The Dragon Warrior Sakti
Mystery of the Death Palace. Mad Swordsman
The air is so hot. The sun burns like the entire surface of the earth. No wind blows, no birds chirp. The wind seemed reluctant to blow in the heat of the sun this afternoon. The air that was so hot was not felt by an old man who was walking down the path in the middle of the forest.
A tree branch was seen in its claps on every tree trunk and grass that passed through it. Occasionally he gulped wine from the urn in his left hand. The old man was Deja Wantara's grandfather. He saw a large building like a palace far enough in front of him.
The big building is like a magnificent palace. There is no fortress surrounding it. Only trees grew irregularly in the former front square of the old building.
Ready it!
Suddenly an object the size of a thumb of a hand shot like lightning towards Deja Wantara's grandfather. Mad Swordsman instantly twisted his body and shook the wooden twig in his right hand.
The truck!
The black object as big as a thumb was mentally hit by a slash of twigs in the hands of Deja Wantara's grandfather. But the twig in the hands of Deja Wantara's grandfather was crushed into dust like burning. Deja Wantara's grandfather threw a piece of twig that stayed for about a month in his grasp.
"Cockfighting! Who's playing with me, heh!" grumpy grandpa Deja Wantara. As soon as the old man glanced towards the object stuck on the tree trunk. Grandpa Deja Wantara's eyes wide. It turned out that the object was quite long, about an inch long as an adult. The color of the object is black at the end there is a red line. Both ends are pointed. It looks like one end is stuck deep enough in the tree trunk.
"Fire Lotus Party..," his grandfather Deja Wantara softly sighed. Not yet had the old man do something, from behind the bush of the forest sprung people in black clothes. On the chest of their clothes was a picture of a fire-red lotus.
The men wore three bracelets on their wrists. Mad Swordsman twisted his body, it looked as if those people had housed him. Their number was no less than fifteen people, among those people only one person wearing a bracelet numbered five.
"He he he..," Deja Wantara's grandfather chuckled, trying to suppress his shock.
"You've gone too far to interfere in this business, Ki Deja Wantara, you've troubled the Lotus Fire Party too much" said the person wearing the five-piece bracelet.
That person still looked young, his face was quite handsome. But he was actually fifty years old. Yet the look in his eyes was so sharp it exuded cruelty and cruelty. Her thin lips never showed a smile.
"You know my real name? Who the hell are you?" somewhat surprised Deja Wantara's grandfather, because the person mentioned his real name that people rarely know.
"I am Parang Saraja, I have been tasked with stopping any of your lunge that interferes with our plans, the Fire Lotus Party," said the man, introducing himself.
"Where do you know about me?" ask Deja Wantara's grandfather who is better known as the Mad Swordsman.
"You don't need to know where I found out about you, what you need to know, you have to die today!" it was so cold that Parang Praja's words were.
"He he he....! Try..," replied the Mad Swordsman instead chuckling.
"Prepare to die, Ki Deja Wantara!"
After saying so. Parang Praja waved her hand, then four people immediately jumped in front of Deja Wantara's grandfather and drew a black-colored machete on their waists. At the end of the hilt was a red line.
So agile to the four Parang Praja men showed off their ability to play machete.
"He he he...!" grandpa Deja Wantara even chuckled. The old man even seemed to get an interesting spectacle, he even sat on the ground with his leisure. Grandpa Deja Wantara even gulped wine from inside the urn he brought. But one gulp, the wine is over.
"Huh! Why don't I bring the new one," grumbled Deja Wantara's grandfather. The old man did not care about his surroundings at all. It made the people who surrounded him so grimace. The person they surrounded with unsheathed weapons was calm. They even raved and scratched the ground.
"Yepy...!"
"Heaaa.....!"
Four people who had shown off his cleaver moves, immediately jumped to attack Deja Wantara's grandfather. Four machetes scattered quickly to lock the old man. But it is really hard to believe, it turns out that the Mad Swordsman even contorting his body that is still sitting on the ground.
More surprisingly, the attack of the fourth machete was not able to urge Deja Wantara's grandfather. Not even one of their four weapons could touch his opponent. Of course the four people were astonished and became very curious.
"All attacked...!!" shouted Parang Praja loudly.
Instantly the other people in black immediately jumped to attack while unsheathing the machete on their waists. Mad Swordsman bounces himself into the air, having salted twice in the air. Parang Praja suddenly shook her hands towards Deja Wantara's grandfather.
The set!
Instantly it was seen a black object along one inch of an adult darting fast like lightning spinning towards the Mad Swordsman, it seemed to disappear in the swirl of the old man's body. Suddenly it slid back towards Parang Praja faster than when he threw it.
"Fuck up! Hup! Hiya...!"
Parang Praja quickly banged the body, so that the weapon just passed under his body, and stuck on the ground until it sank deep enough. After spinning in the air Deja Wantara's grandfather darted and landed in front of Parang Praja so lightly.
Not yet had the old man in the white musty shirt done anything. The people behind him jumped behind him. Mad Swordsman quickly twisted his body while smashing his hands forward.
Maidservant! Maidservant!
"Aach.......!"
Aaakh....!"
Twice there were screams of pain, two people in black with the image of a fire-red lotus were thrown to the ground, both flashing and drenched in blood. The necks of the two were torn apart like the claws of a tiger.
Grandfather Deja Wantara twisted his body so quickly back to face Parang Praja, while moving his hands so quickly towards the face of the person wearing the five-piece bracelet.
"Hup!"
The rush of Parang Praja pulled his body back, so that the claws of Deja Wantara's grandfather's hand did not hit his face. His opponent had not had time to catch his breath The old warrior had again darted, his fingers stretched stiffly to form claws, ready to tear his opponent's body.
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Seriate....