The Adventure of the Kecapi
Chapter 213

This man was his teacher, even claiming to be his real father, but now insisted on killing him.

Because of feeling cornered, squeezed and humbled, there rose anger in the heart of this very strange young man, who knew how shrewd the man who had been considered his teacher, and he must exert all his strength and intelligence to fight. He must be able to kill her before she is killed.

Beng Cu had already attacked Hong Lan again, fiercely like a raging dragon.

But once Hong Lan not only dodged, but dodged and then immediately retaliated and at another moment, the teacher and disciple had fiercely attacked each other. Because the silat they use in this match is the same, then at first glance they are like practicing alone. But it is not so because both of them put all their strength and fight.

Every move has a killing purpose! From their mouths now spewing reddish white steam that is very hot, and their grip is getting more powerful, a kick in the form of a dragon slap the tail even if it hits the opponent's body will certainly have a great effect.

Some of the tree trunks that grew on the left right of the cave were like they were being hit by a stormy wind, and because they were fighting in front of the cave, then the sound of the wind blows them into the cave and echoes a terrible roaring sound.Land and dust fly under their feet.

After all, of course, the knowledge that Beng Cu possessed was more mature than Hong Lan, so after passing dozens of moves, the young man was pressed and dodged and deflected more than attacked.

But this young man inherited all the knowledge of his teacher and because he was indeed very talented, he had mastered the sciences. And to make up for his defeat in experience, this young man was more triumphant in terms of breath and exertion.

His teacher had already begun to sweat and his breathing was hunting, whereas he himself was still freshly fit. This is apparently also realized by Beng Cu. Therefore he should not finally lose, he let out a long shrill sound and a glittering light when he pulled out his sword.

"Good, let's complain!" hong Lan shouted while snapping, she drew her sword.

"Trank... Trangs...Trang...trang.....!"

Sparks glowed and a loud voice echoed into the cave as the swords met. Now they attacked each other with swords and several times their swords met with very strong.

However, every time the swords met, it appeared Beng Cu's body was shaking violently.

"Wuuuttt........seggggg.........!"

Hong Lan was surprised not to play. His teacher's attack was so terrible that almost his neck was blown off. Fortunately he still had time to lower his body so that only a lump of hair was affected and the hair was scattered.

The sword in Beng Cu's hand was still sliding backward.

"Crokkk....!"

The trunk of the tree in the strip of the young man was crushed and fell! So great was the strike of the sword in the hands of the giant grandfather.

"Singggg.....!"

Hong Lan was unwilling to waste the opportunity and his sword had already slid forward, piercing down the base of his arm towards the right chest of his teacher.

"Translang............!"

Beng Cu was still able to fend off, but the rather slow stalk of the sword made him stagger back. Hong Lan continued to urge and there was an even more exciting fight.

Since their swordsmanship was the same, then fighting was like practice only. Although every sword struck, it was always a death attack. But for Hong Lan the match was not a practice at all, because he knew that the grandfather who had been considered a teacher was really trying hard to kill him.

The match was exciting after passing a hundred moves, began Beng Cu movement loosened not only he was exhausted, but also his breath was panting.

His body was already soaked with sweat and the movements of his legs and hands were no longer steady. Seeing this, Hong Lan did not budge, even she accelerated and strengthened the attacks - so that the grandfather was really desperate greatly.

"Cringgg...... Cepp....!"

Twice the pair of swords met with a very hard and the sword in the grandfather's hand was blown away, followed by the entry of the sword in Hong Lan's hand that pierced forward and entered his teacher's chest and almost pierced through his back.

This event hardly seemed so fast the movement of the sword and also the grandfather seemed to just stand sculpting, his sword was still in the right hand while the left hand clasped the chest, and the grandfather was still standing, his eyes darted towards Hong Lan, and he suddenly laughed.

"Good, ha.ha..ha.....! good one! You have defeated me, ha..ha...! you have been able to kill me, meaning that you have inherited all my intelligence and you are ready to become an invincible hero in the martial world! she...ha..ha...!" yelling Beng Cu with his laughter.

Hearing this and seeing the grandfather stagger, his sword was thrown and then toppled over, then Hong Lan realized that the teacher had deliberately tested it to the end, with a life bet.

He quickly knelt near his teacher.

"Teacher...! is it true that teacher is also my real father?" asked Hong Lan while sobbing.

The blood flowed through the cracks between the fingers of the left hand that were clutching the wounds on the chest. The lion's face smiled widely.

"Why is it not true? Once upon a time my name was Can Siok, then your margama Can. And your mother was the daughter of the Nepali nobleman. I.. ah, I suffered many years for the loss of the woman I love. I did everything to comfort myself and forget about it. But I failed every night dreaming and every day remembered. Just because you're the one I've lived until now. You look so much like your mother, so I carried you to the end. And today's exam! H...he...ha...!" the old man laughed loudly.

And continued until finally the sound of his laughter grew weaker, then silence was no longer heard nor his body drooped limp. When Hong Lan grabbed him, he knew that his teacher, who was also his father, had died.

And suddenly the young man cried hugging the body of his biological father. He cried not out of regret, but because he felt miserable, a piece of kara in the world.

But not long after she cried. Another moment when he had risen to his feet, looked at the corpse of his recumbent father. That pair of wide eyes was still open, swerving, the mouth was slightly agape and the front of the corpse was covered in blood. And he feels proud.

"H..ha...ha....!"

Hong Lan laughed, not as loud as her father's laugh, but the voice of a held-back Laughter that sounded very creepy,

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