Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
23. Hatred and Ambition

In a room with luxurious nuances accompanied by expensive objects, there is a woman sitting on the edge of the mattress. She is seen wearing a nightgown with a very thin cloth, styling her golden hair draped to the right of the neck. Shimmering jewelry was still attached there, along with a bluish-colored pendant emitting rays from the reflection of the lantern.

Shortly thereafter, arrived adult men do not wear tops at all who wear batik patterned sarongs with a sprinkling of gold. The man occasionally squeaked his head, the gray brown hair was messy due to the action he did, drinking the liquid that had been provided on the nightstand. Also sitting next to the woman trying to calm down, her left hand gently stroked the area of the male's shoulder.

"What's up, sister?" the maharani's voice sounded soft, worried about her husband's sour face. "I see you've been worrying a lot lately."

The man was silent and did not immediately reply. Take a deep breath before exclaiming, "How not, sister. I felt that Indrayana was doing something behind my senses."

"Why would you think that?" now the woman approached Mr. Reswara's face with great anxiety.

"It's still vague, but the feeling continues to rage in my heart," said the man turned to his wife who looked beautiful. "When the competition, I was a little weird with one of the heroes that was trailing the Mandala."

"She tries to look mysterious, always immersing the look with the hood she wears," Reswara lapsed as she fumbled a thick, whitened cuss. "I know they're up to something."

"Sir, what kind of fear do you mean?" now Empress Niskala is trying to cover the head of the country. "Don't Mr Mandala have signed a deal with his own blood?"

King Reswara did not speak, choosing to be silent let his wife named Indraswari continue, "He will not betray while in Niskala."

The man still did not give any sign of retaliating, continuing to duck surfing in his mind. He occasionally turned his head back, chanting a smile that tried not to make the situation even more heated up. "You're right, maybe I'm being too careful."

The glare of the sad eyes then passed to Empress Indraswari's pendant, saying something, "But when conditions suddenly turn around, get out and flee from the palace."

"The people will always be loyal to you" exclaimed the man as he stroked the necklace worn by Indraswari. "Let's not lose this legacy."

"Sir, what are you saying?" as a result of the sentence uttered by the Ruler of Niskala, he was increasingly wary.

"If we have plenty of time, sister" the grown man replied in a soft tone. "For the enemy has long acted in our ignorance."

The dark night passed so quickly, the competition became more lively because the Red Turuwara candidate could not be defeated. Already several rounds have passed, Raka has always been able to crush students from other schools. Even Himdal who yearns to contribute to this competition, must be willing to accept defeat against Raka.

The semifinal has arrived. The participants this time again came from the dominating Cenderawasih. While Tuturawa Merah only left Raka who from the beginning memapah school name alone. With this greatness, no wonder he could be in the round even though according to most of the Cenderawasih fans, Raka cheating by utilizing Prana elements against those who have not been able to maximize.

Raka's opponent this time is Savian, a talented young man who is agile and deft. Statistics speak that Savian benefited because Raka often appeared hasty and inefficient. Savian is the opposite. The child has been noted to be able to read attacks, find weak points more accurately than most contestants, and is skilled at quickly defeating enemies.

However, Raka there are referees who always defend, being on their side. Rumors circulated quickly that there was a conspiracy between the Kingdom of Indrayana and the Red Turuwara Padepokan. Because, the competition held in Cenderawasih was due to the proposal of the empire itself. Moreover, small villages in the Cenderawasih area began to spread unknown heroes who claimed to be messengers of the palace. Growing an insecure feeling.

After all, it's all just an assumption. But Sabrina joined them, accompanying Sekar and Suluh, who refused to leave the city. Suluh insisted on watching the competition because the one who appeared was his close friend, there was no way he was on vacation when Savian tried hard to achieve victory. Due to the decision, Mr. Arnadi delayed his departure and chose the evening.

The atmosphere around the arena was getting more crowded than usual, more enthusiastic and excited. This may be the expected chapter. Between Raka and Savian, two talented disciples with extraordinary abilities. Equally able to utilize Prana into the destructive realm, equivalent in terms of strength. I can't wait how big they can get out. One of the disciples with natural talent who was able to be at the Raga Level with an extremely young age.

"Available?" the referee exclaimed as he alternately turned to look at Raka and Savian, making horses. "Start!"

This time Raka did not rush into an attack like before, she was more cautious. The two of them stepped around, glancing eyes concentrated on each other. Satia on the one hand, not as worried as Raka, she was still in a peaceful state. Looking at all the possibilities that the child will launch. This is the key as Sulah has said, predicting the move precisely and accurately. As long as he thought that, Raka darted out suddenly, never making Savian a mist.

Raka's speed was undoubtedly, but Savian was on a different level. When the blow was struck a few inches from Savian's face, he was able to evade it by simply tilting his head. Already prepared a raw bogeman directed to the stomach, executed smoothly and no significant obstacles. The raka that received the attack certainly bounced, must be able to withstand the balance of the body when landing.

When he returned to Savian, the red-haired man made a combination raid. Starting from the attack on the chest with both palms, turning the body then swinging the right hand that had been anticipated by Raka before. However, this is not very useful, because the two hands crossed in front of Raka's face collapsed when Savian swung from below, destroying the child's defense.

Not stopping there, Savian continued to bombard the action with a powerful kick that again forced Raka to slam. He hurriedly got up, noticing Savian who had already jumped right at him with incredible speed. Raka quickly dodged, the Savian power that landed on the mat inflicted terrible damage to the point of causing a huge crack.

This time Raka was given a breath to digest and plan the action to be done. Behind the chaos of the tabun was imprinted a male silhouette, the appearance of Savian had made Raka a little frightened. But it even scored a cynical smile, his spirit burning suddenly. Gelora achieve the victory is more thrilling but that is what makes Raka more savage. The fuel of anger is slowly filling up, reinforcing ambition.

Sulah slightly jerked when he felt the aura coming back from the Raka tribe, not least Savian who was right in front of the child. He sensed that something was inside Raka's body, something extremely terrifying. The presence of the golden-haired child is already very dangerous if he can not control emotions, acting according to the destructive lust around.

"I'm impressed" exclaimed Raka who was still standing there with both legs wide open. "I don't see any gaps at all to be able to launch my technique."

"Therefore you have no choice but to utilize the Prana element, don't you?" sahut Savian approached cautiously.

"This competition determines who is the strongest among us," Raka flashed a wide smile, looking terrifying. "And I think those who can't accept Prana are trash."

"How can you not be able to accept Prana when they are always around us?" raka's pretext with an increasingly loud voice. "For me, such a human being is useless and very embarrassing!"

"I'm sick of weak humans!" he then chuckled, as if laughing at something. "True, a weak human being who is always oppressed and can't do anything."

"Then in times like these, I won't back down. Will not bend the knees. This is proof that I am not a weak human like them!"

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