SATRIO.
CH 141S

Pandji's father and Mas Gun are again involved in a fierce fight. Loud explosions often occur when two energies collide, the wind is blown in all directions from the heirloom fights they do.

Still relying on the twin dragon trident which incidentally once belonged to Pakde Karman, Pandji's father continues to urge Mas Gun in a defensive position. The serious fight went on for a while without anyone getting hurt.

Pandji's father could not be said to be superior because in a desperate condition, Mas Gun is still able to save his limbs that became the target of his trident.

"Even you are shamelessly using my father's heirloom," said Mas Gun in a disgusted tone, his heart was torn to the sight of the heirloom that once gave glory to his ancestors was now in the hands of the person he wanted to kill the most.

“You can snatch it from me, Old Man!” Pandji's father lightly answered while swinging his trident towards Mas Gun's head. One deadly attack.

The old man jumped back and dodged in time so Pandji's father's heirloom slashed at the empty spot. Mas Gun lengsung codes his three friends to take turns attacking while he rearranges his breath and energy.

The empty-handed attacks of the youngest psychics contain energy in height, giving a considerable shockwave as Pandji's father parrying with his bloodied palms. Two forces in a short clash then both are pushed back together.

As a result, Pandji's father's entire hand was pierced by thousands of hot needles and the blood from the existing wounds flowed more profusely. His balance was slightly shaky and his footrest did not form standby horses.

"That's a reply to my three friends!" The youngest paranormal spoke while hunting Pandji's father with follow-up attacks, eroding the distance and pressing quickly.

The combination of attacks alternately carried out by three psychics makes Pandji's father impatient while surviving. He had already lost a lot of blood and the pain started to attack his arm which had a fierce open wound.

Pandji's father was completely not given a chance to breathe let alone take a healing capsule, he was surrounded and urged continuously with deadly attacks. Every organ of Pandji's father's body was hit hard, his chest was throbbing and he was now fighting his hardest not to spill blood from his mouth.

BLARS!!!

Trident twin dragons Daddy Pandji hit hard a thin keris belonging to a black-skinned psychic called by the name of Ki Tomo. The keris broke into two equal parts and the owner was thrown several meters away without being able to get up again.

Ki Tomo fell on his back and did not stop vomiting blood, the energy pressure that entered his body broke the blood vessels and severed the nerves. In just a few minutes Ki Tomo had convulsed and entered a phase of loss of consciousness. Ready to take life.

Seeing the situation slightly slack, Pandji's father jumped back to catch his breath. Pandji's father's feet also shook while supporting the body, the flow of mana in his body was chaotic and a great pain whack the head. The eyes began to blur as one of Pandji's Father's hands took two high-level healing capsules and swallowed them with a tense expression.

It took about a minute for Pandji's father to regain control. His breathing began to regularize and his arm wound no longer spilled blood, his body condition improved and his vision stabilized again.

"I should thank you, Diajeng! Your concoction can really be an emergency savior" Pandji's father murmured to himself. He suddenly smiled wryly considering his beautiful wife.

While Mas Gun is busy with Ki Tomo's body, Pandji's father is on standby and returns to hunt down two psychics who are also narrowing their distance. They exchanged attacks again seriously until some time is quite long.

"My intuition's getting worse!" old paranormal whispers to his friend. With the rest of his strength he lunged first looking for Pandji's father's careless gap.

The three-man fight is almost a draw, but Pandji's father gets a golden chance to stab the old paranormal's belly which moves dodge too late. The three-bladed twin dragon trident pierced through his back.

"Maybe the bad feeling is death" Pandji's father said in a cold voice.

"Armrgghhh …!" The old body of the paranormal was limp when the sharp trident was forcibly removed. Pandji's father's foot kicked the prick until the old paranormal body fell down and stopped moving instantly.

"Baji .. ngan!" The youngest paranormal angry roar greeted Pandji's father with one wide slash. The dragon trident again asked for life, blood rushing from the paranormal neck veins that broke due to missteps when attacking.

The stocky body thudded smelling the ground, convulsing for a moment then silent for eternity leaving a rancid smell around it. Pandji's father looked at the scene with an expression of pity.

“A heartless fucking asshole!” mas Gun's swearing follows his dagger's sharp movements towards Pandji's father's heart. The dense aura of the killer overflows from a body dominated by anger and sadness.

Pandji's father raised his shoulders and smiled wryly, "It's not my fault!"

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