Swordsman Without Friends
Strange, scary and heartless.
Two pieces of silver money had moved into the bag of thick clothes limp. his head was slightly tilted staring.the light of the morning sun that appeared illuminate the cemetery.The light felt warm sweeping the body, the light felt warm, but unfortunately the two corpses lying on the ground had already started to cool.
Eight people in black clothes and covered with black cloths were just as aghast.even though they thought that this homeless young man was someone who had intelligence, but really they did not expect that person would be that great.
Even so, their anger has boiled. sometimes resentment uncontrolled anger will only make people do more stupid that leads to regret.
At the beginning of the clash of the leader, the eight men in black almost simultaneously stormed.Three people chipped up into the air, from above made a half circle round the sword and then stabbed the head, nape and neck of the limp. Two people move sideways to the right then cut the stomach.the remaining two roll his body to the ground, from the bottom directly piercing the ribs and waist of the opponent.
Lastly, the leader of the black shirt made a swift sword movement that was able to cause three silver rays that targeted the chest, heart and throat of the cripple.
Four ferocious sword attack moves came almost simultaneously from four directions.A swordsman who has high silat skills and already has a name even though he might have difficulty dealing with this sword style attack. if not killed by the sharpest sword at least they will hurt his body.
This crippled youth only glanced at the flash of the three sword attacks coming from above. without changing the position of his two legs he twisted his black iron rod to form a layer of pitch-black light that was able to mentally sweep away the three sword attacks that came like a bolt of lightning.
As if unconcerned by what was happening above him, suddenly this limp youth lowered his body.The black iron rod in his right hand swept from the right end to the left as flat as his chest, and the black iron rod in his right hand swept from the right end to the left as flat as his chest, as if a shadow of a black demon flashed snatching.This was just a mere defensive movement, because the real attack was much more eye-catching to the opponent.
As the black stick swept through the opponent's sword attack, the limp's left hand also made three great moves at once.first he smashed his fist as hard as steel, then turned as if a demonic claw that tore, gripped and pulled. lastly, the shadow of the blood-red palms also kicked over.!
'Whuuuk., whuuut., traaang.!'
'Craaang., braaak, braaak.!'
There was the sound of the impact of eight sharp swords with iron rods, although it clearly happened repeatedly but the echo of his voice seemed to be heard only once in the ear because so quickly this incident took place.
Screams of heart-wrenching horror, sword-eye fractures clanging in the air, also the toppling of the bodies of several assailants in black clothes along with the spewing of fresh blood and pieces of human bone meat scattered crushed to make the atmosphere of the morning in the old cemetery becomes creepy.
Eight people dressed and veiled black cloth is now only two people, it was not intact because one person in addition to the crumpled shoulder and right ribs, also ruptured his left eye. because it is not strong to withstand the pain, this person collapsed and collapsed.
While the last one was the leader of the black clothes horde. his wrists drooped shattered dripping blood mixed with fragments of his bones.although feeling pain but a sense of astonishment and disbelief more clumped in his mind.
The first two of his friends died in just one stroke, although surprising but this may still be acceptable to him.but now, he is., the next eight fighters who attacked simultaneously from four directions six of them suffered the same fate, toppled to death bathed in blood.one more person was dying, dying, maybe soon his life will also be over. now only he who can still stand while holding his right hand dangled.
Which leader ever knew that in one stroke of the limp stick attack there were dozens of shards of children who were very scary.he was also not aware that in one stroke of the skill, he was also unaware, the young man was able to release the fist punch, the grip of the finger was also the flick of the palm that was swampy hot as blood.
The limp youth lowered his head while sticking his black iron stick to the ground.Slowly his hand opened the black cloth that wrapped the handle of the stick.A skull head made of silver was engraved on the handle of the black stick. seeing the engraving on the iron rod the leader's heart was choked, his throat was like entering a handful of sand to be unable to make a sound. now he remembered someone.
The morning that was originally quite bright somehow turned cloudy and darker along with the wind that blew strong.the leader cluttered his teeth.His legs continued to slack back, backward, in contrast to the footsteps of the homeless youth who stumbled forward.
Truly he never thought he would experience this incident., meeting with humans who have been the talk of the last month as well as the number one hunt of white and black streams.!
The limping footsteps were shaken like creeping worms, the whistling sound of the song rhymed heartily, still very young and pale like a sick person, dressed in dark clothes with a skull-head iron stick. those were the characteristics he had heard in this martial world about humans.
Some refer to it as the 'Devil of Lonely Limp', there are also those who run 'People of the Spindles Without Feelings', as well as the 'Death Soul'. later the nickname is increasing.The name of the Cold Pale Face', 'Ghost Bums' and 'Satan Pincang Loner' were also in his cage.whether anyone had given this young man many such strange and sinister nicknames.
''Aa., I really don't., don't know., ka., if you., you., are in, here..''
''Aak., I just., oorr., people., su., suru., han, sa., just, please le., take off, right me..'' while continuing to move back, the leader began to whine and wail for mercy.
Sometimes fear and panic make even the smartest person a fool, as well as the leader of the mob, even though his right hand is paralyzed, but both legs remain intact and the strength is also still much. than continue to retreat step by step, is not it better to just immediately give all his energy to escape immediately.?
But unfortunately, his brain was no longer able to think clearly.when his left leg that retreated tripped a stone tombstone from a grave, his body shrugged off balance and fell strangled.
''Aam, canoe, forgive me.''that's the only sound that could be spoken before the tip of the black iron rod the cripple penetrated his batok. although he actually hates to kill, but does not like to be threatened. all this time anyone who dares to threaten his life in the end will only lose their lives.
The two young men in white bloodstained clothes had already come out from behind the big tree where they were hiding.albeit a bit far away, but everything that was going on in the middle of the cemetery was clearly visible to them. both are now aware of who they are dealing with.
The whistling sound of sad rhyming songs still had time to be heard in their ears.even if they wanted to run away, but a pair of dashing young men and beautiful girl did not attempt to do so. they realize all of that will be useless if done when dealing with young people whose age may still be the same as them.
Highlighting the cold eyes from behind the black strands of unraveling limp youth seemed to be able to freeze the flow of blood of the two of them, as the two came to their senses from when the strange limp, it was creepy and as if callous already standing right in front of them.