Swordsman Without Friends
Monsters..

Still in a state of slumped with dozens of wounds on his body, Pranacitra momentarily close his eyes.The Blue Nirmala stone that is in the bonds of the covering of the nose and his mouth in suction as deep as possible until repeatedly. his mouth had already stopped whistling instead with his body condition down he tried to regulate his internal energy and breathing.

When both eyes opened there was a flash of light full of life.crawled and continued to advance forward, that was all the thoughts that were in his head. although while moving all over his body especially his deformed head and legs felt very painful but he continued to crawl and creep forward.

Pranacitra did not know what bright flashes of light he saw were still as far away and from where.he just immediately wanted to get to the end of the hall without caring what was waiting for him in front there. the unanimity that was covered in the flames of grudge made him unyielding.

If people have been bound together without care of life and death, usually all the energy and power buried from the body of a human will be poured out until sometimes able to do something beyond reasonableness.

The more he approached the bright light point at the end of the hall the less the cold mist and foul air emanated. Pranacitra does not tshu how long he has crawled and even crept also do not understand the time in the outside world is bright morning or still dark.

The distance of ten spears in front there he saw the end of the hallway which was the mouth of a stone cave.The bright light that was refracted from the outside could only illuminate a part of the floor near the end of the cave hall.

''Finally, it must have been a way out.'' The young man's mind cheered.but the distance was close enough that he could only go through half of it. his body suddenly twitched in pain because it had reached the end of his strength. ''Buck, motherfucker.!'' aspat Pranacitra regretted himself and collapsed on the floor of a dirty and damp hallway.

The struggle that was filled with suffering in the end only ended horribly. The frail body of the crippled young man was lying still full of wounds as if a lump of meaningless trash.

No matter how long he lay on a very cold flat stone slab.The eyes of this young man slowly revolved around the room. When he wanted to move his body he screamed loudly.The entire joint bone was in great pain. strangely it was not only his body that he was unable to move, even the sound of screaming pain just reached the throat without being able to be heard out.

At that moment his nose sniffed the shoulders of the rotten and sickening medicinal herbs.then he realized that his body was naked and covered with powder and medicinal liquid that was thick to resemble mud.

The young man's eyes were spinning wildly trying to be able to look around him, it was a pity that he could only look at the top of the stone room where he was now. not to mention the atmosphere is quite dim creepy because only in the light of a stone torch stuck on the wall of the room to the left. to just know about the stone torch, Pranacitra had to force his eyeballs and his head turned to the left until it felt very painful.

Suddenly the entire body covered with warm medicinal herbs continued to increase into heat.The heat that penetrated to the bone seemed to make his body boil. this young man screamed in pain but the sound of his screams only reached the throat. the way his voice was struck mute.!

When at the peak of heat and pain, suddenly there is a change in his body.heating sensation goes down, begins to turn warm, continues to feel cool as usual, but this change is still ongoing. his body began to freeze and freeze.it even felt much colder fan painfully than when 'Satan Arit Robeng' tortured him.if at that time he could still roll over to endure the torment, now his body could only lie down without being able to do anything.

The hot air that made the blood feel boiling and the cold that froze the bones alternated him experiencing up to ten times. Pranacitra who always never give up in the face of difficulties until wanting to commit suicide so can not stand all the pain that is now in nature.

What made his heart even more angry with hatred, Pranacitra had no idea who had done all this to him.

''Hek., he., this deformed little boy is strong as well, according to my estimation at most twice the cold heat change this boy must be dead..''

''Huhm., if he can survive then what's the point for us. At best the boy will only make your poison science game..''

Two people were heard asking each other answers, although Pranacitra could not see who it was but from his voice could be ascertained that they were two grandparents and old grandmother by forcing Pranacitra to turn his head.

Now to his right stood two strange old men.one old man was over seventy years old.The pale face was wrinkled with white hair riap-irip sebahu. his pair of sunken eyes were seen shining sharply and sadistically.His thin body was wearing a worn-out white robe and was full of patches.

One oddity is seen in both hands that only live skin wrapping bones.although the skin on the other body is pale white but both hands start elbows until the palms of his hands are red like blood. when the man dressed as an old beggar was still wandering the martial world twenty years ago, almost all of the silat figures who met him would choose to run away rather than deal with this notorious old beggar, because of the 'Blood Palm Beggar' it is one of the most haunted names of the black people who are very afraid of the martial.

Standing slightly in front of the old beggar, there was a dark-skinned old grandmother and a black-robed. his partially whitened hair was darkened on the head and decorated with two skull-headed kundai skewers made of silver. this grandmother stood stooped as her hands held a black iron stick along half a spear which on the handle was engraved a skull which was also made of silver.

This can be understood because this old woman is actually a physician as well as a poisoner.before when the grandmother was still poor crosswise in the forest of martial arts. it is said that reportedly within a dozen spears this grandmother has been able to finish the lives of dozens of great warriors at once with the science of poison that is tasteless and colorless. on the contrary in other stories he was also able to cure dozens of people who were dying of poisoning just by mentioning both arms of his robe.!

The last time an old woman appeared in the short world was twenty years ago, before vanishing almost simultaneously with the Blood Palm Beggar.although it was not as cruel as the old beggar but the nickname 'Grandmother of the Death Stick' also certainly able to make the courage of the top class warriors though.

''It has been a dozen years that no outsider has been able to pierce through the poisonous foul fog on the 'Break of Death.' this limp is quite lucky to get here, he said, even though he passed through a long-closed secret passageway instead of climbing the Cliffs of Death like everyone else.

To the left of the cripple suddenly stood a tall, big old man with dreadlocks.he was wearing a black robe with a painting of a golden dragon circling the moon. because the body of this large tall person standing behind a stone torch makes the room darker so that the look of this human face can not be seen clearly.

However, as long as the martial will sees a golden dragon and moon painting on the robe of this man's breast, it is enough for them to know who this man is, because the dragon and the golden moon are the identifying marks of the 'Devil Dragon Moon' a black faction silat figure who has a big name and has shaken the jungle of the past dozen years ago.

Speaking of this person, he is a frightening specter for the silat college group both white and black.This person was a chairman of a small silat college in the land of Andalas. once his school was destroyed by another larger and stronger silat college just because it did not accept one of their students lost a friendly match. the man then asked for help from some famous white school silat, but no one was willing to help him.

In his anger, this man berated all the white schools and vowed that one day he would destroy all the schools of silat who were reluctant to help him. because furious the chairman of the silat college immediately finish him and his body was thrown into the abyss.

But not only was this person still able to survive, even great fortune came to him because in that abyss he found a book of high magic that was rarely matched. a few years later the former chairman of this silat college reappeared and immediately broke down all the silat colleges that had once persecuted him.

It did not stop there, in just a few months there were more than fifty silat pieces from both white and black streams that he destroyed. if he admitted defeat he and all his students survived but had to dissolve and close the silat college forever.

On the contrary for those who dare to fight, there is no mercy. everything on the broom was exhausted without rest. Because of that incident some frightened silat colleges hurriedly dispersed themselves and closed the door on their own silat.

''Hik., hik., apparently there's a new toy here. Eeh., I didn't think he was still a boy and seemed to be nearing his end..''

''Old man, where did you get this antique, huh.?'' ask another person who just came and stood to the right of the big tunggi. from his voice this human is a woman who is quite old.

Although not able to see clearly but Pranacitra can know that the voice is a small-bodied hunchback and short-chested.Hair long pigtailed ponytail, ponytail, his two large eyes flashed a terrifying sharp light.His pair of long thin arms dangling almost to the ground had ten sharp and feathery claws curved like the claws of a savage bird.

In the martial world this small-bodied hunchback grandmother is also not an arbitrary human being, with the science of lightening his very high body and the ferocity of a pair of his deadly claws he once killed three Majapahit palace silat figures and dozens of tough soldiers inside the palace. the madness of the murder is said to have been carried out in the middle of the palace in the king's own palace.!

Since the shocking incident that the name 'Burung Humpback Ghost Lifter' immediately sticking out in the jungle martial. because it felt very embarrassed and vengeful, the palace made a contest to kill the Owl. but this guy always escapes and even kills his hunters.

The four veteran evil figures were still talking to each other about the crippled young man lying on the flat stone, until another man appeared there. now the tormenting heat and coldness of his body had stopped. simultaneously in front of Pranacitra had stood a tall, thin, crested old man, robed in a gray moustache with a cold face sinister without notice. as the long white hair covering his face blushed, a pair of sunken, dark eye sockets shone in a haze as if carrying the air of death.

The other four people instantly fell silent at the presence of the old man as if there was a sense of disdain in their hearts. this can be understood because anyone who dared to behave recklessly in the presence of parents who had insulted the party leader of the Devil Archway party and killed three of his envoys. in the martial world who else silat figures who have so arrogant nature besides the 'Satan Grave.!'

Grave Demon, Blood Site Beggar, Moon Dragon Demon, Death-Wanded Physician Grandmother and Lifeless Humpback Owl. five veteran silat figures from the black stream who once overturned the martial world while bringing nightmares for the warriors are now gathered in this stone cave room. if in today's life maybe these five people deserve to be called 'Monster.!'

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