SATRIO.
CH 32

The last four matches passed by Pandji quickly, Pakde Noto even had to yawn because of Pandji's fight that was too short.

His opponent had not had time to take up arms when he crashed out of the arena on Pandji's first attack.

Pandji gawked, he only expended half his strength and waited for the short young man in front of him to attack. Too long, Pandji slashed his head fast.

When his opponent was busy dodging, Pandji's kick hit his chest and made the young man in front of him just throw.

Oops... I really didn't mean it, man!

Pandji smirked innocently because the match was stopped by the referee.

"Mas pandji, the annual tournament is a friendly match .. It is not permissible to injure an opponent let alone risk his life!" makde Noto exclaimed in panic as the young man who fell outside the arena did not move.

Pandji nodded in understanding, "I'm sorry, Pakde! I won't repeat it."

The medical team said there could be a rib fracture.

Pandji was a little shocked and felt somewhat guilty. He really did not expect that his opponent was not as strong as he had thought.

While Biantara advanced to the main round after defeating youth from Solo in a long time. The fight was tense and quite fierce.

The young man armed with a long spear was extremely agile when fighting Bian, his quick attack and his snaking movements made Biantara furious

Bian's two short swords had trouble fending off some puncture attacks from his opponent, although it could eventually knock him down, but Biantara also had to drain his power.

Compared to Pandji who is loaded with luck, Biantara entered the main round with hard work.

Bian can only curse in his heart, because after a tiring game he had to face a freshly fit Pandji.

That sneak was truly blessed, he was barely out of steam to make it to the main round. I'm sure the organizers have arranged the match so that the damn Pandji gets an easy opponent to beat!

Pandji smiled obliquely seeing Biantara end her fight in wet clothes due to a sweat bath, she pretended to kiss her teat as Bian looked at her furiously.

"Am I still fragrant?" ask Pandji to Mika.

Without sniffing, Mika answered flatly, "Just have Biantara come here and confirm it!"

Pandji chuckled, “Ok, now can I get a little snack? My mouth feels sour."

Shouldn't you think about what strategy you should use to face the monsters in Biantara's body?

From the start, he competed without using black magic power, it seemed like he would show it in the last match to face you!

I've felt a dark aura envelop this place, I'm worried about you!"

"I'm definitely fine .. and um, don't be too long when you talk. I'm afraid you have asthma!" pandji padar. He received the purple yam chips, chewed them without any mind burden and said slowly, "I have to relax and calm down before the match, Mika."

Pandji leaned back and closed his eyes while putting chips in his mouth, his ears not stopping to hear the whispers of the audience who were insolently placing bets for him.

"Mika .. can you place a bet for me?" pandji asked, holding out his wallet to Mika. "Just for motivation, you know I don't like losing money in vain?"

Angrily Mika receives Pandji's wallet and also his bag because Pandji's number has been called to immediately go to the arena, "This child …!"

Leisurely walking expressionlessly, Pandji climbed into the arena along with Biantara who was also riding from a different angle.

The protective dome layer sensed Pandji thicker than before,

Father must work hard so that the bad effects of the match do not hurt the audience later.

Two handsome youths stood face to face with frozen faces, Biantara who was a few years older than Pandji nodded briefly introducing herself. "Bian, Hargo Baratan's knight."

"Pandji .. Son of Ganendra."

Bian drew his two short swords and directly flowed them with magic mana. Take a safe distance from Pandji who is also prepared with his twin swords.

TRANGS!!!

The two swords clashed and the short rubbing gave off a loud, painful sound to the ears. Bian stared ferociously, the impact that had just occurred was enough to make his hand tremble.

He had already drained more than half of his profound strength to gauge Pandji's strength, but it seemed like the young man of his opponent was completely unaffected. His face remained cold and his eyes looked at Bian expressionlessly.

This little brat ... is really the most annoying kind!

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