SATRIO.
CH 33

The audience began to discuss with curiosity. The sight of Biantara feeling like an idol artist on top of the arena made the surrounding sound even more crowded.

“What is this match deliberately set? Like a coincidence the young man from the court of the host smoothly drove to the main round!”

“I don't think, other than the opponent he can is indeed unable to match him .. The young man named Pandji has high luck!"

"Biantara probably won't be champion again this year! I don't like the character .. gayane, you know, Dab!" (The style sucks, Mas!)

"Yeah, I didn't place a bet for Bian this year either. And it looks like I will win a lot because the progress of Pandji's victory is in sight!"

"Not necessarily .. Biantara still has a chance to win!"

Noisy sounds could not be separated from the audience area which began to tense up.

Shaking on the floor because the impact of energy does not disturb those who are busy paying attention to their respective heroes.

Compared to all the spectators, the most unsettled was the teacher of Biantara.

Sitting next to Pandji's father, Uncle Candika several times looked up and said to us whether reading what, maybe a mantra.

The former disciple of Pandji's father could not keep his anxiety in check, his face implying a sense of worry and danger. Every now and then he glanced at Pandji's father who was seriously following his son's match.

"Mas Pandji turned violent as well hehehe ...," chirped Uncle Candika with a worried laugh.

Taking a quick glance at his former student, Pandji's father chimed in casually, "It's still too emotional, not good but not too bad!"

TRANGS!!! TRANGS!!! TRANGS!!!

The two swords met again giving rise to loud noises and air shock waves in the arena. A strong gust of wind hit Bian and tore off a bit of the clothes he was wearing.

Biantara's hands are numb, "Good heirloom, Abisatya!".

Bian inevitably had to admit that Pandji's two swords were not ordinary heirlooms. His short sword was also not an ordinary heirloom, unfortunately the quality was still below his opponent's black twin sword.

Pandji only raised both eyebrows, not responding to Bian's words. He focused on attacking with his slash and sabetage. Pandji would rather be able to cut Bian in two as soon as possible, about chatting in the arena he prefers to silence Biantara.

BAM!!!

Pandji's elbow slammed into Bian's chest. Pushed back a few steps, Bian quickly gained control.

One of his short swords used to fend off had to be given a defect, the metal fell near the referee. His clothes were getting torn in some places because of the very heavy wind.

Bian gritted his teeth, swearing in his heart.

This fucking kid! My sword almost broke because of it!

The next sabetan is no less sadistic, Pandji's ice-cold blue swords scratched Bian's face across from his left eyebrow to his right cheek.

Bian's handsome face let out fresh blood that dripped slowly on the arena floor.

Pandji turned his sword and increased the speed of movement, Bian who was unprepared with Pandji's attack again had to be injured in the right shoulder. The burning heat immediately flowed into the heart and almost knocked him unconscious.

With a cold face Pandji said softly, "You better admit defeat, Bian!"

"Don't dream, Bocil!" Bian darted, not straight towards Pandji, but round the arena of the match.

The seven body holes in his head let out a black fog that grew increasingly dense and spread throughout the arena.

Biantara looks like a shadow that flashes quickly around Pandji from a safe distance, before long the black fog that he released has filled the arena, submerging the bodies of Bian and Pandji in it.

Pandji focuses on Bian, his dark magic begins to work closing the audience's gaze. They would not know what was really going on in the gloomy arena from being shrouded in black fog.

Bian's standing body was overshadowed by a huge monster that was extremely terrifying behind him, making pandji have to look up a little if he wanted to see his ugly face.

The evil aura overflowed, where Bian's black magic hung in the air around, suppressing Pandji's aura and energy.

Eternal darkness comes to Pandji like a large crop of tendrils ready to twist and eat the thin body that is unfurling its two magic swords.

"The room! Asih! The show has really begun …."

"Sendiko dawuh, Mas Pandji!"

The long howling sound gripped inside the arena, the spectators were busy exerting energy in wanting to see in the fog, even though it was all in vain.

Only a few highly capable spiritual masters could see Biantara and Pandji fight in the darkness of the arena.

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