Namoras
Namora Sadism

The two men faced each other with their respective horses that at any time could attack and defend.

From the look of the eyes of the first brother, it was seen that he did not dare to underestimate the opponent who was in front of him. After all, the two brash guests had subverted twelve green belt disciples, and a black belt disciple without letting out a single sweat.

From here you can judge that Namora and Jol's martial arts levels are at the fourth level of the nine levels of the black belt. If he takes it lightly on the opponent, it is likely that he will be humiliated in front of other students.

Seeing that the first sister was so serious, Namora who could not guess the look on her face began to straighten her body. He circled around the first brother with a cold look.

"You're taking me too seriously. Are you scared?" Namora began to mentally attack the opponent provocatively.

"Why? Have you changed your mind? Kneel down and smash your head on the ground seven times, then say your words of regret! Maybe I'll be kind enough to let you go with one broken leg,"

"It's scary" said Namora. For a wayward child like himself, it was better to die than to bang his head on the ground.

"Namorah. You have to pay for what you did to me. I told my father. Soon she'll be here, "Rudi has no intention of letting Namora go. After all, he was the son of a wealthy person who was quite influential in the new village. In fact, Mr. Camat was in his father's control.

"Are you not your grandfather you called here? If you can call your father, I can also call my Uncle," Namora hinted to first brother not to attack first. Then he reached into his pocket to pull out the phone, after that..,

"Uncle. I'm in trouble at the new village dojo. If Uncle doesn't come, I'll burn this new village Dojo!"

Finished sending a voice message, he immediately looked towards the first brother, then gestured for their fight to just start.

"Hard-headed" said the first brother who was followed up with a straight kick.

"Don't give him any distance, Namora. Against karate must use a lockup from close range!" Jol warns Namora not to give any space to her opponent.

Actually, that was also what Namora had in mind. After all, he was a martial artist with pencak silat. Close combat with sturdy horses as well as locking strength was his forte. Once locked by the nurse, do not expect to get off easily.

As soon as the first brother's kick passed just a little from the end of his hair, Namora immediately docked, then stabbed two fingers of his hand towards the man's thigh. As a result, the man felt some veins on his thigh like sprains. And it's really not delicious. What else is his standing position now is not profitable. If Namora had kicked her left leg just a little, she would have been knocked down.

Feeling the pain from Namora's finger prick, the first brother directly smacked his hand down very hard, he intended to dispel Namora's hand. However, Namora took advantage of the hard blow by slapping the man's hand with a slight push. As a result, the hand hit the bottom of its own navel.

A heart-wrenching shrill scream sounded from the mouth of the first brother.

As soon as his hand was patched by Namora so that it attacked his own antiques, he roared, twitching on the ground while covering his pocket with both hands.

Sweat began to wet his forehead, which signified that the taste really wanted to kill him.

"You...,"

Those were the only words that first brother was capable of saying. The rest, he just groaned in pain.

Diaz froze staring at the scene. He had no idea that Namora could do something that he himself would not be able to do.

He started thinking about not going to the tournament. It's just, it's getting stymied. If he withdraws, for sure he will be the subject of ridicule from people who think he is very great and can easily win tomorrow's game.

"Tomorrow your turn, Diaz!" Threatening Namora pointed towards Diaz. Then, it was good that he was sitting on the body of the first brother who was still struggling to endure the pain.

Namora glanced at Rudi. He then asked, "is your father still a long time? I'm hungry!"

It didn't take long, it appeared that about five cars entered the Dojo's yard and stopped right near those who were fighting earlier.

Rudi and Diaz are seen smiling mockingly towards Namora. Their faces began to show courage, because they knew that the one who came was Ganjang, Rudi's father.

"You'll get the payback, Namora. I'll make sure that your leg breaks. And I'm gonna break your ribs, like you broke my ribs!"

Namora and Jol did not have time to return Rudi's words just now. Because, now he looked from the direction of the car, began to come out more than ten men with sturdy bodies, with one of them having a tall posture. And the tall man was none other than Ganjang, Rudi's father.

As soon as it arrived in front of them, suddenly the tall man stared furiously at Namora. Then he asked Rudi. "Did this kid cause all this?"

Rudi who felt half his life return, immediately replied. "Yes, Dad. There was no problem whatsoever, suddenly these two people came and beat up the disciples in this Dojo. Look at! Even the first brother was made injured by him,"

Hearing the reply from his son, Ganjang immediately turned his body facing towards Namora. After that, he immediately snorted. "What's the matter between you and my son? Why did you beat my son to injury?"

"Long grudge," Namora replied indifferently.

"Old revenge? I don't wanna know. If you dare to beat a Ganjang child, you have a double life. Now you choose yourself. Will my men break your legs, or will you break them yourself?"

Ganjang gave a signal to his men. Then, one of them threw the baseball bat right at Namora's toe.

"Do it! Because, if I did it myself, you probably wouldn't see the sunrise tomorrow!"

Namora bowed her body, then took the baseball bat. But what Ganjang did not expect was, Namora instead moved quickly towards Rudi, then..,

Plaque!

"Yes....!" Rudi shouted while holding his head which had now been covered in blood.

This quick incident made Ganjang unable to think well. How did he know it was going to happen like this. And this Namora, for him is very cold-blooded.

Meanwhile, Namora did not show any expression at all. In fact, he touched Rudi's bloody head, poked a little blood with the tip of his index finger, then licked the blood.

"You, old man. Shouldn't interfere in children's affairs. This is what you want. Aye right?"

Ganjang's consciousness gradually recovered from his shock earlier. Now he feels very angry.

Not caring that he was a parent about to beat up the children, he immediately stepped closer to Namora with the intention of hitting her.

He no longer cared if Namora could survive or die. For him, his son's suffering must be paid to the full by Namora. However, Ganjang steps stopped when from the outside, it looks like a row of black BMW cars glided smoothly into the Dojo's yard. If calculated, the number of newly arrived vehicles amounted to more than 10 units, which makes the parking area in the Dojo now look crowded.

"Want to beat me to death? In a moment I want to see what kind of courage you have" Namora sneered at Ganjang.

He clearly knew that the group was Ameng's entourage with his men.

Seriate...