Story of Mystery Story
The Soul of the Swordsman
The sun was shining, Prawira sat in the shade on the side of the road, her hands incessantly fanning her sweaty face with a leaf. It has been a year since he left his field to study silat, various adventures have been experienced, many figures have been faced. As a swordsman, he can never stand still to see evil or injustice in front of his eyes, must be immediately cracked down and crushed. His name is more famous now, people call him the Good Heart Warrior.
During the green jungle, Prawira increasingly full of intelligence, he met many smart people who were moved to reduce knowledge, the basis is indeed his talent is licked, he met a lot of smart people who are moved to lower knowledge, it was not difficult for him to absorb all the knowledge he was taught.
About nine months ago, he had faced an enemy who was really high in knowledge, how not high, Swordsman who nicknamed Wadak Wesi was really great. The black devil he faced at that time had a mainstay knowledge that was difficult to conquer, his body was immune to all weapons and blows. In the fight all the moves and blows have been issued, but the real enemy is amazing, none of his attacks are able to injure his immune body. Fortunately for Prawira, as long as his energy has not been drained, inspiration will not appear, no creature will be as thick as anything immune to his eyes, and it is proven, with the speed of movement and the deception, with the speed of movement and the deception, finally he managed to stab the enemy's eyes with his short trident spear so that it fell down and death took his life.
While fanning his face, from afar visible by the eyes of Prawira dust billowing, black dots in large numbers moving fast approaching. Once closer to clearly visible, a group of horsemen drove the horse in a hurry, approaching Prawira. Not wanting his body exposed to a torrent of dust, Prawira immediately woke up and jumped to the side.
Horses passed, dust filled the original place Prawira was, they continued to move north leaving the remnants of dust. Prawira returned to the side of the road under the tree, he saw the direction and the entourage rode, his sharp eyes had been able to see, the new troupe passed not from ordinary people, they were like himself from among the martial world. Where to? Full of curiosity Prawira flashed towards the direction the horse group was going.
By afternoon Prawira stopped his run, in front of the already beginning to see the settlement of residents, his pace rushed, until in the village of Prawira can see a house in front of which many horses moored, as soon as he approached. The house he was referring to was apparently a restaurant, seeing a considerable number of horses Prawira suspected the horses belonged to the entourage he followed.
True to Prawira's guess, in the dining house table and chairs are almost filled by visitors, some of whom are still known as horsemen who crossed the shelter earlier this afternoon, people who wore all kinds of clothes, and armed with weapons, people from the martial world. Prawira saw in the corner there were still empty tables and chairs, immediately he stepped foot, and took the empty place.
As soon as he sat down, a servant approached, "What message will you have?" ask the waiter.
"Bring me a serving of grilled fish" Pinta Prawira said.
"Drinking sir?"
"White water only" answered Prawira.
The waiter nodded, recorded Prawira's order and immediately went back to prepare the order.
The bustling atmosphere of the dining house is favorable for Prawira, because he can steal the hearing of anything that is spoken of, because indeed the purpose here is driven by curiosity of the intentions of the horse riders.
From the talk apparently they came from different universities, met on the way because they have the same purpose of this village. There is a competition that will take place tomorrow, a competition with a very tempting gift, a daughter of a rich man. Who can beat the bouncer in a silat fight, entitled to be a snail husband who is said to be beautiful in face.
Orders came, Prawira stopped the eavesdropping action, and focused on enjoying a dish that looks delicious inviting taste, especially indeed the stomach that had been rumbling from this afternoon had not been filled.
Night Prawira spent the night under a tree on the edge of the village, there was indeed one lodging house in the village, but the rooms were filled. Prawira gathered the wooden branches and turned them on, her eyes still not sleepy how comfortable the lying hands in front of the bonfire while looking at the sky decorated with stars.
Reluctantly bouncing, once packed where he studied silat, he was arguably quite clever, his teacher often also praised him. There is one memory that he continues to remember until now, namely his feelings for the grandson of the teacher. The larasati name, the girl who is very beautiful, her body is beautiful, her skin is white, and her long black hair is so smooth. Every time Larasati passed by, the smell of her body was really alluring, Prawira felt in love the first time. Pucuk loved ulampun arrived, Prawira's desire to edit Larasati seemed to be going forward, the teacher who saw her grandson had grown up to see she was the one who deserved to be her husband, the husband, blatantly the teacher revealed it to him, and asked him to seduce Larasati to get her heart. From that moment he tried to approach Larasati, although Larasati seemed to often avoid Prawira unyielding, he thought it could be a virgin, of course still shy.
But all dreams dashed in the middle of the road, Larasati who was thought innocent and innocent turned out not to fit the picture. A female servant who caught him, as long as the servants were about to keep the supplies in the midnight warehouse, she screamed hysterically, as she was waiting for him, caught Larasati playing with horses in the barn with the gardener who was twice her age. Angry, disappointed in the mixed feelings of his teacher at that time, but finally he just conveyed, all was destined, and finally the gardener and Larasati had to account for their actions, by holding a marriage.
Prawira's chest throbbed about the event, but he was a man, Prawira was sure that she would be the girl he deserved, the girl who was not only beautiful in appearance, but also her personal beauty. Maybe his luck is in the contest tomorrow, he is determined to see, if the princess of the warlock in accordance with the picture of the people in the house earlier, it would not hurt he tried to participate, who knows he can win the competition. Thinking up to that point, Prawira was able to shut down and fall asleep.
***
Wiloto's House was crowded from the morning, there was a large and sturdy stage in the courtyard of the house, people crowded in front of the stage, mixed among them, some came because they wanted to participate in the competition, there are also those who come just to see.
On the stage now stood several people, one person with a lush body and thick mustache of luxurious flaps, two large naked tall men with bahar root bracelets against their muscular ankles, and a thin-faced, half-old man with a slightly bent body.
Gunngg...!
The sound of a gong being struck rang out, the tyrannical-faced man advanced to the front of the action. Both of his hands raised up, gesturing for the audience to calm down.
"Greetings to those we respect!" open the tapered face while wrapping both hands together.
"It is our great joy at the presence of all the brethren, who certainly fulfilled the invitations of the competition that had been spread by our master Wiloto Scout. Let me Lawir represent our master to present a series of sentences to the brethren. As you know, our master Scout Wiloto was about to marry his daughter, but it is true that he was a busy man with all business matters, to the point of neglect to find a suitable match. And because Juragan Wiloto really appreciates the existence of smart people, and, therefore, the Wiloto Scout deigns to marry his daughter to anyone who can defeat the two heroes who are the mainstay of Mr. Wiloto, namely Blawor and Gotar.!"
Ki Lawir paused for a moment, he saw the audience in front of him, then he continued, "Blawor and Gotar are not just any young men, they are two brothers of the pastor of Mount Lawu, they are two brothers, for many years both have served our masters and have proven their loyalty. So for those gentlemen who want to take part in the competition, please go up on the stage alternately, can be empty-handed or armed, which obviously we do not want any killing, the rules, who loses, who, he is the one who came off the stage! Is it clear what rule I am saying!?"
The audience looked crowded, some were clapping, some were chattering.
"Sir, we were longing to take part in the competition, but until now we have not seen the princess who wants to be worshipped, we hope the host will be pleased to show the promised princess, until our hearts came after him" a voice rang out from the crowd. The crowd was getting louder, as if agreeing with what had just been said.
Ki Lawir again raised his hand, the audience spontaneously fell silent. Ki Lawir then turned to look at the tall man dressed in luxury. The fat man who was the Wiloto Scout nodded, and took a step forward. "Gentlemen from the eight directions, you can understand the intentions of the hearts of the gentlemen, I as the host certainly do not want to disappoint the hearts of the gentlemen, gentlemen, well I will call my ugly daughter for a quick ride to the stage." After saying the hand of Juragan Wiloto waved.
The gunnggg!
The gong sounds are heard. Slowly from under the stage came three body figures, three beautiful girls, but really very beautiful. As soon as they were on stage again Juragan Wiloto said, "Here are the gentlemen, our daughter with her two ladies, Diah Katmila her name, I hope her performance does not disappoint the gentlemen."
So beautiful Diah Katmila, her clear eyes looked so beautiful, her skin was smooth white, her shiny black hair was neatly bun, plus her slim body that was beautifully notched, so tempting the desire of a normal man. The audience under the power to issue a decadence of admiration, a man who has aged too it feels like also now to complain of fate, get the beautiful girl who is good apparently.
Gunngg!
"Okay gentlemen, the sun is already a road, so for that I declare the competition begins," opened Mr. Wiloto. He and his entourage immediately left the stage, leaving behind Blawor and Gotar.
Blawor and Gotar are twins, both of whom have large tall statures, thick whiskers habituate their faces, standing with their feet firmly on the stage, shrinking the guts of a mediocre-headed swordsman to test their guts. What distinguishes them from their appearance is only, if Blawor ties his long hair, while Gotar let his hair not be tied.
Some time waiting, flashed one body figure onto the stage. A man in blue now stood arrogantly, a huge machete was in his grasp.
Get him to the audience, "Include me, my name is Kumolo, the martial world is calling me the Golok Kilat, let me be the first to try the cleverness of Mr. Blawor and Gotar."
The people who were present, some of them who felt clever under the Glock Lightning so undo his intention to follow the competition.
Finished saying the Golok Maut again faced with Blawor and Gotar, he joked, replied by his two prospective opponents. Kumolo immediately put up the horses, then his body darted off in a series of attacks.
Blawor and Gotar were ready, they immediately dodged Kumolo's attack, then turned around to attack. The two of them were one college, and it had long been shoulder to shoulder to face. Their movements filled each other, if Blawor attacked the top, Gotar attacked the bottom of Kumolo, of course, as a result of the hassles for Kumolo, he had to jump back and forth to avoid the attacks of his two enemies who berubi. Feeling desperate he escaped the machete, and returned to advance. But it is great that these two heroes of Juragan Wiloto, even though Kumolo has played his famous science of cleaver, Bawor and Gotar are able to urge the Kumolo, until one day one Bawor kick could not be avoided Kumolo.
The duess!
Kumolo's body was thrown off the stage. Cheers rang out from the visitors, praising the exciting fight just now.
Kumolo rose from the fall, and with his lips bleeding, his wound was not severe, but he had lost, without a sound he immediately flashed leaving the arena.
That is, several other figures tried to advance, but not one who managed to defeat Blawor and Gotar, until finally the middle of the day the game was stopped temporarily, they took a break to fill the stomach, and cool the sweat, and finally the game was stopped, especially for Blawor and Gotar.
The atmosphere of the luncheon house, talking about the results of the competition that has not been discovered who the winner, the greatness of Blawor and Gotar made many warriors give up before competing, especially after a dozen high-headed warriors had tried, he said, but failed..
Prawira did not enjoy eating, from the morning he followed the match at the home of Juragan Wiloto, saw the beautiful face of Diah Katmila, not willing to feel if the beautiful girl fell into the arms of another man, he said, especially if it turns out that the man is a warrior from the black class, but to appear on the stage Prawira felt not the time. When will someone else first? Ah, I don't know.
***
After lunch time, the competition was opened again, starting with a gong sound.
The gunnggg!
Some of the heroes returned to the show, but raw in the hands of Blawor and Gotar, the combination of the two silat science has not been matched. After a middle-aged male swordsman was thrown out, jumping onto the stage a handsome young man on stage, his clothes perlente, in his right hand with a fan. He introduced himself as Kilan, nicknamed the Dragon Conqueror Fan, the audience under many whispering, who did not know the Dragon Conqueror Fan, who was not familiar with the Dragon Conqueror Fan, a white-faced figure who for many years his name loomed in the martial world, but his weakness was one, could not bear to see beautiful women.
Blawor and Gotar apparently knew who they were dealing with, this time both preceded the attack, no kidding, their attacks were tight and strong. Kilan laughed softly, his fan swept, his body bouncy, his body so quickly stretched forward to compensate for the attacks of Blawor and Gotar. Not playing the great silat Kilan movement, the two masters Wiloto bak toyed, Kilan's body flashed to and fro between the attacks of both.
Feeling superior to his bare hands, Blawor and Gotar for the first time pulled out a weapon, a black dagger that was half a spear in length. Both weapons are mustika weapons, they rarely take out unless facing a heavy opponent.
Cheers rang out from the audience, Kilan had won the competition.
On the stage Kilan smiled as he put his hands on his chest, from under the stage Ki Lawir rose. He greeted Kilan congratulating him. Then raise Kilan's hand up to the audience, "Brothers, we have now got the winner of this competition, Mr. Kilan aka The Dragon Conqueror Fan who has the right to invite our master's daughter!'
"Wait!"
One scream echoed, a flash flashed a figure on the stage, an almost bald old man bare-chested wearing only black pants komprang standing on stage.
"The race is not finished!" his yell.
"With one hand I was able to throw two people who he said were good at the south sea, I was the one who deserved to edit the beautiful princess Wiloto, ha. ha. ha. ha!" he continued, followed by laughter.
Ki Lawir goes, "Great master, according to the rules, who has defeated our champion he is the one who won the competition.."
"I was able ten times to defeat your two claws!" grit the old man.
"But this master has gone first, won the contest of masters.."
"Then he's my opponent! If he succeeds in defeating me, I'll admit him as the winner of the competition!"
Seeing that the wave was not good, Ki Lawir immediately gestured to Blawor and Gotar. Seeing the signal, the two immediately jumped to the stage about to neigh. But the old man seemed to be in accordance with his words, with one flutter, the two heroes of the Wiloto Scouts were thrown back down, rolled over, this time unable to get back up, fainted.
Kilan waved at Ki Lawir asking him to pull over, "Master, really look at your hand, if you may know, who is your noble master?" he asked politely to the old man.
"Hee.. have a custom also you young, but I will not break my intention to edit the beautiful princess! You heard! The martial world decades ago called me Palapak Halilintar! You hear!?"
The people present were silent, who was not familiar with this one character, the black faction who decades ago was unfortunate to cross without opponents, he said, one of the devil dedengkot that can not be measured the height of his knowledge, very sadistic and violent, because famous often finish off his opponents mercilessly.
Kilan was surprised to find out his opponent, soon he arranged the best two-horse to face the opponent. Seeing that Kilan was already preparing the Thunderclap that had the real name of Ki Waru double laughed, "Julah!" then shouted.
Kilan flashed, only the shadow of his blue clothes was visible, the top moves and blows were immediately thrown, he did not want the enemy to rule his position.
Halilintar site is not famous for no reason, hundreds of big enemies have been faced, of the hundreds of fights none have managed to defeat him, if for decades he was pulled away from the crowded world because he was bored, he said, but now his earthly lust reappears, when he comes out at that moment he hears about the competition, an opportunity to test knowledge and vent his maleness.
Ki Waru's body moved, his hand played the motion of the Thunderbolt style covered by the Thunderbolt, around his body splashed a lightning sting that shields. Kilan was surprised to see the science shown by Ki Waru, then he shook his hand, that was the Beu Sliced Punch, an invisible wind blow but can tear the body of the enemy who was hit.
Drr!
Ki Waru's body trembled, the impact of the lightning shield and the punch Kilan threw made a rattling sound. Ki Waru's hand opened, Kilan's punch shattered, seeing the enemy unaffected by his punch, Kilan twisted his body, jumped and hit his feet down, that's the motion of Godam God Killing the Earth, the rock as hard as anything must have been crushed by the impact of the foot that has been covered with the study. Knowing the ferocity of Ki Waru's punch jumped, hit Kilan's feet hit the stage, causing a tremendous explosion, an opening with billowing smoke created afterwards.
The two returned face to face, Ki Waru raised his hand, the atmosphere naturally dimmed, from Ki Waru's hand came sparks of lightning, the longer the stronger, his lips smiled mockingly, "I worship your ass if you can withstand my blow this young man" he said.
Kilan was flabbergasted, the punch that Ki Waru was about to throw was very fierce, the lightning sparks that clumped in both hands were very strong, even from where he stood, he felt like he was stung by the skin of his body. Although unsure of being able to withstand, Kilan abstained from stepping back, immediately he chanted a punch, that was his most reliable blow to the Storm Stripping Mount.
Ki Waru still smiled looking down on the opponent's punch, then knocked his hands forward, a dazzling white snira swoop with a thumping bang darted towards Kilan. Across from Kilanpun jerked his hand, a line of wind that with a roaring voice roared towards the enemy's blow.
Bledarr!
A loud ear-splitting sound was heard, accompanied by the screams of Kilan, his body was thrown backward like a dry leaf, his mainstay punch was unable to withstand the punch of Halilintar Ki Waru who had matured.His body crashed to the ground in a blistering redden. The Swordsman of the Dragon Conqueror Fan must lay down his life on the Ground of the Thunder.
"Ha ha ha ha....!" Ki Waru laughed widely, satisfied he saw his enemy scorched akiabt blow. Both of his hands crossed above the waist, "Ha ha ha ha... Comeing! Who would dare to go forward! Don't say I'm unfair, even though now I'm the winner may not like to go forward! I don't hesitate to twist his head! Ha ha ha ha...!" ki Waru's loud laughter followed.
All who witnessed the greatness of Ki Waru mana dare to complain of knowledge, except to take their lives, except one person, yes, originally he wanted to undo his intention after knowing who won the battle of the swordsman of the white faction of the Dragon Conquering Fan, but after the appearance of the evil old man who claimed to be nicknamed The Palm of Thunder his heart became hot, but after the appearance of the evil old man who claimed to be nicknamed The Ground, he did not want a cruel man like that who challenged the beautiful Diah Katmila, then he just jumped forward.
All eyes looked towards the Officer, since among them there were many who already knew the existence of the Officer as a visitor of the competition, so that, but suspect that the young man in simple clothes will dare to come forward to take part in the dream they feel will not experience it.
Prawira joked before Ki Waru, "Old man, let me try my little science."
Ki Waru looked up at Prawira's presence, no one at all expected to dare challenge him after the enormity of the knowledge he showed, but again he laughed and said, "Young fool! Your death will be in vain! But I'm afraid of your courage, ha ha ha ha...!" He then snorted, "Tell me your name before your life escaped from your body!?"
"I was born Prawira."
"Good! Be prepared to accept your death Prawira!"
As soon as they faced each other, Ki Waru tried to investigate, a simple young man dared to challenge him, whatever he relied on, what he relied on, surely even though it looks simple young man in front of him is armed with knowledge that is not under the Dragon Conquering Fan he thought. Not wanting to linger immediately he sprinkled his body with lightning studies, lightning sparks circling his thin body.
They fought with excitement, each side tried to take down the opponent, the head of the audience who had the science of responsibility felt overwhelmed watching the fight so quickly.
Until the dozens of moves apparently they are both evenly matched, Ki Waru jumped away he was annoyed with the fact the opponent he faced was really tough. Immediately back he raised his hand, prepared the Thunderbolt Punch that had taken the life of the Dragon Conquering Fan, his mouth again smiled mockingly.
Knowing the greatness of the science of the opponent, Prawira immediately prepared one of his mainstay blows, blows that had never even been issued so ferocious, a blow that only some time ago obtained from the teacher on his way, The Angel Without a Body, the Punch of the Catastrophe Chain.
Clangs!
A metal-like sound was heard when his two hands were smashed, and out of nowhere it came, a chain suddenly appeared from Prawira's right and left, that was the magical chain, once the Catastrophe Chain was taken out, it will not leave before the enemy's life is taken, but this enemy is not playing games, because it takes the life of a crime ringleader like Ki Waru for Prawira when it is a must.
Ki Waru glanced at the appearance of a pair of magical chains, this new one faced such a strange blow, his hand shook holding the chain that began to circle his body, but what a shame, the chain was like having a giant power, a giant, unaffected by his lightning sting, in an instant his body was already entangled. Ki Waru's hand stiffened withstanding the chain's rate, lightning sparks ejected from his pair of hands.
Glarrs!
Boisterous explosions rang out, magical chains shone down by lightning sparks, but amazingly the pair of chains continued to accelerate, twisting Ki Waru's thin body tightly, Ki Waru's eyes glared in disbelief at the reality he faced.
Crews!
There was the sound of bones crumbling wrapped in chains, Ki Waru's body convulsing, from his head billowing white smoke. Before long the chains that wrapped around his body loosened and then disappeared, back to the magical realm, while Ki Waru's body, collapsed to the ground with crushed bones, his life was not helped.
Prawira pulled the hand that was originally held in front, he saw the corpse of Ki Waru who was lying in front, too bad a high-headed person who misused his knowledge.
All who watched silence were silent, as hypnotized by the outcome of an unexpected fight, such a great fight.
Plok! Plok Plok's!
The sound of claps resuscitated all, Mr. Wiloto was now on stage, was the one who clapped just now. Seeing Mr. Wiloto clap his hands, everyone in attendance finally clapped their hands with a roar.
After a long moment of applause, Mr. Wiloto raised his hand, "Please calm down gentlemen! Thank goodness today, the competition that has been going on despite being disturbed by the presence of a rioter, but managed to overcome, and of course, the rioter, I as the host give my deepest thanks to the young master who has managed to restore the situation so as to create peace.." Juragan Wiloto approached Prawira who was still silent, greeted his hands and hugged his body, then raised the young man's hand high.
"And I say, the one who deserves to win this competition is Prawira!" continued.
His statement was again greeted with a standing ovation, as if all the audience agreed, Prawirah who deserved to edit Juragan Wiloto's daughter, was handsome, powerful, and a humble young man as well.
Prawira did not know what to do, he just repeatedly nodded and smiled, while in his chest flowered, there was a kind of happiness he felt.
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