Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
24. Aggressions

The blazing aura the stronger it widened Savian's eyes. He could feel the great power residing in Raka's body, the child who was already in the Raga Level and above was certain to be able to feel that. Even with Prana being that strong, she might be able to destroy the arena and harm those who were enthusiastic about watching.

As a result, Savian's concentration deteriorated. His thoughts spread for the safety of the humans in the stands. A moment he turned his head and returned to Raka, the young man was then in front with a twinkle of an eye. Reflexes, Savian's hands were placed in front of his face before the hard blow he received. Bounced many times when it hit the mattress.

Deftly he managed to hold his body pace by stacking both feet and hands, holding it out of the area. He again tried to focus forward, facing Raka who seemed to have lost control. He was a little frightened to see Prana massively sticking out in various directions from inside the child's body, like beyond the capacity of an ordinary human.

"Why? Are you worried about them?" exclaimed Raka then cracked up. "You should be worried about your own situation!"

The golden-haired youth then darted quickly and gave a kick with the knee. However, Savian leaped his salto, passing Raka from above and just then their two eyes met. One was emanated by anger, one was hit by an anxiety rampage. Just as Savian's legs were treading the land, Raka made a detour that landed on both of Savian's hands, causing the man to be pushed back.

After that, they both tried to play attack after attack. Although Raka was in the phase of somehow, Savian could still compensate, giving a little reply. If it continues like this, Savian will be very overwhelmed. He had to utilize Prana this time to give room to breathe for a moment, recovering stamina that was gradually drained.

When Raka violently launched a palm strike, Savian avoided by bending over, maximizing the opportunity by giving a strong blow that Prana had been fed. He aimed right at Raka's stomach, with just a single blow, the man was slammed into a slam that could still be dispelled. Creating distance between them.

All the spectators were speechless, gawking in amazement at the skill of the semi-final contestant. Suluh felt that something was wrong this time, it was not supposed that this match continued, had to be stopped in order to avoid the unexpected. But he did not know at all that the rules of the arena itself said, anyone who has been unable to fight or deliberately give up, and the unconscious, that is the loser. As long as they could both fight, the competition still continued.

True, this tournament has no sense of pity at all.

Raja Reswara did not comment, looking more closely at the hero movements that accompanied King Mandala. Paying more attention to their facial water, scrutinizing every grimace in the face through the side she sits next to. All the time Reswara participated in this prestigious competition, he never saw such a free referee, no tightness on the part of the organizers. It was as if the contestants were left to perform an action that might even be able to kill each other.

"Your Highness, isn't this a bit of an exaggeration for the realm of children who are only a dozen years old?" said Mr. Reswara without turning his head, looking into the arena.

King Mandala did not respond, his guts also sounded strange as he said, "Didn't His Majesty want to see our children grow up to be the strongest?"

"What is it by making our children paralyzed and taking their lives?" sahut King Niskala with a slightly elevated tone.

"King Reswara need not worry," suddenly the hero who wears all-black fashion voiced. "We know that talented students are not easily defeated."

At this point, the situation slowly began to unfold. Normally the heroes would not dare to interfere in business, not have the authority or power to speak if not allowed. However, it is clear that the mysterious hero who is with Mandala is a little different. He was too outspoken and his attitude did not reflect the heroes in the least. King Reswara remained calm, as if he had already prepared something.

"Yes, I know," said Mr. Reswara who was suddenly approached by his wish, whispering something. "Therefore they entered this competition."

"However, this rule is not the same as before" said the man turned to Mandala and alternated. "Pupils should only maximize Prana in terms of immunity, not for anything else."

"More, I just got the information that your heroes can not be conducive and cooperative," continued King Reswara sneered. "Even some are very presumptuous to speak."

"Then, Niskala has no choice but to kick you out of here." The seriousness in King Reswara's intonation caused tension in that place.

For some reason, the mysterious figure even laughed out loud, breaking the silence created. The loud voice reached the arena, making all eyes directed including Savian and Raka. The hero stepped forward, right at the barrier then slowly opened the hood that was worn. The white hair was waving in the wind, looking up and down, watching the general public there.

"You're so funny, Reswara," a hoarse voice gripped that unusual in the ears of the Ruler of Niskala. "Last I met you when you were young."

"But look at you now," the hero turned around, revealing a face that looked grown up, with icy slices of gray color. "You even led Niskala with all this stupidity."

Lord Reswara could not find the right word, his tongue twitching. "You-you?"

"It's a pity that I wasn't here when you decided to invent these crap machines" the hero raved while raising his hand, opening his palm. "Now, I'll finish what I wanted to do that time."

Sparks of flames gradually appeared above his palm, the longer it got bigger and blazing. However, before the element changed its full blue color, the hero of Reswara hastily pestered it. The fire quickly dissipated, they dueled violently but the mysterious man did not need any effort to paralyze him. The figure's martial movement was truly extraordinary, it could instantly make a high-level hero collapse after receiving a blow.

When he was about to launch the fire again, he turned to Reswara who turned out that the man was darting right at him. As a result, a great explosion was carried out on an incredible scale. The sound was heard hundreds of meters from there. Caused a public panic in the stands that flocked out, saving themselves.

Savian and Raka are thwarted by each other, unable to digest what happened while delaying their fight. A torch quickly jumped into the area trying to pull his best friend out of there but something landed right in the middle of the arena fiercely. It causes dust and smoke that blinds the eyes and debris that is thrown in various directions.

Behind the silhouette, appeared the figure of King Reswara and two grandfathers who were right next to him. They were the Elders of Mustari and the Elders of Ardiyasa. Suddenly it astonished the two disciples of Cenderawasih, Savian and Suluh, who were lying on the mat. Right in front of them was a figure that was feared. When he saw the hero's face, he immediately had a headache. He returns to a nightmare he has long conquered.

"Go back as soon as you can!" shouted Elder Ardiyasa turned to his children.

"Ba-well, Teacher!" exclaim Savian and Suluh together. They rushed to run from there as well as Raka who tried to escape.

However, before he got too far he stepped and almost entered into the corridor of the stadium, Raka saw his teachers leaving just like that. Not paying attention at all. Busy to save himself. Raka who tried hard to make them realize that he was capable, that he was an outstanding student, and was proud to have him, did not pick him up or shout at him at all. Left like a bunch of trash that is not considered.

Suluh who realized that the child was no longer in the room was silent in place, unable to return. While the elders and Mr. Reswara prepare themselves against the dangerous hero. They knew very well who he was, a human who had printed an unforgettable history.

"It's my lucky day" he exclaimed with a big smile. "Master Mustari was even present to give a warm welcome."

While Mustari's grandfather squinted his eyes, the raucous voice said with emphasis, "Candra."

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