Sword King
#36. First Day of the Competition
The night passes quickly for those who can sleep well. But it feels very long by Nirmala and Angel Suvarnabhumi. Being in different rooms and bungalows were different, they both found it hard to close their eyes. The sensation of flying from the slopes of butterflies towards the gates of the walls of the horn screams unforgettable. The flying shadow floated above sea level and over the expanse of rice fields continued to soar, rising towards the gate of the screaming horn still dancing in the eye pelukur. The warmth of Lindu's tight hug on the waist still continued to be felt. Unknowingly their fingers felt Lindu's arms. The faces of the two beautiful girls were red. There is shame, joy and happiness in the heart.
It was still early in the morning, but the pamphlet terrain that was in the middle courtyard of the West Alang sect was already filled with disciples who wanted to watch the talented disciple competition. The competition is closed and not open to the public.
A large square stage stands firmly in the middle of the field of nan bapaneh. The stage was protected by a formation whose protective wall so that the impact effect of energy collisions or the aura of energy pressure that missed the target did not reach the audience.
To the right of the stage was a podium occupied by the Patriarch of the West Alang sect as well as the Patriarch, Matriak and the Elders of the tournament participating sects. It looks like the city lord of Pariaman Tuanku Bandaro Sati and the commander of Dubalang Silasaeh participated in watching the genius student competition.
A handsome young man with hair tied in a ponytail sat next to Patriarch Alang Bangkeh. Many female disciples and female participants stared with sparkling eyes at the young man. They thought who that handsome young man was. Why be on the podium of important people ??
The angel Suvarnabhumi and Nirmala smiled sweetly at the handsome young man with long ponytail hair. When their gazes met, the handsome young man nodded and smiled back.
It made some of the male disciples who were looking on become envious. They looked towards Nirmala and the Angel Suvarnabhumi. Then look cynically at that handsome young man.
Who is he ?? The handsome young man was none other than Lindu, the grandson of the Patriarch of the West Alang sect. The green jungle of the martial world named him the Sword King.
The competition participants' seats face the podium stage. There were about seventy-five participants and twenty of them were female participants. Nirmala and the Angel Suvarnabhumi became the center of attention of almost all male students and spectators.
The spectators were on the other two sides of the competition stage.
The sun is starting to rise. West Alang stood up to give a little word of welcome and open the competition event.
"Sister sisters all, welcome to this talented student competition event.
Day is a day that means a lot to us of the West Alang sect. Aside from being the first time the talented disciple competition was held which was followed by the seven sects from the Golden continent and Malayana peninsula. Today we also gave a happy news. Our only grandson, the son of the Goddess of Death Scarf and the Blazing Blossom Swordsman, has returned after disappearing for more than ten years. The Red Seriti sect elder Angso Duo brought home my granddaughter. He is Lindu Alam, maybe only a small part of you know that name. But the person in the green world of the martial jungle called him to know him by the name of the Sword King."
Lindu stood up when his name was mentioned by Alang Bangkeh. The young man clasped his hands together and stuck out to everyone present. Everyone replied to Lindu's attitude with different intentions. Many looked on with amazed gazes, but not a few looked at Lindu with half-believing eyes. The same one thing everyone felt, there was no aura of energy seeping from his body. So that no one knows how high the level of Lindu.some even think Alang Bangkeh too much praise his grandson.
Hang Latino elders from the Patuih Tunga sect stood up.
"It's great to meet you Sword King. At a very young age like you have succeeded in green dunie rimbe persilatan. Allow me to get one-motion guidance from you. Let the fight between students smartne want to wait sakejap." he said in Malayana peninsula dialect.
Hang Latino looked at the Sword King with a condescending look. As a swordsman who was at the intermediate saint level, he was very confident that he could humiliate the Sword King. Lindu smiled lightly, a unique and distinctive smile appearing on his face.
Of course, the audience and participants of the competition also shouted that Lindu accepted the challenge from Hang Latino.
Finally with a heavy heart the Sword King accepted the challenge of Hang Latino.
"Okay, senior, please get some guidance from you."
Hearing Lindu accept the challenge from him, Hang Latino bounces high and is as bold as a gas. Then glide down the tread steadily on stage.
Boom...
The stage and area of the participants and spectators shook violently. Collision retaining formation cracks and breaks. Everyone was amazed and amazed. How strong were the elders from the Patuih Tunga sect. Just the impact of his energy alone the walls of the protective formation broke apart.
Hang Tole immediately shot to the stage. As a formation expert he instantly set up a new protective formation using a high-level formation. So that an attack darting from a saint level though could not damage the protective formation. After setting up a new protective formation, Hang Tole returned to his seat.
The Sword King jumped normally onto the stage. The audience did not give a pat like when Hang Latino went up on stage. The handsome young man stood relaxed, about three spears in front of the warrior from the Malayana peninsula.
Hang Latino yelled at Lindu and sent out an extremely powerful aura of oppression. So that the walls of the protective formation vibrate. A peak sky-level swordsman would not be able to stand up to the attack of that suppression aura. But Lindu looks ordinary.
"Please senior..." Lindu smiled looking at Hang Latino.
The swordsman from the Malayana peninsula was startled because of the aura attack that he released like the Sword King did not feel. He also became irritated because Lindu told him to go forward.
After all Hang Latino was a middle-aged man, much older than the Sword King. Moreover, he was at an already very high level. It was only natural that he thought Lindu was harassing himself as a senior.
"Alright, accept this attack Sword King !!" The Hang Latino was attacking very quickly.
Very fast in the eyes of people. To Lindu it looks ordinary. The Sword King dodged with an eleven-step magic stance. Hang Latino continued to attack continuously but no one could touch the Sword King. Fifty steps just passed. The Patriarchs and sect Elders present were amazed at the movements the Sword King displayed.
Hang Latino bounces backwards to gain new attacking positions.
Hang Latino unleashed a new attack using zhenqi energy. But the attack was again sweetly avoided by Lindu.
Bomm....!!
Bomm.....!!
The dragon shadow smashed into the wall of the protective formation. The walls of the protective formation shook violently. The audience shuddered at the sound of a very loud impact. Hang Latino is back.
Lightning fists rained down on the buana
Hundreds of blue lightning bolted like rain chasing Lindu. The magic eleven-step pace would not be possible to use to avoid the rush of lightning rain. Lindu bounces so high that all the lightning bolts under his body. Back of the back of a streak of loud collisions sounded.
Dar....! Jdeerr...! Oh...!
A slight fine crack appeared on the wall of the protective formation.
Hang Latino was getting angry, she snapped at Lindu.
"Are you only able to dodge the Sword King ?!!" Lindu smiled in response to Hang Latino's remark.
"Alright, I'm attacking you now" Lindu said. Lindu smiled pointing at Hang Latino. The young man whispered in his heart
A blow without ujud
No energy waves appeared. Suddenly there was an explosion and a cry of pain from Hang Latino
Boommm....!!
Aaachhh....!!
Hang Latino's body was thrown into a roll. Then the warrior from the Malayana peninsula spewed a fair amount of fresh blood from his mouth. He rests on his knees.
"Blow without ujud.....!!" shouts sounded from the mouth of Hang Telo, Patriarch of the Tapak Dewa sect Kale Lekak Sakti and Patriarch Marungai Ameh Pandeka Sati Batuah. The three great warriors stood up from their seats together. Three warriors choose the match, a little know with a very legendary style. They were very surprised and very happy to see directly the punch without testing. An extraordinarily formless and intangible style. Not detected at all. It is impossible to avoid or to avoid. Because no waves felt through the air. The three magic swordsmen had the same thought, should be able to establish a good relationship with the Sword King. Kale Lepak Sakti secretly felt grateful that the Sword King had already established a relationship with the Angel Suvarnabhumi the core disciple of the God's Palm sect.
The spectators and participants of the competition no one understood what was happening. They only heard Lindu say alright as well as saw Lindu point and Hang Latino being tossed over. But the shouts from the podium of honor they could understand a little. A chill suddenly ran down the backs of those who had been looking cynically at Lindu.
The angels Suvarnabhumi and Nirmala clapped very loudly. A moment later a thunderous clap sounded from the audience.
Hang Latino is not a fool and does not know himself even though he is a high-hearted person. Although he was embarrassed, he knew the Sword King was not really serious about attacking. This gave evidence to him that the Sword King was not just an empty name.
Hang Latino immediately got up and grabbed both hands and yelled at Lindu.
"Thank you Sword King for your generosity" and he returned to his seat.
The audience cheered, now they knew how great the Sword King was.
Lindu returned and also returned to his seat. Kale Lekak Sakti immediately welcomed Lindu and set the time to be able to talk in the afternoon with Lindu. The handsome young man nodded in acceptance of Kale Lekak Sakti's invitation.
Some time later a competition between talented disciples began. After each participant takes the lottery number. Player number one will face number three six. And so on until the number three-five is faced with the number seventy.
The first ability competition was between Wisesa from the Secabik Kafan sect against Banto Muaro a male disciple from the Buayo Lalok sect.
The battle between Wisesa and Banto Muaro did not last long. Wisesa won the fight because Wisesa was two levels above Banto Muaro.
The second battle took place between the Angel Suvarnabhumi of the Tapak Dewa sect opposite Suriyan of the Patuih Tunga sect. Although the fight was won by Bidadari Suvarnabhumi who was level one above Suriyan. It is not easy for the Angel Suvarnabhumi to win.
A very tough fight took place between Suriyan and the Angel Suvarnabhumi. The lightning fist that Suriyan released had injured the arm of the Angel Suvarnabhumi. But after taking out the swordsmanship of the Angel Dance, Suriyan began to be depressed. Suriyan was defeated by the Angel Suvarnabhumi.
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