SATRIO.
CH 30

Pandji grinned to see his family's supporters, Father and Mother sitting with Raksa and Gia, while Mika, Ratna and Atika sat on the edge of a row of seats in the back. Elok who was sitting with his family also looked at Pandji without blinking.

Most of the eyes that were present watching the match were also on Pandji, the reason for that must have been almost the same. Pandji has no name and never participated in the tournament, his presence as a newcomer with a big aura so the gossip is very interesting among teachers in the court.

After resting for five minutes, Pandji again stood in the arena to fight the next young man. The 25-year-old dark-skinned youth with spear weapons was already waiting for him with a grim face.

Not wanting to attract attention like the first match, Pandji only drew one of his twin swords. Pandji whispered to himself, "What if we take him down in ten strikes, Damar?"

Pandji heard Damar Jati speak in his mind, 'Mas Pandji underestimated me too!'

"I need a sport, Damar!" hiss Pandji restrained.

'What if five strikes, Mom? Faster is better, right?'

Well Damar, I'll make it a little dramatic for the audience to be happy.

"Start …." Pakde Noto's voice echoed in the arena. All eyes were focused on the arena of the match, some were holding their breath, many were impromptu commentators. There are also those who secretly make bets.

The dark-skinned youth ran around Pandji first, looking for a crack to stab at him quickly. The sound of his spear roaring broke the air as it snatched and spun.

Pandji watched closely the young man's movements, the spear that suddenly pierced towards his heart was parried with his black sword.

KLANG!!! BLARS!!!

The sound of metal clashing and the explosion of energy in shaking the arena, Pandji swiftly hit the hand of his rival youth with the handle of a sword while staggered, the young man shook his hand until his spear fell.

At the same speed, Pandji again struck the hilt of his sword at the nape of the young man who was just about to pick up his spear. The sound of a falling thump rang out loud as the young man's body faintly kissed the floor.

It's too fast, Damar! I haven't sweated .. and it's not as dramatic as I'd like!

Damar delivered his defense in Pandji's mind, ‘Against Mas Pandji is too weak, this is not a balanced match! It would be boring if it takes too long!’

Instead of being happy, Pandji gnashed his molars when declared victorious. He got down from the arena and rested bored while waiting for his number to be called again.

Several matches passed, pair after pair of young knights ascended to the arena to fight martial arts. Not all matches are interesting enough to watch, there are tense there are also quite relaxed and there is a terrible end.

Pandji's name was again called to enter the arena, his opponent this time armed youth two celurit from the court Hargo Baratan. Biantara's college friend, named Arya, is only 21 years old.

The black magic user is forbidden!

No longer hesitant Pandji drew his two black swords and stood tough with both hands beside the body, his sword almost touching the floor.

Arya stood leaning forward with both hands continuously moving across, making slashes with her crescent-shaped heirloom.

A stream of mana began to fill the air around the arena, a pitch-black and evil energy enveloped Arya who was grinning towards Pandji.

"You'll end up here, Pandji! I won't give you a chance to advance to the main round" said Arya full of sarcasm and confidence.

Pandji stared flatly and raised his head, "After insulting me, I don't know why I can't guarantee that you'll be okay when you get off this arena."

Arya's emotions overflowed, her face flushed red and in a quick motion she had already attacked Pandji brutally.

The sound of metal clashing made the audience tense and anxious, "It seems dangerous if we look too closely!"

"No! There's a protective dome that keeps us safe in the audience seats."

BLARS!!!

The two celurits that were holding off the black sword slash of Pandji were cut into two pieces,

Pandji aimed his golden black-handled sword slightly pierced into Arya's upper left chest. The Asih Jati heat energy that entered Arya's body spontaneously burned the supernatural beings residing there.

Arya collapsed unconscious, her mouth and nose giving off a black liquid that smelled very fishy.

“What Pandji won, Pakde?” pandji asked flatly, while Pakde Noto was still gasping with Aryan's black blood still continuing to flow out filled the floor around his head.

The medical team immediately lifted Arya's body after Pandji was declared victorious.

Sorry man, that was Asih Jati that burned your apprenticeship, not me!

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