The Dragon Warrior Sakti
Chaos Inauguration of the Valley of Death Party
"Heaaa..!"
As the fierce lightning of Sati shot towards Simbar Buana, the Death Sword in his hand moved piercing towards the Swordsman's body the Whip Sakti.
Simbar Buana thrust his body into the air, so that the sword stab of Galak Sati only hit the air below him, as fast as the lightning Simbar Buana let out his magic whip, his magic whip, and he immediately swung his Whip towards Galak Sati who was below him.
"Did.!"
Galak Sati was forced to push her body backwards avoiding the tip of the Sakti whip in the grasp of the Buana Symbar.
Crang...!
The tip of the tirta kencana magic whip hit the body of the Death Sword Sanca in the Red Devil's hand, so sparks splashed around the meeting of the two weapons.
The whip in Simbar Buana's hand, darting like a snake that was again targeting its prey, pulling to and fro, Galak Sati was forced to continue to clump backwards avoiding the tip of the tirta kencana whip in Simbar Buana's hand
Ctars.! Ctar...!
Every time the tip of the whip tirta kencana hit something, there was always a deafening explosion, Galak Sati was continuously pushed back by the whip in the hands of Simbar Buana, the stage floor of the teak board was no longer because, the state of the stage was already ravaged in the hit of the magic whip.
The White Hair Death Devil watched the path of his son's fight with barely blinking eyes, while his breathing was sometimes stifled let alone seeing the son pressed before his opponent.
Swingin.!
The set.!
Galak Sati clenched her sword around her body, dispelling the scathing tirta whip that railed towards her, with a little extra energy in her, she chanted the Hell Devil Sword's Skill'. so that the sword's eyes turned blackish red.
Seeing his enemy preparing the mainstay, Simbar Buana did not want to lose, he also drained his inner energy towards the Whip of Tirta Kencana, so that the whip was covered in a reddish yellow light, combined with the 'Mountain-Destroying Whip Course'.
"Yesame..!!"
Swoss.! Swoss.!
Simbar Buana twisted the magic whip beside his body, so that it formed like a spinning propeller, the air around the place began to feel hot, hot, because the wind whips it breaks and burns the air around it.
Galak Sati twisted the seven-twisted greatsword above her head, so that the sword in the covering of fire was blackish red.
Galak Sati darted with the sword of the Death Sanca in front of the chest, the sword moved so fast, that in sight, only the shadow of the sword pierced so much and stabbed towards Simbar Buana.
Simbar Buana also greeted with the eyes of the golden tirta whip in front of the whip was swerving like a snake that was ready to pounce on its prey, the speed of the slashing of the tip of the whip could not be seen with ordinary eyes, only a highly educated person can see the original tirta kencana whip.
Ctars! Ctars.!
Swoss! Swoss!
Blaaar....!!
Simbar Buana was thrown backwards around four spears, he fell rolling on the ground and almost hit the wooden table where the white swordsmen were sitting.
"Sir Simbar.!!" squealing Little Girl, while darting towards the husband who fell rolling, Simbar Buana quickly jumped up, even though he held his chest, visible between his lips dripping fresh blood, but he quickly jumped up, a sign that he had a serious internal injury.
Bidadari Gendeng or Pandan Suri quickly swept the Swordsman Whip Sakti to the back of the wooden stage
"So, is it okay?" tanya Pandan Suri, looking anxious in a bag of blood on the edge of the lips Simbar Buana, with his sleeves, whip sakti tirta kencana still clasped in the hands of silat figures from Mount Panyabungan.
Meanwhile, Galak Sati who was thrown away and fell onto the roof of the building behind him. Peacock Sati and the Death Devil Hair White darted out of her seat towards where Galak Sati fell, yet they were already too late.
Galak Sati had been gone for good, with a black charred body, like burning, the sword of the Death Sanca in the hands of the Red Devils was half destroyed, half of it was left, but the handle was still tightly clasped in the hands of Galak Sati, or the White Hair Demon.
Slowly the White Hair Death Devil, embracing the corpse of the son who began to turn blue, because of the poison of his own sword, in the rubbing of the son's face, while looking down languidly.
The voice of the House aka the Devil Death White Hair was half muttering.
"My son while I live, I will avenge your Death my son," said the White Hair Death Devil, no matter how sadistic the Black Death Valley figure, was, he was a sad father who lost his son.
"Sister..!Hicks...!" heard a hiccup of Peacock Sati's cry while shaking the body of the Big Brother, but all his efforts will not bring results, Galak Sati's life has already gone.
"Fuck You Simbar Buana! Life must be paid for!!" Looking red-eyed Demon Death Hair White, while looking towards Simbar Buana, the anger of the Death Valley Party chief was almost at its peak.
"You won't get out of here alive.!!" sounding cold said the White Hair Death Devil, the grudge in his heart was so deep that he paid no more attention to his desire all along, to inaugurate that Death Valley Party.
"Saka! Command our men to slaughter all the white men in this Valley of Death! For the world to know the cruelty of the Valley of Death Party.!!" the command of the White Hair Death Devil on his subordinates was the Death Hand Demon whose real name was Saka.
"Good! Chief, all the Chief's orders will be carried out!" saka replied while bowing before the Death Devil White Hair and Peacock Sati. After saying that Saka also darted towards the entourage of Death Valley members and their supporters.
Saka whispered to some of the higher-ups of the College and the group that supported them, as soon as they all stood up.
"GROAN.....!!!"
Seriate...