SATRIO.
CH 29

Pandji did not follow the entire preliminary round of the middle class, once Raksa entered the next round after beating three opponents in a row, Pandji exited the match area and chose to sit casually in pendopo in court.

Vaporized several times, Pandji closed his eyes to rest his mind. He found some of Uncle Candika's disciples from Hargo Baratan had the same aura as Biantara. Although not as close as Bian's, but does not hide the impression of evil on its owner.

Exterminating the lowly demon army that entered the human body must have taken a lot of time, Pandji thought of meeting the Leader immediately.

I couldn't possibly ask Uncle Candika, but challenging her was also not a good idea considering she never broke the rules or did evil to me and my family.

Pandji was complicated by his thoughts, the unpleasant aura hanging in the air he felt was increasing. Maybe because many participants from the Bian knight began to enter the match area.

Before long a giant protective dome formed around the arena, Pandji felt safe. He was well acquainted with the energy that permeated the arena of the match was his father's.

The match was about to start, Pandji walked into the participant room and sat in the very back corner. Waiting for his turn to arrive, Pandji chose to sleep rather than observe the candidate who might be his opponent.

Not so sound Pandji heard the voice of the other participants speak, "Crazy .. The match only lasted less than three minutes, the young knight from the Hargo Baratan college deftly dropped the opponent."

"I think it's because of the keris of the navel," said another.

"No, I think the magic that runs through the heirloom that makes the energy double."

"Quite interesting, you know the previous duel was very boring. Ten wasted minutes of losing by giving up.'

Pandji opened his eyes slightly, glancing at the two youths who were conversing about the match. Reading the uniform worn by two spear-armed youths, Pandji frowned.

They come from a middle class that is quite famous, it is not impossible that one of them will be his opponent later.

A few matches passed quickly, the heroes of the great knight already got rid of their opponents easily in the preliminary round.

Pandji observed one match in progress.

The tall young man with a mocking, condescending smile and underestimated the short young man with a spear weapon in front of him.

Pakde Noto who served as referee of the preliminary round gave a warning that the match was started. The tall young man with a dagger weapon instantly lunged ferociously, not giving a pause to his death stab.

The short youth he underestimated was much more nimble, the science of lightening his body was not arguably bad. Even Pandji muttered flatly, "It only takes one attack from Mas Short to bring you down, Jangkung!"

Pakde Noto stopped the match and declared the Short as the winner and entitled to advance to the next round because it had defeated three knights including the tall young man.

Pandji stroked his chin as his number was called, he casually walked into the arena. Standing idly waiting for his opponent was also ready. Pakde Noto glanced at him briefly before giving a mark of the match starting.

Not wanting to play for long, Pandji instantly pulled out two swords from his back and drained mana magic. The sword held by Pandji's two hands emitted a red and blue light according to the two magic elements it flowed.

The young man in front of Pandji looked pale and trembling, unprepared for Pandji who was being serious. Pandji's warrior aura presses him mentally to the bottom.

"I gave up …!" The pale young man dropped the sword and raised both of his hands, then nodded in embarrassment at the referee.

"Eh …?" ask Pandji confused. He finally sheathed his sword as Pakde Noto announced his name as the winner. Pandji yawned widely and grumbled in his heart.

I need a little warm-up before meeting Bian, hopefully the next opponent doesn't give up before fighting!

Pandji still heard the young man being scolded by the patriarch while descending from the arena.

"What are you doing, girl? Give up before the fight?"

"Sorry, Teacher. But I feel stupid to have to fight that young man named Pandji, his aura is terrible!"

"At least you tried your skills a little, Wira!"

"I don't want to get hurt, Master. I know the limits of my abilities, winning is definitely impossible .. Severe injuries and possibly lifelong disabilities are certain!

Although it is forbidden to endanger the life of the opponent, but if I am unable to match him and there is an accident until death, it is not his fault at all. Isn't that so, Master?"

Pandji just scratched his head at the debate Master and disciple from Solo, he has not even done anything to be judged highly by the young man.

I think the opinion of the young man is too excessive, I just do not know will lose or win against him!

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