Namoras
Jhonroy went to Sensei

Ting.., ting.., ting...! The sound of a bell ringing indicates the fight will begin soon.

Now, in two arenas on one stage, Namora and Diaz both face their respective opponents.

The difference between Diaz and Namora is obvious. Namora looks very calm against her opponent, while Diaz is very aggressive.

Having arrived at this round, it was clear that their opponent was not an easy one. If it is easy to beat, it means they do not deserve to be in this semi-final.

Diaz who looked extremely aggressive repeatedly launched a streak of attacks towards his opponent. However, the opponent is also not a can. In fact, able to serve an aggressive game from Diaz.

Diaz's anger has been ignited. All the cards he put out to win this game. In fact, some dirty tricks also did not hesitate to show. What do you think he should worry about? Didn't Ardi take care of everything to make it to the final.

In addition to the teachers and spectators who saw clearly Diaz cheating, the judges and referees who led the match were as if blind to witness this cheating. If it is his opponent, then the referee will immediately give a reprimand. However, when Diaz hits the back of the opponent's body, and several times throws a kick towards the ******* opponent, the referee seems to be silent.

Namora instead did not glance and know what Diaz was doing. But he has no right to protest. What's more he's also facing a pretty tough opponent as well. In his heart he thought, if Diaz's opponent was able to hold on for another ten minutes, Diaz's stamina would be drained. And he would have no choice but to use the next dirty trick against him.

Actually, Namora could have ended this fight sooner. But he wanted to let Diaz go first. That way, there would be plenty of opportunities to provoke Diaz and tear her down mentally.

Brugh..! A loud slamming sound rang out from the ring next door.

Immediately the fight between Namora and her opponent stopped and looked towards the ring where Diaz and her opponent had fought.

Now, they both witnessed the cruelty of Diaz who slammed his opponent unconscious after hitting the back of the opponent's head.

The referee who saw this immediately declared that this victory belonged to Diaz.

The proud Diaz immediately raised a clenched hand. Then he gazed towards Namora, then made a slaughtered gesture towards her.

"Be prepared! I'm gonna kill you!" Diaz said before exiting the ring.

Namora is the same as before. At least his face was not expressing. The face is flat. There was no sense of fear, anger or ridicule. He just turned his face towards the opponent.

"Ready?" Ask Referee.

The two men clenched their fists, indicating that they were ready to fight back.

Now Namora doesn't want to waste any more time. As soon as the opponent attacked him, he immediately twisted, hugging the opponent's waist from behind, and, then take it by force so that the opponent's body was lifted then slammed towards the back with the back first hit the canvas.

When the two of them both fell, Namora hurriedly got up and was about to raise a fist. But it was void he did after the referee broke up.

After Namora was declared the winner, she immediately walked out of the ring and took off the stage towards her seat. But, before he arrived at his seat, he stopped in front of Diaz who was sitting, then made a slaughtered gesture towards Diaz, and said. "I'm going to kill you too. If you're not strong, you can give up and get on your knees. Maybe I'll consider saving your life,"

Diaz was very angry. He stands up, then attacks Namora. But Jol caught his wrist immediately, saying. "Resolve in the ring. If you feel capable, you have to be a little patient. There will be time!" Jol said as he threw Diaz's hand out of his hand.

Diaz growled furiously, then looked at Jol coldly. "After I've cleared Namora, you'll also be my next target" Diaz told Jol.

"Happy," Jol replied with a mocking smile.

*********

New village.

A 1942 Maserati class car unit entered the yard area in a building known as the Dojo building.

At present, some students who are practicing seem to stop their activities and equally pay attention to the arrival of the class car.

After stopping right in front of the Dojo, a man in his 30s was seen descending in a row, then opened the door in the passenger section.

Now, from inside the car, it is seen a man over fifty years old coming out with a haughty step while paying attention to the circumstances around him.

While throwing away his cigar butts, the old man waved his hand towards one of the disciples who had been practicing.

The student who received the message ran into the Dojo, then tapped on the special room in the building, tapped on it, saying, "Sensei..!"

There was a sound of reprimands being unhappy from the inside. "are you bothering me?"

"please forgive. There was someone from L city who wanted to meet with Sensei. He claimed his name was Jhonroy" replied the frightened student.

"Hmmm..," a muttering voice sounded from within. "Get the guy in, remember! You must be polite to him! Then, take him to the back room!" hearing the name of Jhonroy, he as the old generation must know the background of this Jhonroy. Although he was a master teacher, Jhonroy's power could level his Dojo with just one command. Therefore, he did not dare to rashly face the old wolf.

"I understand, Sensei!" The student answered, then ran outside again.

"Please, Master!" The disciple said as he came before John.

Jhonroy smiled as he nodded his head, then stepped into the Dojo accompanied by the disciple.

"Come here, sir!" The disciple said again to guide Jhonroy.

Jhonroy followed the direction indicated by the disciple.

Now, Jhonroy had arrived at the door of a room that was not too spacious. The room is decorated with various paintings depicting a series of karate moves. There is also Japanese calligraphy which is not understood by Jhonroy at all.

For a moment his eyes stopped like an old man who was currently struggling behind him. In front of the robed old man, there was a small altar on which appeared two swords of long and short size. Meanwhile, not far from the sword there is a place of the sword which is currently reflecting smoke scented with agarwood wood.

Having been content to pay attention to the surrounding area, Jhonroy turned his attention to the left, where there was a bed. The bed is ordinary. However, there was currently a young man lying dying on the bed. Every now and then, there was a coughing sound from the mouth of the young man who was lying down.

"Ehem..," Jhonroy cleared his throat once as a sign that he had arrived in the room.

After Jhonroy cleared his throat, the old man slowly turned his back, then looked at Jhonroy.

"A long time no see, Sensei?!" Jhonroy said with his distinctive smile that seemed very underestimating.

The old man immediately got up, paid the Japanese homage, then invited Jhonroy to sit down.

After Jhonroy sat down, the old man answered the words of John earlier. "Yes. It's been a long time. However, what wind brought the great Lord Jhonroy to my butute school?"

"Haha. Sensei.., Sensei. You're too low. But fine, I also don't want to make small talk, considering my time is also very limited,"

"Please!" Sensei took the teapot that had been struck on the fire stove, then poured the water and gave it to Jhonroy.

Jhonroy accepted the gift, then took a light sip.

"Hmmmmm. Japanese herbal tea. It is not an empty name. It's very delicious," praise Jhonroy sincerely.

"Great Lord Jhonroy. As you said earlier, that master's time is precious. What if we get to the point?!"

"Yes. I'll get to the point, too" said Jhonroy, throwing a photograph at the Sensei, and then saying, "is that kid wreaking havoc on your Dojo?"

The face of the old man called Sensei blackened as soon as he saw the photo that had been thrown by Jhonroy.

Utilizing Sensei's facial expression, Jhonroy again said. "If he is the one, we have the same enemy,"

Sensei stared straight at Jhonroy's eyeballs, as if he wanted to stab him with them. "What does that mean, great Lord Jhonroy?"

"You can answer honestly. Was it the person in the picture that caused your Dojo to fall apart, then injured some of your students?"

Sensei nodded slowly. Then grunt in annoyance. "Yes. This child is the one. Merely, right now my most talented disciple will take care of everything for me. Currently, my student has entered the final round of the pencak silat championship tournament held in the city of Dolok ginjang. Soon they will face. I don't need to win. To me, that child must die as his responsibility for what he has caused!"

Seriate...