Swordsman Without Friends
He's like a disease.
The fight between Pranacitra and two members of the 'White Sabbath' silat group on the stage that had been tilted and half destroyed was still going on fiercely.The stick was seen to only survive, but, the other two fighters attacked more with their scythes.
Although in the twenty-five moves that had passed the two White Crescent members were already mentally made four times to almost go off the stage, but swiftly they rose again to attack. each time the collapse toppled over after receiving one or two blows and re-awakened, their attack style instead increased even more intense than before.
Pranacitra deliberately slightly reduced the strength of his martial arts because he felt these two people were not evil enemies worth getting rid of, being amazed and irritated by the tenacity of his two opponents who seemed to know no fear.
The pair of skull eyes on the hilt of his iron rod gave off a black meticulous red glow that shot out. The rotating staff twice repelled the sickle attacks that again threatened the upper and lower parts of his body, the, then it shot back in four directions. A flash of black light struck out like a ghostly shadow, as his two left palms struck his opponent's right abdomen and ribs.
'Whuuuut., whuuut., shaaat.!'
'Traaaaang., traaang., graaaaang.!'
The two members of the White Crescent silat society complained of being restrained.The clash of weapons this time was many times harder, a sign that the magic energy used by the cripple had been increased. not to mention his palm punch that almost hit the body made them have to retreat away.
In fact, they are forced to remove the sickle weapon in his hand because it is not strong to withstand the vibration of energy that makes the skin of their palms sore and split.
''We both admitted defeat.'' said a member of the White Crescent Society who was rather small and had long straight hair. ''The news about the greatness of your magic science is not nonsense.'' continued the tall man.There was a tone of admiration in the words of the two men.
Two of the injured right hands were stretched out to the front and then jerked backwards. amazingly the two sickle blades lying on the stage floor immediately shook up and then shot back into the hands of the two members of the White Crescent Society. some people are amazed to see the show of inner energy that they both do.
Without saying much more the two flashed away from the stage after previously having had time to move closer to a few acts and then menjura respect in front of the limp. that's when Pranacitra looked a little surprised. the tip of his eyes followed the departure of the members of the White Crescent Society.
Only a few eye disputes, without knowing anyone from behind the wall of the stone fence of the Blue Dragon silat college darted out a figure of a human body that uses pandan leaf caping. with the science of lightening his tall body the figure flashed following the direction of the two members of the White Crescent Society.
The rain had stopped as the big fight that also ended.on the stage it only left Pranacitra and the 'Demon Switched Milky Way' alone. the two young warriors just stood quietly facing each other without saying anything, even so their two pairs of eyes seemed to highlight each other sharply.
The 'Black Devil' sword was seen shaking in the right hand of the number thirteen member in the group of 13 Assassins.light and black smoke of a carcass spread across the stage, as if spreading death. Pranacitra's shuddering tone also looked at his opponent's threat subconsciously he retreated to action.
The black iron stick of the skull head moved in a semicircle sweeping the floor of the stage.A streak of dark light accompanied by a sharp gust of wind seemed to stem the waves of rotten black air from the Black Demon sword. a circular deep stroke was created on the stage.the two forces of equal black and dark densely clashed against each other until the large stage crackled violently.the energy waves accompanied by heat seemed to burn the air.
The high-scientific silat figures standing near the stage can still survive, but for those of lower knowledge the same feel the torment of hot air that seems to burn the body. not to mention the smell of a corpse that makes the chest tight and want to vomit.
Some who continue to persist immediately collided, some of the same backwards away. Ki Tanjung Semboro, the Single-arm Gold Golok Swordsman, actually had no trouble staying in front of the stage, but saw Puji Seruni begin to feel tired to defend himself, he said, the old man invited the girl to retreat backwards.
The Devil-Shadowed Serpent let out a snorting sound.The Black Demon sword slashed several times forward.the three pieces of pitch-black light that scattered the heat and scented a piece of carcass grabbed the leg, the stomach and neck of Pranacitra.!
The one who was attacked at a glance still lowered his head.as he looked up at the sharp beam of light bursting from his two cold eyes.the black stick of the skull head was stomped onto the stage floor until it trembled violently. the swaying swirls of black light that rolled up against the three slashes of the opponent's sword light.the two pitch-black forces met, exchanged libas and smashed to the point of destroying the entire stage.!
'Whuuuut., wheeet., saat.!'
'Whuuuung., whuuuk., braaaak.!'
'Draaaak., yahoo, blaaaam.!'
''Aaaaakh., Aaakh.!'' the sound of horrified screams mixed with panic rang out as the huge stage as high as more than one spear was crackling crumbled apart and collapsed. large poles and crumbling wooden boards of stilts scattered to the eight directions to hit dozens of people who were below.
''That big stage look is collapsing, quickly we get out of the way.!''
''Debah., it turns out that the power of science of the newcomer fighters is really terrible..''
''Edan., those two people are really crazy.!'' exclaim some people while cursing furiously at once horrified.
Beams of broken wooden planks were rolled up by a vortex of magical energy that clashed with each other. The explosion that shook the entire slope of Mount Semeru was heard several times. except for some high-scientific silat figures in the class of Ki Tanjung Semboro, others are equally timburat away.
''Uugh., hekh., the fucking limp shucks, I think we've had enough to play around. Next time we meet again.!'' there was the sound of the Devil Swinging Serpent.When everything that covered the sight of sirnah, the young man had vanished from his place.seen from his footsteps there was a lump of blood vomit.it seemed like the person was being deeply injured.
On the stage that had been destroyed as the ground lived a single person who was still standing bowed his head.Hair that was black gondrong covered part of his face. both of his pale but stout hands still tightly grasped the skull head engraved on the handle of his black iron rod.A moment of silence gripped the heart.
The steps of the young man from Mount Bisma was still the same as before, still dragging slowly like a worm. the right foot stepped forward, the left stumbled following. people who saw it would feel amused or even pity. at that moment, no one dared to laugh at him.
More than a thousand martial figures present there unconsciously shuffled back as the cripple walked through the crowd, they walked away giving way to the young man so that he could quickly walk away from them, as if he were a very dangerous infectious disease and there was no cure.
With Ki Tanjung Semboro and Puji Seruni following a few steps behind him, Pranacitra continued to pass away leaving the place.the time was past noon when the sun appeared from behind the clouds. the great gathering of the martialists on Mount Semeru even ended with results that were unexpected by anyone.