Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
36. Choices

The woman tried to claw Sihan's hand which was still suffocating so violently, not occasionally subsiding or releasing. Until Savira begins to weaken, the hands and feet do not move at all, and both irises are getting gloomy. His pink lips gradually turned bluish and then I blurred without speaking, open stiffly. Consciousness eroded, all fading but the pain in his neck somehow ended, launching an inhalation system.

Before he fully dived into the subconscious, he had seen that Sihan was struck by something extremely powerful, bouncing a few meters away. The man wore a rattan hat and dressed all in black, none other than Suluh himself. Sihan who was thrown hurriedly woke up with a wrathful expression, shocked by the attack of the boy. However, when he looked at Suluh deeper, something caused Sihan to instantly become silent.

Somehow the child in front of him this time emits a Prana that is so massive, extraordinary essence that makes Sihan swallow saliva many times. His opponent this time was not an ordinary human but a trained human with above average Prana abilities. But with arrogance, he smiled cynically and then stood up straight to show off his body's strength, trying to scare Suluh who did not even care about the slightest item.

"Who are you, boy?" sihan shouted frowning. "How dare you interfere in my business!"

Reed quickly examined Savira, she was still breathing but her condition was very critical. The young man then opened the reddish-colored herb and inserted the liquid into Savira's lips which turned blue. Suluh turned his head, centered on Sihan who had prepared himself to fight.

All residents scattered indeterminate directions, coloring the surrounding environment with noise. Not to mention the heroes who ran to and fro trying to secure the situation, hunting down the delinquents. Reed without any worries at all, making the horses and straightening both hands, ready to fight.

"You're mute, aren't you?" exclaim Sihan stepped closer, seeing the stocky body that contained many traces of slices that made ordinary humans run without thinking twice. "Who are you and what does that bitch mean to you?"

The young man who heard the sentence squinted his eyes, that coarse language only meant one thing. Prostitution is still rampant allowed by some areas, spread quickly in the corners of the city. During the two years that Niskala was under Ganendra's auspices, many of the women were improperly and more degenerate, ending up as slaves. Slaves who have no dignity and dignity, are free to be "enjoyed" if they have property rights at a material ransom.

"Only man I am willing to sacrifice his life" said Suluh immediately running as fast as lightning towards Sihan.

The brawny man with a thick bewok was stunned almost to jump, that incredible speed was barely visible to the eye. Unable to predict the attack, Sihan intelligently struck the ground with all his might causing the floors to crack to shudder. The flakes that were below lifted up, destroying everything around. Tearing down plants and people running around. No exception Sulah who lost momentum, had to stop in the middle of the crack because of losing balance.

However, when Suluh was blinded by the smoke shock that resulted from Sihan's strength, the young man realized that the delinquent was nowhere to be found. He tried to look deeply, the shadow under Suluh somehow grew bigger and bigger. The premonition forced Suluh to look up, greeted by Sihan's already fiery large body about to hit back.

When it hits land, this time the resulting destructive power is more dangerous than ever. The area of cracks to tear apart the fountain and several houses, attracting all eyes that happened to pass by. Especially the ones who just arrived. The commotion was suddenly silent, made silent about the frightening strength of Sihan who was standing back. The silhouette gradually blushed, smiling widely glancing at the heroes who gathered courage.

"Damn, isn't that Sihan? The head of the Simitar Skull's delinquent?"

One of them roared, some began to step back knowing that they could not stop him. They begin to lose confidence, taken over by doubt. Sihan's criminal record is well known throughout Niskala, carrying the flag of the Skull of Simitar to bark at will. However, no one had been able to capture or imprison, being defeated alone was already extremely difficult. Sweat pouring profusely found Sihan fully geared towards them, the heroes who had an obligation to quell ignorance.

"At the right time, I've been very excited to kill you!"

Sihan's body somehow emitted a vapor, heating up instantly. Every step taken, his weight seemed to rise drastically to make the floor crack. Running right towards those who are frozen do not know what to do. Accept misfortune. Shortly before Sihan jumped with a bogeman hand, he received a piece of Reed that shot from next door, landing right on his unworthy face.

As a result of the attack the burly man bounced several meters to penetrate a store, leaving the heroes unnerved. Sulah did not stop there, he ran after Sihan who also came out with a body that was getting different. Changed thinner and more veined, like stronger but simultaneously eroded. The smoke coming out of his body did not stop in the air, adding to his gripping aura as well as ferocity. However, Suluh who was indifferent to it, without burden and doubt advanced did not stop at all.

But unexpectedly, the young man easily resisted and even missed Sihan's attack. The movement of the Suluh hand that felt flowing with the rhythm was the key to his salvation, the hereditary flagship technique of Guru Madiarta. As a result, Sihan several times did not hit the target and hit the ground, causing damage that scattered the area.

This great opportunity was used by Suluh to counterattack, launching a very strong combination attack to make Sihan retreat a few steps, looking in pain. In between it, Suluh gave an upward impact that made Sihan glide through the air, briefly spewing reddish liquid. With incredible speed, the black-haired youngster was already right in front of Sihan, finishing off with a spectacular palm strike. Sending that delinquent down hit the floor as hard as he could.

The area that was originally a garden looks beautiful, now formless and only looks damaged with flying dust; chaotic. All fell silent while holding his head behind both hands from the incoming dust, gradually checking. There only Sihan was helpless, not struggling or giving signs of life. While Suluh has disappeared somewhere along with the existence of Savira, leaving the delinquent in the hands of the hero.

Before they just checked Sihan closer, the man then moved suddenly, trying to stand with a crumbling body. With the instant the heroes unsheathed their daggers, his hands trembled when he found Sihan with a large, stocky body rising from the slump. But strangely, he smiled even though blood was seeping from his mouth, wiping the liquid and laughing.

"Fuck you .. I almost died!"

At the edge of the flow of water that sounded crowded filled the ears, there were two people who were sprawled and the others were busy concocting medicines. The woman was wrapped in gauze in a certain area, bruised on the face of the sweet pot now compressed a piece of cloth. Under the shady trees they managed to escape, hiding in the middle of nowhere as long as it was spared from the hustle and bustle of chaos. The torso of that moment only felt that his mind was clouded, struggling with each other.

At first he was not willing to interfere with their affairs, deciding to go back to looking for Sekar and family. When she saw that Savira was battered like that, her heart was tapped to help. Although he had been at odds with his original goal, he simply could not ignore the brutal situation that befell known people. Feeling guilty for leaving Intan and Alan alone.

Currently Suluh making herbs concocted by Sekar himself, the man was given the appropriate procedures and concrete. No one can miss even one step because it is potentially poisoning. Such necessary materials are not as easy to find, specific are found in certain areas in the Bentala hemisphere. It just so happened that Sekar kindly gave a lot of spices needed to the parents of Suluh.

When all was over, Suluh approached Savira and sat down next to him. Quiet for a moment when tracing the face of the unconscious woman, could not bear if you had to leave alone. With caution and tenderness, Suluh slightly raised Savira's head then stuffed the blackish liquid into her mouth, briefly pouring out a sour expression. This drug is known to be effective in restoring all kinds of physical injuries, providing energy and immunity.

Mentari over time began to shift to the west while lowering the temperature of the light. The sky began to turn purple orange, the sound of sparks sounding faintly blazing amidst swallowing firewood. The torch appears to burn the food that has been skewered, closer to the burning coals little by little. At that time, the rivers began to soften, the chirping of birds began to fall asleep, and Savira's groaning was a proof of his consciousness.

The woman awoke with glare eyes, aware that she was out of nowhere. Just how many seconds of searching around, Savira knew that the man was a recognizable human being. Exclaiming softly still in a weakened state, "Su-Sen?"

The man turned his head, a little jolted but a moment later gave a warm smile. "What a coincidence, I've prepared dinner."

"How am I here? Why are we in a place like this?"

"I'll tell you as you eat and rest."

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