Swordsman Without Friends
Shut up, you fucking bad girl.!

The narrow path at the foot of a small hill that is usually deserted and only overgrown with a grove of wild bushes and dense trees is now suddenly turned full of dozens of human body figures.but unfortunately, the., the number of people who are on the streets does not necessarily make it crowded, because they are all just human beings who are no longer alive.

Not only had it become a corpse but also many were destroyed and charred his body. The smell of blood rancid the nose, and, crumpled bones scattered out of the body as well as charred muscle flesh like a new struck by lightning, making everything feel like a shock to the heart of anyone who saw the scene.

But it seemed that all the horrors there seemed to have absolutely no effect on a young man in dark clothes who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the narrow street while one hand grasped the handle of an iron rod black wrapped in cloth.

On the right side of this young man appeared to lie a half-aged man in yellow clothes, blood-stained red pants and wounds.The right palm of the young man was only a moment above the chest of the middle-aged man. a cool air accompanied by a bluish light emanated from the young man's hand continued to flow into the man's body.

If in view of his condition this person in addition to dying due to severe injuries also poisoning. Apparently the young man was trying to treat it with the distribution of magic power he had. it took almost as long as the rice to finish everything.even though it gave off a lot of energy but amazingly the young man did not feel a sense of fatigue.

The look on the face of this young man even though he was handsome but pale and cold.if seen again, the way his eyes looked was very strange. because even though it is sharp piercing but empty without any feeling like the eyes of a dead person, instead, the tip of his lips is slightly pulled upwards. he was like he was grinning or mocking the corpses lying there.

The pale young man named Pranacitra was quite familiar with the 'Heart Hunter's Land' because in the past few months he had faced this horde of hunters when he wanted to climb the northern slopes of Mount Merapi to face the challenge of his enemies. with the features of compact black clothes and a short arrow thrower with a threaded arrow tip like a drill bolt filled with ferocious poison which in a short time is able to freeze and make the heart of the opponent black hardened.

Actually, the science and magic of the members of this group is not so high, but because of the way they work compact always in groups armed with a poisonous arrow thrower and his expertise in finding traces, but, making them difficult to deal with.

Still fortunately, at this time they are not to use the science of magic named 'Dead Breath Suri' study, because this science can make their lives disappear so that it is very difficult to know its presence. if that were the case Pranacitra was hit by a threaded arrow at that time would have been repeated.

A shout and mockery full of murderous lust sounded along with three sharp sword flashes that snatched from the end of the path.one menacam neck and two heads again slashing the stomach and back of Pranacitra. the young man who had just completed the treatment did not move from his place cross-legged.just the tip of his eyes glanced sinisterly as if he was looking down on his three opponent sword attacks.

From a distance his eyes could see the color of the clothes of the three attackers who were the same red and yellow as the half-aged man who was lying at the side and he had just helped, they must be from one group. ''Fuck man, hand over your dog soul.!'' sounds snapped from there. ''Damn it, give my uncle his life back.!'' other possible chimps of voice from the mouth of a young woman.

Pranacitra is too lazy to get out of his seat let alone have to bother explaining what really happened to them. From his experience so far, people who are struggling because of anger are more difficult to talk to. for a compassionate and wise man, it may be more patient and succumbing while giving a subtle understanding to his opponent.

But unfortunately, although the limp from Mount Bhishma was not including men of evil heart but also not meek spirit, generous, polite and understanding even in women. it is sometimes he prefers to play Hajar in front of the new then the explanation later.

The black iron stick in the left hand is raised shoulder-to-shoulder.The inner power is channeled to the end of the stick which suddenly raises the head and then rotates quickly one circle before stabbing three times forward. the assailants who had originally underestimated this movement became aghast as they felt that there was a roll of magic power holding back the piercing of the swords of the three of them.

Not to mention the loss of his surprise, three black light shots had hit their sword eyes while making the arm feel broken twisted by the loud vibrations until the weapon almost missed. but by mustering all his strength these three people were reckless to continue to survive even launching powerful empty-handed kicks and punches in high enough.

The sword attack was once faster and stronger with deceitful moves than before, as well as his kick punch. although it looks great outside but the limp understands that in fact the three attacks are not at all contained.just by blowing his waist and head tilted, he said, ducking and slightly back and forth the threat of kicks and punches can be passed.

Furthermore, two fists struck along with a punch of iron rods that violently struck the ribs and the arms were not only able to make the opponent's sword loose, their bodies collapsed. the sound of groans of pain mixed with swearing sounded from their mouths which were also dripping blood.

Although consciously defeated but the three men were apparently very stubborn.without care of the pain and maybe hurt in they shuffled up to attack again, but their intention was not fulfilled, but their intention was not fulfilled, not only because they can no longer stand up also because they see the condition of the person they call uncle is now being threatened his soul.

''I will only once give a warning. Remember, I am not a good man of noble character and compassion.if you dare to do something that makes me sick, not only will this person kill the lives of the three of you I'll also definitely finish.so., never again act recklessly. just stay quiet in your place, especially you damn bad girl.!'' hardik Pranacitra.

In the maki as a damned bad girl really makes Winuyem offended heavily. For life this time there are people who dare to insult him. his pride as a wealthy child in a village that is usually pampered and flattered, as well as a favorite student of the head of the silat 'Glagah Wangi' college seems deliberately stepped on.

The only person who dared to do so was a pale-faced young man whose appearance was like a bully in his heart, although anger was overflowing but what the power of the opponent was far above him. forced him and his two young colleagues can only grumble.

Moreover, the neck of his uncle who was still lying on the ground was in the grip of the right hand of the pale young man. ''Aa., what are you going to do to Uncle Jati Sembodo. don't dare to do anything to him. kaa., if you get to men., harm him kaa., we aak., will..''

''Will what.! what you can do. Haa., ha., from the appearance of your proud appearance, maybe you are used to being pampered and getting what you want.remember the young girl damn, life is difficult being dead it is very easy. so cherish your life by first thinking before acting or spitting mouth carelessly.!''

''Before I could see you and all your associates running away from the pursuit of people in black who wanted to kill you all. then the man you call uncle is desperate to face them alone for your safety.

''Huhm., actually I don't care about all this, but because their presence makes this narrow street fuller while I don't want to be late to the destination, I don't want to be late, so I was forced to intervene because I was lazy to wait for your boring fight.!'' it grunts as if annoyed.

Unknowingly the girl named Winuyem and his two friends were equally stunned. almost simultaneously they looked around him. The mouth of the three equally issued a choking sound full of horror seeing dozens of corpses of his pursuers were scattered bathing in blood. indiscriminate anger makes them unaware of all the spooky scenery.

When looking up, a pair of cold, heart-shaking eyes were staring at them. somehow the courage of these three people seemed to disappear changed feelings of fear.when the herd of black-clothed hunters was chasing, and the, they don't even feel this kind of horror.

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