Swordsman Without Friends
Beheading without pay.
The snow had melted away leaving the wet ground mixed with pools of blood from the corpses that began to stiffen.even though it had arrived in the morning and bright sunlight illuminated the earth, but the atmosphere of the pedataran was silent gripping.blowing cold wind on the slopes of Mount Merapi increasingly makes the soul freeze.
A young man in black clothes who looked pale and exhausted was still lying limp on the moist and cold stretch of sandy soil.he did not know how many enemies had died, also anyone whose opponent still survives, although still conscious but all his strength has been drained.
I don't know how long Pranacitra had been lying helplessly like that.he was unable to get up even though his ears heard there were human footsteps moving slowly closer to him. his pair of eyes were slightly blurry looking at the two body figures that were now standing on top of him turned their backs to the sunlight while carrying a sword.
A kick that hit his left ribs made Pranacitra slammed down rolling.The iron stick was released somewhere.a mouthful of blood vomited from his mouth. even though it feels very painful but the limp does not release the slightest moan. the two people increasingly violent.the honor as a white flow martial figure as if they had forgotten.
If the vice chairman of Samura's Sword College named Muladewa kicked the left rib limp, now it is the turn of the vice chairman of Warmandaka who stepped on the stomach of the young man then kicked him until his body hit a large tree. there was a rattling sound either from the tree branch or even a broken joint.
Now the limp can only fall back on the trunk of a tree that has fallen off all its leaves, leaving branches bare. with the sound of the snapping and the cruel mockery of the two old men began to shower Pranacitra with punches and kicks.they seemed to deliberately torture the young man by using only a little energy in each blow. in a short time his body was covered in blood.
''Hee., he., my brother vice-chairman Marmandaka, if all this is done and the martial world hears that this 'Lonely Lame Devil' is dead in our hands, the big name of the Samudra Sword college will be more and more towering in the martial world to get rid of all the other white flow silat colleges..''
''You're right my brother Muladewa, I can already imagine how happy and proud the head of the college would be if he knew the task he gave us both could be done easily.although I admit the science of wisdom 'The whistle of Death' this bastard is very extraordinary.''' this old man named Warmandaka shuddered in horror considering the awesomeness of the science of magic of deadly snowstorms owned by his opponent.
Almost they could be hit by the science of magic named 'Snow Hell Freezes the World. it is fortunate that both of them have felt a bad feeling that may occur to choose to stand a bit far and move the latest so that they still have time to avoid, the basis of their cold power also makes them able to survive even though they have to be seriously injured.
''Hhm., the head of this lame young bastard is worth a lot. I was thinking of bringing the batok of his head back to where we were then preserved and made into a display so that everyone could see the evidence of our success.!'' muttered vice-chairman Warmandaka with a vile smile.
The two young blue-robed old men who were already tattered and stained with blood vomit were lyrically interlocking in an instant, with a savage grin the bluish sword in their hands began to sway slashing and stabbing the flesh skin on the young man's body.The blood instantly poured from his wounds.
Although this was a very cruel and painful way of torture, but not the slightest sound of pain complaints came out of the limp's mouth. in fact, a cold eye without feeling accompanied by a disdainful smile on his blood-soaked lips.all that makes the two brothers Warmandaka and Muladewa increasingly violent also curious, curious, it was as if the two of them had been underestimated by the young man who was already on the verge of his death.
''Satan alas., lame son of a bitch.What you see, death has been before the eyes is still haughty. wail, beg and scream so that we will hasten your death. Otherwise, we will not., this torment will continue until you bleed out.!''
The young man closed his eyes.His lips moved as if to say something.The two old men looked at each other and poked on thinking that this young man would obey their threats. but simultaneously the two were stunned when they heard a sad whistling sound that slashed the soul from the lips of this cripple.
So far no one knows what song is sung in the whistling sad and heartbreaking tones.whether the sadness about the separation of lovers or the sign of the coming of a death.The obvious, is., anyone would be shocked if they heard that whistling sound.
Had pensive for some time, finally the two vice-chairmen of the Samudra Sword College realized.by roaring savagely to cover up their annoyance and shame back to torture the limp. this time they both intend to finish off Pranacitra by dismembering each of his limbs.!
''Damned brat., you'll be rendered formless.!'' rutuk Muladewa swing his sword towards the base of the left arm. colleagues do not want to miss, the sword flashed about to cut the right arm. they seemed to agree to stick the two young man's hands first. Pranacitra can only resign and continue whistling sad songs.unfortunately., in every on the verge of death he is always reminded of Srianah.
The two swords slashed out as fast as a lightning strike forming a flash of blue light shadow.the frozen blood liquid and the contents of the rotting brain instantly scattered out from a human headstone that had come out of nowhere, until further dirty the blue robes of the two old men who had been torn.
Swearing and dirty swearing gushed from the mouths of Warmandaka and Muladewa, when they realized their swords slashed the batons of the rotting human head so as to fail to bend the arms of the cripple. ''Don't anyone from where dare to interfere with the matter with us the vice chairmen of the Samudra Sword School.!''
''For a long time I never cared about all my targets whether they were from black or white. If anyone could afford to pay me dearly, whoever the target was I would have killed. but for cowards and hypocrites like the two of you, I will make an exception. today I am willing to behead you unpaid, you can.!''
The two old men were aghast in shock, as they turned their heads in one direction.from there one white shadow figure flashed rapidly with a swerving motion like a poisonous snake. a short sword that emitted a pitch-black light and spread the smell of a carcass clasped in his right hand.
Once menutul the body of the man in white clothes and clapping bamboo has been high-piercing two spears into the air. from above there his black sword that aims at the heart directly stabbed profusely. the shadow of a giant black cobra accompanied his attack.
There is no beautiful development in the eyes of this man's sword movement.because all that is seen is a ruthless merciless killing rampage, to make Warmandaka and Muladewa instantly remember someone. ''Well, you bastard, you are the 'Ular Sakti Swaddled Demon.!''
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Nb., The Story of the Boyfriendless Swordsman in this chapter adapts to the story in the novel 13 Killer. (chapters, The Strange Limp, and chapters, Respati tells )🙏😊trims.