Sekar and then stepped past those who were still staring cynically. Raise your legs from there and rush into the Cenderawasih disciple headquarters. At first they were not allowed to enter but when one of Suluh's friends, Savian, told him that he was the son of one school, Suluh and Sekar as soon as possible into.

"It's outrageous" chirped Savian who was in the corridor while pacing back and forth. "He doesn't have to go that way."

"How's Satia doing, Savian?" the word Suluh pitched misgivings.

"Still unconscious" said the red-haired child. "A strike right in the chest made him short of breath."

"You know, why would the referee let this go?" retali Suluh kebabu.

"So much worse, he was even let go," Savian then sat down, trying to reconcile the situation. "This is so wrong! I don't know what's inside the referee's head."

Shortly after they were chatting, an old-looking healer came out of the room, followed by the elders present approaching. Before stating Satia's condition, he pulled oxygen and then said softly, "For now we have managed to normalize Satia's breathing is not good, but she is still not awake."

"There is a pulse point on Satia's body that is still locked, blocked from blood circulation," continued the healer who wears all-white clothes explained in detail. "To recover it takes a relatively long time."

The ten who heard this did not accept, he then railed, "Teacher, why would they allow such a thing?"

Safiudin's teacher who was there turned his head, the water of his face was just like any other. Don't know knowing. "Ten, calm yourself. We'll look deeper than this."

"I ask you guys," now Guru Safiudin's voice was slightly hardened, intending to report something. "Don't do something that makes the name of Cenderawasih tarnished. Control your emotions from unwanted things. Does everyone understand?"

"Good, Teacher!" compact them there answer. But for Suluh himself, he still did not want to.

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