Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
28. Devotionally

The view of Asarania is not because. A metropolitan city with technology and industrial superior to the other four kingdoms is now just a memory. Her beauty and luxury were lost, replaced by doom and destruction. Air balloons in the air collapsed on the houses below, flattening the building with an unusually frightening explosion. In the stadium was buried with corpses scattered, not least the figure of a man with a lush body with luxurious clothing that striking the eye. The leader of Indrayana and the Emperor of Bentala, Mandala, is no longer alive.

Around the kunarpa lay King Reswara with a blank look at space. The clothes worn were torn everywhere, on his right hand was a dagger that was split in two pieces. Fresh blood seeped out from the ruffled lips, occasionally coughing lamenting the state of the defeated self. Unable to fight back. However, in between her last breaths, a beautiful pigeon landed right next to her. A fleeting smile printed on the face was not because of the king, the right moment gave a message of his failure. Apologizing if he can't come back.

After giving a letter, the dove was without being told to flap its wings, leaving the honored man alone waiting for his death to come. Slowly close your eyes until you finally fall asleep forever. While the bird that flew across the blazing flames beneath it, the fight between teacher and disciple was still not over ravaging everything. The combination of alternating movements between the Elders of Mustari and Ardiyasa gave a bad time for Candra who was overwhelmed, she had to retreat without stopping to launch the element of the Natural Level.

Normally, natural elements converted into elements require unusual Prana from within the body. Unlike Mandraguna Levels which require raw energy, emitting only a small amount of an element requires unusual time and concentration. However, Candra just as if without effort means when removing the fires, even the quantity and quality is extraordinary. Never once did he take a break to gather energy or look exhausted. Prana in the tribe can be ascertained beyond human capacity.

The fierce duel of Elders Mustari and Candra colored the gloomy night, witnessed by the moon and bright stars glittering. The old man's movements were very fast regardless of his old physical state, Candra with a serious gaze could still withstand all of the attacks. In fact, he had given the right backlash about Elders Mustari, replaced by Elders Ardiyasa who also helped try to stop.

"It's getting more and more exciting" said Candra glued the corners of her lips cynically. "I've never felt this excited."

"You shouldn't have to go back" said Elder Ardiyasa who held Candra's hands together. "Your mood is over. There's no place for you here."

"Is that true, Old Man?" The man chuckled in small laughter at the sentence that was thrown from grandfather in front of him. "Then why don't you die?"

He quickly gave a kick, then with the push of both hands a fast-flowing fireball that had not been rejected by the grandfather with the dangling beard. Suddenly the hot element burned his body, as soon as possible he tore off his white clothes and freed from the default. But he did not know that as long as he did the action, Candra was right in front and then gave a powerful bogeman who threw the Elder Ardiyasa until finally hit the building there, barging inside.

"The level of Mandraguna turned out to be not too bad," Candra clapped her suddenly steaming hands. "But the fire element is still very mema-"

Not finished Candra finish the sentence, fast lesatan out of nowhere right anchored in the male body. The elder Mustari deftly gave off a combination of deadly techniques, Candra who tried to retaliate just in vain, smashing into the air. The attack resulted in the gray-haired child in pain, blood spewing from his mouth. Until finally, the right hand of Elder Mustari was right in one inch of Candra's stomach. Once a blow to the eye, Candra bounced violently at a speed that could penetrate the terraced houses there. Instantly crack the ground of the footing and the area around the elder.

Candra just stopped at a house with a very strong concrete, landing lethargic on the ground. He tried to stand up but the body felt heavily moved, making him chuckle slowly. Mustari's grandfather was already there, not too far away from him carefully approaching when the man was already sitting on the spot. Down deep.

"Your greatness does not fade at all, Master Mustari," exclaimed Candra rising with great effort. "But I won't be defeated by you."

"You only understand the book of the Sun and the prophecy," continued the man who revealed his face, both gray eyes piercing the elder's bead. "But I've read the Universe's scroll in a different way."

"Universe Scrolls?" The Elders gasped in shock, not believing what Candra said. "Impossible! The myth is buried and unrecognizable!"

Candra laughed out loud with a gripping tone of voice, her head looking up helplessly holding back the joke. Until it subsided, he said, "Older like you who spends time just inside the Cenderawasih Padepokan won't know anything out there!"

"My choice was very appropriate when deciding to get out of your weak upbringing!" Suddenly something came out from within Candra's body, forming a reddish aura that flared up until it caused a strong wind around. "And obtained a power impossible to obtain from you!"

The rays around the man's body suddenly dissipated, with incredible speed darting in front of Mustari. However, just as he was about to dismiss the attack, Candra's unreasonably faded and translucent body, almost like a mere shadow. He did not know that Candra's real body was already behind him, willing to give a welcome.

"This?" When Elder Mustari came to his senses and turned to the man, he received an upward bogeman, slammed into the air.

He tried to balance the body when he was on top, landing smoothly on the roof of the house with his red tinkles. Followed by Candra who jumped right in front. The two silhouettes were fighting fiercely, witnessed by the crescent moon that was right in the background. Below them were dyed by the flames that spread through the city, adding to the nuances of grief as well as ironic. The teacher and the student try to stab each other, ignoring the past that was once intertwined without any problems.

Candra again made use of techniques that manipulated speed. The elder Mustari frowned, concentrating with his strengthened instincts. Candra tries to make an attack from the front which Mustari can again read, simultaneously Candra is behind the grandfather. Such a move will not work a second time. The elder Mustari, unbeknownst to Candra, gave a precise shot to him, touching the body wrapped in black cloth.

But Mustari's grandfather mispredicted. Both are shadows of the boy's speed. Candra's real body turned out to be in front of the elder, landing a continuous smash upwards. Each attack bounced Mustari's grandfather to the point of forming a constellation, piercing through the clouds and continuing upward. That invisible speed made the elder critical, imbued with a hard bogeman down as a suffix.

Because of this energy, Elder Mustari collapsed into buildings and landed rough in the front yard of the school. Mustari's grandfather's appearance was really chaotic and heartbreaking, the difficulty of standing up or just moving his hands. He was paralyzed, changing position to the face of the face trying hard to crawl. However, the rapidly descending Candra caused a thunderous boom right before Elder Mustari, shrouded in dust until it was finally seen.

"Ah, this place has not changed at all, Padepokan Cenderawasih."

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