ROMANCE AT THE END OF TIME
STEAL THE OPPONENT'S PATH

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The battle of the Black Bulls still continues. He tried to defeat Jembari Rangka with his moves. He won't give up just like that. As an assassin swordsman, he could not be underestimated just like that by his enemy.

His inner eyes tried to find the weak point of the enemy's movements. So that he can balance his opponent's movements.

Duakhs!. Duakhs!.

They hit each other, sometimes they give kick. The science of kadigjayaan is overlaid with inner energy, so it is not just an external physical wound. But also the deep wounds they felt. They suffered unusual injuries.

"That shit you're a crazy woman. You think you can mimic the moves I've learned over the years, huh?." Jembari Rarest with his regret pointed towards the Red Scarf. I won't let you steal my moves!."

"You're not the only one frozen, so it took years. I've seen twice that the style you play is not perfect at all. There's still a flaw."

"You don't have to insult me!. In that case, I will show you, how the power of my ultimate blood-scent-binding technique is!."

"You don't have to show me off!. Because I can also see the final level more broadly, than you have learned!."

"You can't forgive a rotten woman!."

"I don't need forgiveness from you. Because you're not a god or a god."

"You have indeed provoked my fury of a rotten woman!. I hope you don't scream for mercy at me later!."

"Black roses. Get rid of it first. Because of this style, it will gnaw your body slowly. So stay at a safe distance."

"But nine-."

"Listen to me speak black bats!."

"Be good here."

The Black Rose was very surprised to hear the loud snapping sound of the Red Scarf. He immediately got out of there, jumping up on the tree I was high in. Because he wanted to see that lwrtarun.

"So you know the impact of that style?. It's amazing that you guys are mercenary warriors, who are always on the lookout for any danger."

"You better not talk too much!. Because I'm sick of your babbling. You, I will surely perish."

"Well, if you're challenging. Your words are completely useless to me!."

The two had taken a pose from the opening of the blood-scenting binding stance. A move that requires deep energy, which not only uses nature, but siphons the blood of its opponent through the surrounding wind power. Gnawing at the opponent's body, so that the opponent's skin looks like it is being gnawed slowly, and finally peeling. That was the reason why the Scarf that sent the Black Bull went from there. It would be dangerous if the Black Rose was affected by that stance.

"The woman was great. Once twice look, but it can mimic the style I played perfectly." In the heart of Jembari Rare feel restless. Because Red Scarf is able to imitate its nurse. He began to be wary of the Red Scarf.

"Bad!. The moves he played, it felt so heavy for me to emulate." In the heart of Red Scarf also felt restless. "I'm sure, it's because it's the first time I've imitated a style that uses a lot of energy inside."

"Nini red scarf. I'll always keep an eye on you, but I'm sure you're a very strong woman." From his observation, the Red Shawl had difficulty confronting his enemy.

"No!. I can't just give up. I'll finish him off with his manager. And the sword?. I will soon use that sword. Because I can't stand it anymore." The Red Scarf pulled out the Pancasona Trimmer sword.

"God!. It turns out that it's not just a name, an assassin swordsman. It turns out you do have a dangerous sword as well."

"I won't be half-hearted in the face of my shock. I'll make sure you die with my sword. If you can't use your style. Then I'll put it all together." Red shawl plays the style of Blood scent binder.

Jembari Rare also played his manager. But he saw the Red Scarf playing that style a bit differently. But after that, he suddenly got an impromptu attack, making him surprised. Because his arm got a sword incision. An attack he was not aware of.

"God!. I told you already. If I'm going to play that style on a different level. You're deaf, you won't listen to what I say." The Red Scarf grinned behind the red veil that covered part of her face. But look at those eyes.

"My prey's hunting soul is boiling, the turmoil is killing me is boiling. My blood's too hot. I'll blow the hot clouds of the volcano. Pancasona Trimmer's Style."

"You really are a mad woman!."

Suddenly the courage of Jembari Rare disappeared instantly. His body seemed to be fixated, seeing those eyes blushing. As if to swallow it round and round, and what happens next is.

"Truly-really terrible. He cut off the man's neck mercilessly." The Black Rose who witnessed it felt goosebumps. Looking at the extremely fast movement, when the Red Scarf released the slash of the Pancasona Trimmer Sword.

The head of Jembari Rare was completely detached from his body. It is terrible for a woman's size. The Black Rose descended from above, it approached the Red Scarf carefully.

"Just good at talking!. So no need to show off in front of me, if the only moves you use are the first level." With a blank look, he looked at his bloodied hand. He managed to steal the blood-thinning style of the final level.

"Now?."

The Red Scarf turned its body, its eyes returning to normal. But after that, he slightly coughed up spewing fresh blood.

"Niwa." Black Betel was very surprised, he came closer to check on the state of the Red Scarf.

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Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace of Sendang Agung.

"Bff."

Prabu Praja Permana felt something pressing out of his stomach, until he vomited it. His eyes wide. See what's in his hand.

"blood?. Am I sick?. Why am I vomiting blood?. My body also hurts. What exactly happened to me?."

His heart was very anxious, he did not understand at all what was happening to him.

"Yes Allah. Live and die, I leave you, O God. Don't let the servant die in curiosity. Why do you suffer like this?. And also why do I always think of the nimas of the red scarf, if the situation of the servant is like this?. As if the servant was connected to him."

The prabu tried to wipe his blood. The Prabu was afraid, if his mother came in, to see her condition. "Nimas red scarf. I hope Nimas comes back soon. I hope Nimas's okay."

"Hamba will be back soon. I want to restore the situation before heading to the palace."

As if he could reply to what he said, the Prabu who had been sitting, spontaneously stood up in surprise. "Nimas red scarf. Is nimas hurt?. Tell me."

"Hamba is fine Gusti prabu. But I'm a little late returning to the palace."

"Come back quickly, I'm so worried about you. I'll treat you if you hurt Nimas."

"Thanks gusti prabu."

"Oh nimas red scarf."

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