SURO BLEDEK
Ch. 35 Bending Sword

The participant who became Suro's opponent was the main student of a branch college of an island east of the javadwipa.

The name of the college is in accordance with his mainstay science, namely the College of Flexural Sword.

The man, Made Pasek, is about two decades old. He was taller than Suro but no more than half a inch long.

Suro entered as the main disciple not many college elders knew about it. Moreover, those who were as high as disciples would certainly not know him. Because it is a direct recommendation from the head of the college, namely the Sword God. He was registered in the selection as the main disciple of the Sword God himself. That's why he represents the central college.

This is why they never heard his name. Neither the branch nor the center disciples knew him.

Precisely there is a strange thing about a group of people not from the college people from the beginning to shout the name Suro. It seems they know the man so closely. Because that is how they are encouraged to provide support. The number of those who were close to a hundred people was not a small number. Because the number of spectators surrounding the battle arena was no more than eight thousand.

They are all a group of people who look choppy with the style of dress does not show like a resident. They were screaming while dancing with movements that look inconsequential.

"Suros! Suro! Suro! Suro.... uyeee!"

The sword god who saw Kolo weling's behavior from earlier made him have to start massaging his forehead which was suddenly dizzy.

After being given a sign of the start of the fight by the referee, immediately Made Pasek pulled out his sword which was still coiled on his waist. Because the sword is unique can be used as a belt.

The bending sword attack struck towards Suro in a single breath. The bending sword hit was deflected with a sword sheath that had been grasped earlier while his legs receded two steps. I don't know why the sword he had been holding together with the sheath had not been removed.

Made Pasek who saw his attack deflected so easily immediately pursued the existence of Suro. Like having a mind of his own the sword took a right turn chasing the direction of Suro who dodged the slash of the flexible sword.

Suro who had not expected his movements to be pursued by the tip of the sword immediately the tip of his index finger struck the blade firmly. A kind of benchmark that uses the tip of his index finger is the Blow Grasshopper Style. The course was taught by Eyang Sindurogo at the beginning of learning canoegan science.

The blade of the sword that in one blink of an eye would immediately pierce his heart with a benchmark from one tip of his finger had been bounced in the opposite direction.

Made was surprised to see the way Suro fended off his sword style which was known to be the hardest to feel by opponents. Now it is only enough to use one finger. He did not expect his gaping sword style to be served half-heartedly.

Even up to that second Suro had not yet pulled out his sword blade. The sword held by Suro was the sword that Eyang Sindurogo had given him.

Made immediately slapped his sword so fiercely. It was like a sword dance. The sword style that came from his college, combined with the style of a thousand flaps of sword wings. People who witnessed Made's movements must have been amazed by the beauty of his movements. Even though the dance is so deadly.

Suro who looked enthusiastic saw the sword dance. As if unaware of the danger behind the attack.

"The senior sword dance is awesome and beautiful. Unfortunately this style is less mature in combining the elements of both styles."

Made Pasek who heard the words of Suro as if ignited emotions. How not in a state of battle instead he was taught by children yesterday afternoon who had not straight peed. His teeth were cracking with anger.

The sword god who heard Suro's words chuckled. The swordsman's ability was indeed very admirable in the distance of dozens of spears he could still catch Suro's voice.

Sri Maharaja Wasumurti also had his eyes fixed on the reaction of the Sword God who laughed to himself. Then told to the king of kalingga but he did not understand the funny element where.

The Sword God was actually laughing at his innocence. Suro's act is actually good at trying to tell the weakness of the opponent's style. But this was not a practice fight but really a fight that could result in fatal injuries.

Although the sword god laughed at the boy's innocence. But in his heart he admired the understanding of swordsmanship he had. In some ways he has seen the shortcomings of the opponent.

"Close your mouth and take out your sword!"

"It doesn't seem like senior. As I said senior style is not yet mature."

Suro is still trying to explain to Made Pasek. But the reaction obtained was an even greater onslaught hit towards Suro.

Suro several times dodged and parried with his sword sheath. Sometimes only with the tip of his index finger to chase away the end of the sword that turns. Even the change in direction of the bending sword moved very quickly and suddenly. The sword continued to chase trying to stick its sharp edge.

The movement of the slashing sword will then suddenly turn to hunt his opponent who dodged, certainly not a careless move let alone combined with the Sword God technique.

"Eat this tip of the sword if you say you're not ripe!"

Made Pasek's attack increasingly aggressively invaded Suro's body. There was not even a single counterattack that Suro had launched. The thing he did was just kink, dodge and fend off.

So easily the attack Made Pasek avoided by Suro makes him even more frustrated. But not with the spectators watching the fight. The laymen who saw as if Suro was unable to provide resistance and were very frightened against the bending sword attacks that were so intense.

The audience began to cheer laughing at Suro. Seeing his mistress denounced by the other spectators Kolo weling wrath he immediately made a yel-yel with a louder shout until his throat felt hoarse.

"If senior doesn't believe even I can destroy this stance in just one move. Too many weaknesses of your style."

"Destroy this sassy mouth!"

Made Pasek immediately chased after Suro slashing Suro's body quickly. The bending sword movement was sometimes as if a whip jolted and hit towards Suro so hard and fast.

Then Suro receded five steps back quickly. Even Made was surprised by Suro's rapid movements. Before Made Pasek came back to pursue him. Seeing Suro pull out his sword he was so wary that his steps came to a halt.

Made Pasek hesitates to go after Suro. He wondered what his opponent was doing. Because instead of attacking he actually demonstrated the style of a thousand flaps of sword wings.

Seeing the style demonstration shown by Suro made Made Pasek stunned. Not only Made Pasek even the students from the central University were amazed to see the movement of the moves shown by Suro.

The elders were also overwhelmed by the ability of the boy who wanted to directly raise the Sword God into an elder. They now understood why the Sword God was so insistent with his opinion. Even the Sword God was also amazed by Suro's ability which increased so rapidly.

The prowess of Suro's sword that was so fast and purposeful looked so perfect. The movement of the skill shown by Suro, as if he had seen it for the first time. Made Pasek did not expect the ability of the little boy who became his opponent. It was as if he was fighting with his teacher.

Now he realized the remark said earlier was not a mockery but really the advice of a swordsman. But he had no idea how such a big boy could have such a high understanding of swords.

"About like that senior. The sword moves that senior used were so many weaknesses and were extremely dangerous if used to attack an opponent whose comprehension was higher."

"This is not your time for training! If you want to discuss sword style, this is not the place! You are here to fight! And you're a kid! Here you don't talk pretentious about swordsmanship! This is Heaven Sword College! The dwelling place of the Sword God! Swordsman Number one in the sky!" The eyes of the referee glared at Suro so wide.

The referee of the fight was one of the elders as well. Seeing from earlier Suro instead of trying to defeat his enemy instead taught him to make his mouth more itchy to spray it.

Suro who got a blow could only grin and start scratching his head.

But not with what the Sword God did who saw Suro's behavior increasingly chuckled. He had not expected the mind of that disciple of Eyang Sindurogo to be so innocent at once so terrifying with his sword comprehension being so high at such a young age.

An achievement that even others are hard to beat. Making him then wonder for himself where did Eyang Sindurogo get such a talented disciple.

Even he who was summoned as a genius in the Heaven's Volition Sword School and obtained the title of the number one Swordsman in the Eastern Continent, took a long time.

***

"I admit defeat!" Made Pasek's words stopped the referee who continued to meddle in the surro with his eyes bulging. Suro who was treated like that only smiled small and sometimes scowled while scratching his hair to see the eyes of the referee who seemed to want to be dislodged.

"Thank you senior!" Suro then raided Made Pasek.

"Wait for senior as a sign of my gratitude, I will present a more perfect stance than senior has learned. Please senior wait until the selection of this elder is over I will definitely give this stance."

Made pasek who will come out of the arena back turned his body. Hearing Suro's words seemed to be in disbelief. I wish it was just a joke.

The boy who is much younger than him will give a more perfect style of creation than the composition of the style that has been created by the branch elder and his teacher. Of course it's an impossible thing

But seeing Suro's so serious and reassuring gaze again reminded the style that Suro had shown him. He did not deny that he looked more perfect than his teacher. Finally he nodded slowly.

"Well, I'll thank you if it's the style that you'll give more perfect."

Suro then smiled looking at Made Pasek as if he could not believe what he had just heard.

The referee who heard the word suro grew glaring.

"What other joke is this?"

Suro who heard the referee's words only scratched his head and before returning to the podium he jutted first towards the referee.

The sword god who was able to catch their words grew even more laughing to the point. Makes Maharaja Wasumurti more confused with the behavior of the swordsman who is said to be the greatest in the entire Eastern Continent.

"It looks like his knowledge has made his soul a little disturbed!" The Inner King Kalingga.

The Sword God was more and more amazed by the surprises that Suro had shown him. Only by looking at the moves that have been shown before by Made Pasek he has been able to make a more perfect style.

But he was sure that Suro's words were not a joke. Because he also created the greatest sword style he had ever seen. The slash of a million swords was a skill that was even capable of surpassing the ultimate in the Sword God book.

With the statement Made pasek then the fourth session fight won Suro bledek.

**

After the fourth session was won by Suro, the next session was waiting. The referee immediately called the next participant.

"Rithisak somnang against Basudeva"

This fifth session was Rithisak Somnang against a candidate from the Central College. He was one of the few candidates the central sect had.

The candidates immediately descended into the arena. Rithisak somnang who crossed paths with Suro who will sit back. With bulging eyes he signaled towards Suro one of his fingers was moved towards his neck as if slicing the neck. His mouth grinned like a lion about to pounce on its victim.

Suro this time did not show any reaction just to walk straight. Even the smile he used to give was not flirted with his lips.

Rithisak somnang was treated by Suro as if nothing necessarily increased inflamed. Even so, he was actually amazed when he saw the ability of Suro who was demonstrating the style in the middle of the arena before. But he did not get out of his mind, why Suro continued to avoid the attacks of Made Pasek. Because it makes Rithisak unable to know the true combat capabilities of Suro.

Suro's ability when demonstrating the style makes all flabbergasted, therefore he is also determined to make all amazed at the ability he has.

When the referee had given the start of the fight, Rithisak immediately attacked Basudewa. The attack carried out by Rithisak was not something that could be considered trivial, because every slash was covered with the power of fire changes, so that each attack was accompanied by heat.

The specialty of the sword techniques that came from the Fire Fox Sword School, was their ability to fuse fire changing techniques into his swordsmanship.

With the more incessant Rithisak Somnang attacked Basudewa, the surrounding temperature also rose. His sword agitation had now turned into a blazing hot sword blade. Sparks of sparks scattered along with the pounding of the swords.

The clangs of swords clashing together alternately walked so quickly that ten moves had passed. It appears that Rithisak Somnang's ability above Basudewa's ability is due to his fire control ability.

The incessant attack of Rithisak Somnang to him like a flood stretching. Now it was not just his sword that had smoldering from the tip of his blade several times that it had blown out a burst of flames.

The sword held by Basudewa grew hotter as it continued to clash with the blade of Rithisak Somnang's. He was also confused with his opponent because his sword that only collided could be that hot. Somehow his opponent was able to hold the smoldering-looking field blade.

Their fight went quickly, now forty moves had passed.

The hot air of Rithisak's sword is now not an obstacle for Basudeva. Even now it is also a problem for its own users.

Even though the fire control ability was so great it turned out to have a time limit weakness. If he did not immediately finish this battle then it was precisely he himself who would lose consciousness.

His body that was full of sweat as big as corn was pouring down his clothes. His body looks so exhausted from how his sword which is still held by his gang is used as a body holder. One hand touched the floor following one leg.

His breathing was so hunting that even his saliva dripped as if he would soon lose consciousness.

Basudeva is no better than Rithisak somnang. His body that moved so fast that dozens of moves made his body now feel weak and vibrate violently. His feet could not support his body. His gaze still turned towards Rithisak somnang who also felt fatigue.

The two of them then immediately gathered their strength as quickly as possible, as the one who had recovered his body the fastest would certainly be the decisive factor of victory.

After some time, Rithisak's body temperature has started to decrease. His strength that had previously seemed to have been drained out had begun to gather again. His strategy to immediately finish the fight did not go according to his original plan. The resistance of Basudeva was so intense that his attacks were not so effective.

"It looks like I have to come up with a new attack strategy. The attack I did was not successful. Fortunately, he was also exhausted. So it doesn't finish me off so easily." Rithisak was complaining.

'I have an idea! This time I believe I can definitely defeat him!' Rithisak was still staring at his opponent in the distance who was both exhausted.

'But what will people say with my actions. But that guy is too tough. It seems like he also noticed the lack of my Fire Fox technique. There is no other choice!' There is one plan in Rithisak. While thinking about his plan he continued to gather back his profound strength that had been drained.

When Rithisak was thinking about the best way to defeat his opponent, Basudeva had moved to attack him.

"The Sword Unites With the Wind!"

Seeing that his leg had moved to attack, Rithisak Somnang was forced to return to prepare for his opponent's attack.

Then their fight resumed, but this time Rithisak did not use fire-change techniques to serve the Basudeva attack.

Rithisak's decision made the Basudewa movement more flexible. He does have the science of lightening a tall body. So that without the heat of the Basudeva movement becomes more free. Now he can outperform his opponent.

Unbeknownst to Basudeva, actually what Rithisak did was part of a strategy to be able to defeat his opponent. After making Basudewa feel in the wind, suddenly Rithisak attack craze.

"I have to defeat him with a surprise attack." Inner Rithisak while continuing to battle his opponent more fiercely.

This time Rithisak's attack was again covered with fire-change techniques. Each slash of his sword blew out a heat stronger than before.

The power of his sword was increasing again. This time it was not hot. But it has turned into a blaze.

"This technique again, is really troublesome! Basudeva's mouth nagged as he served every slash of the sword that came his way. He continued to push towards the edge of the arena.

'I must urge him to retreat even further.' Inner Rithisak.

Basudewa now serves every sword of Rhitisak.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for." Rithisak smiled seeing Basudeva unaware of entering in his trap.

After that one sword with full force of fire element hit so hard at Basudeva.

Baaam!!

The explosion finally made Basudewa's body thrown out of the arena.

"Damn it! Sneaky!" Basudewa cursed many times after being thrown out of the arena.

Basudeva soon realized why his opponent kept pressing himself so vigorously. For he was about to defeat him by throwing him out of the arena. Because the rule is that anyone who goes out of the arena will be considered to lose.

"I can end this fight!"

Rithisak smiled as his plan worked. Although the victory he obtained did not produce a beautiful victory but still the point is to win.

"Damn it! Why didn't I realize from then on this guy's mind? Basudewa's face reddened with resentment.

The final result of the fight was won by Rithisak.