Swordsman Without Friends
Gold diamond bleed (bag2)

The strange young man's voice sounded bland and cold.It is unknown he was angry, sad or happy. only gusts of wind and the pounding of the ocean waves that continue to roll against the cluster of coral below there are heard in the ear.

The forties of the 'South Sand' college students who were there were still stunned, even though they were in their hearts being angry, but somehow tucked away in horror at the pale young man's actions. it was as if it would radiate from within him cruelty and bad air that was very evil.

The sound of crumbling neck bones resuscitated everyone. ''Fuck the fuck, how dare you kill our friend.!'' snaps the leaders of the students of the South Sand college. ''Basic son of a bitch., have you been bored with life or do you not realize who is dealing with.?'' hardik the other students.

''No need to say much, whoever this idiot is he deserves to be able to. kill him.!'' the command of the leader of the disciple named Demung Lodra, without being commanded again four disciples who had escaped the sword from his waist flashed quickly stormed forward.the two swords threatened the neck and head, the rest cut into the stomach and heart of the opponent.

The attacked remains sitting on the rock. Without talking iron rod in his left hand moves up parallel to the chest and then munucuk.just a movement that looks simple to make the opponent laughs insultingly. but the next second their laughter vanished into the roar of death as the black light from the opposing iron rods split the four corners into turns like drill bits to grind the coral.

'Whuuuukk., whouuutt.!'

'Traaaaang., traaaang., claaang.!'

''Aaaaakkh., uaaghk.!''

The heart-wrenching scream followed by the toppling of the four blood-soaked body figures and the shattered sword bar broke instantly made the atmosphere become stirred.no single disciple could figure out how it all happened. the pale young man who had been attacked from the four directions was still sitting on the same rock, staring at the vast ocean below as if he had never moved from his place.

Just a black iron stick puncture had already been able to kill four Southern Sand martial arts students.if they only heard from a story, no one would believe it for life. but what they witnessed was a real event before their eyes.all of the disciples could only be flabbergasted and shudder in horror.

The pale-faced young man slowly stood up from where he was sitting and then stepped like a worm towards where the students of the Southern Sand college stood. from the way he walked it was seen that this person limped his left leg. once a glance at his cold eyes sadistically swept across the faces of the entire Southern Sand disciples until they involuntarily slumped back in trembling.

The limp with the black iron rod stopped five six steps away from them. The tip of the stick went up to point the lead disciple. ''You said that if anyone dies in the mine from overworked fatigue is fate.If so, when I take your life, your death can be considered destiny..''

The speech that came out of the lips of the limp sounded very bland without any implied feeling.even even it was similar to a joke.but no one could laugh because somehow and when it happened, it happened, the black iron stick has now hit right in the middle of Demung Lodra's chest until it penetrates into the back.

Only with his left hand did the limp raise the black iron rod almost perpendicular to the point that Demung Lodra's body was also lifted up. This man roared loudly his eyes dodged in pain. the blood that flowed from his chest hole partly flowed soaked the opponent's iron rod.he wanted to scream for help his partner but what came out of his mouth was just a raucous sound and spit mixed with blood.

The body that was lifted almost a spear of height and highlighted by the morning sunlight created a strange and creepy shadow on the surface of the ground.The shadow was seen to move convulsions like a leather puppet being played by the mastermind.

''You also said that you once dumped the corpses of mine workers who escaped into the sea.it may have been your destiny to die there.!'' mouth talk stick moves swing. howling screams are heard accompanying the body that was thrown down into the sea under the rock hill until it disappeared swallowed fierce waves.

If described in a story, this incident feels slow, even though since this young man stood five steps from the front of Demung Lodra, then stabbed his chest with an iron rod, and then, lifting the body of the victim who was stabbed like a skewer to throw it into the sea only takes a very short time.

It even felt too fast and scary until dozens of South Sand students no one had time to wake up and act to help their colleagues when they realized everything was too late. even though they were armed with swords but no longer had the chance to pull them out.

Suppose someone had escaped the weapon from the scabbard, he also did not have time to use it to attack because the strike of the black iron rod weapon in the hands of his opponent had hunted down, he also did not come to attack, slamming and stabbing mercilessly.

It was as if every time a staff flashed and a pitch-black light came snatching, which sounded only the screams of death. at best the sword could only fend off two or three times before it clashed with its owner who was sprawled bathing in blood.

His pair of eyes that shone coldly without implying a single feeling and his way to finish off the so vile, in an instant made the soul all gripped with fear and despair.not one bit seemed the beautiful moves he played, not one bit., there is only a movement to kill.!

In just ten breaths, almost half of South Sand silat college students fell down, the piercing heart was pierced and the contents of the stomach were blown out along with the sound of horrified howls and broken body bones were struck by an iron rod.

Every scream of death that sounded as if the song melodious for the limp. albeit at a glance but always seen a vile smile on his lips when his black iron rod took the life of the opponent. as if to kill is a habit that makes his heart happy and addicted.

Of the forties only half the disciples who still survive wait to die.The blood that pooled in the plateau of the top of the rock hill, the, the scattered corpses and the sickening smell of rancid that was blown by the wind made the morning atmosphere turn horrible.not until a drink of tea everything ended. only two students who fell sat down with pale faces pias. whether since when they were unable to stand and move attacked.

Enough to shake his body, the limp young man was already standing in front of the two remaining students, one of whom was a young student who had felt sorry for the state of the miners in the rock. another man collapsed, so frightened by the arrival of the iron stick young man.

''Are you why I still let you two live.?'' asked the cripple who was indeed Pranacitra in a cold voice. ''That's because from your eyes there is not implied evil and greedy lust but sympathy mixed with regret and anger.if my guess is not wrong, whether you two are from the fishing village 'Pasiran Kidul' who was under this hill before it disappeared without a trace.?''

The young disciple was stunned for a moment before finally cawing and bowing listlessly.Tears accompanied his shaken shoulders held back tears. ''Kaa., we were from this hillside fishing village before disappearing in an instant due to a strange disease outbreak..''

''Parents and children, be it a boy or a girl, all died in just three days, all that remained were the young people including myself and my friend..'' he said while glancing at his colleague who was still unconscious.it took a lot of courage for him to be able to answer the question of the crippled young man who had just slaughtered all his fellow students.

''At that time came Ki Jembar Pambudi and Nyi Sekar Bekti who then helped us from the strange disease. they both said they could only save their young because our bodies were stronger than our parents and children. Some of our village girls were helped, too, but somehow they also disappeared strangely without us being able to know of its existence..''

Unable to stand it any longer, under the cold eyes of the corpse that threatened him the young man told him everything he knew. ''Not long after the two of our helpers also established a silat college which was later named 'South Sand' as a tribute to the village of 'Pasiran Kidul' at the same time accept us young people as their students..''

''Since many of our parents and relatives have died from the plague that has struck the village, we are happy to accept him both as teachers with pride. moreover, both of them are very compassionate to others and virtuous said the young man who was only in his twenties.

''Compassionate and virtuous., is that what you think.?'' pranacitra asked with a cynical smile while taking out a piece of whisker-white cloth roll from behind her black clothes. ''If you still consider them both holy men after reading everything written in this cloth, then you are indeed the most stupid person in the world.!''

The roll of mustache that was stained with dried blood was thrown hard on the face of the young sipemuda who was still kneeling.although feeling astonishment and fear but curiosity made him dare to unroll the cloth. a moment later he was stunned his face turned even more pale as if he could not believe everything written there.

All his body was shaking violently withstanding the grudge of anger, disappointment as well as deep sadness.wanted him to scream and cry as loud as possible but only a sobbing mixed with bloody cough came out of his mouth. so hard hurt this young man's soul that he was almost crazy.

Two tootokan chest and a forehead from the end of the iron rod made the young man limp. His entire muscles, thoughts and feelings that were very depressed slowly loosened.His cries broke like a child. although at first glance it seems laughable but it is not worth laughing at.

''The blood-stained sheet was written by one of the three miners who had escaped from this cursed hill. they know the mastermind behind the plague that attacked your village and all the tricks are none other than the two teachers who you praised as virtuous.

''Kee., ken., why. tap., but why are they both so careful to do sem., all this. Our village is just a small fishing village with a simple life. we never offended anyone else. So why should the village 'Pasiran Kidul.?'' shouted the young man with fierce eyes.

The young man finally knew the answer to his own question.The grains of diamonds and gold that had not been formed on Pranacitra's hand were the main reason. the two leaders of this college had long known that in the rock that became the fishing village area was stored treasure buried countless hidden wealth.

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