The Dragon Warrior Sakti
The Andalas Island. Bag, 9
Loka Satria College, a small college mentored by a swordsman who can be said to be quite young, is, Satria Kelana is the son of Kelana jaka who is a famous swordsman who was quite famous in his time in the southern area of the island of andalas.
Satria Kelana made a college on the edge of the village where he lived. Satria Kelana lost to two members of the Black Lotus Party.
Now the Kelana Satria must accept the offer or the college is destroyed if it does not accept being a member of the Black Lotus Party.
Meanwhile, in a white college led by an elder with the title Datuk Putih. Datuk Putih, whose real name is Bidawaran, a swordsman from the foot of Mount Salak.
The students of White Stork College seemed to be practicing this morning, their voices were loud in the morning.
"How are our students developing?" asked Datuk Bidarawan to a man who was about forty-five years old.
"Ruby, Dad. But none of our students have advanced yet, they have only average talent" the man replied.
"You have to be patient in educating them. They we are educated not from small, other than they have no good bones, Sudrajat," said Datuk Bidarawan to his son.
"Yes, I'm patient, Dad. Seeing them training with passion alone, I was already happy," Sudrajat replied with a small laugh.
"O, yes, Dad. I heard that the Black Lotus Party began to conquer several universities, including white silat colleges," Sudrajat said.
"I also heard, it looks like the prophecy of the Sinting Diviner will come true" replied Datuk Bidarawan.
"What did the Sinting Astrologer say, Father?" tanya Sudrajat was curious.
"Sinting fortune teller says there will be a black party that will create chaos in the world of the land andalas this," Datuk Bidarawan looked pensive considering his meeting with the Sinting Seer a few full moon ago.
"White Bangau, there will be a black party that will make trouble in the martial world and two black people will work together. Swordsman from the Dragon Valley will disappear" said the Sinting Diviner at the time.
"What's going to happen, Dad?"
"The Sinting fortune teller did not explain, that's how the old man told. There's always a riddle in his words,"
Just as they were about to head towards the White Stork Institution, suddenly two black shadows darted in front of them.
"Ha ha ha...! It just so happens that the White Storker is here, so we don't have to deal with the claws" said one of the two men.
"Who are you, what do you want?" ask Datuk Bidarawan in a flat voice. Sudrajat seemed to be on alert to see the logic of the two people was not good.
"I, of the Black Lotus Party. My name is Brata Sona, I'm the chairman of the Yellow Tiger College" he replied with a stupor.
"What do you want, kids?" asked Datuk Bidarawan so calmly.
"This is a letter from our Chairman of the Red Devils Lifesaver and Black Dragon Swordsman, you are asked to come in the inauguration of the Black Lotus Party four full moons in advance, on the top of a mountain of detail!" said the Chairman of the Yellow Tiger College.
"If we refuse how?" Grandfather looked so calm. Sudrajat was getting restless.
"That means you should teach me a lesson!" snapped Brata Sona while pointing at the face of the Grandfather.
"You don't know manners, do you? talk to an older person!" said Sudrajat began to ride apitam.
About twenty more students of White Stork College seemed to immediately hold a siege on the two black warriors.
Brata Sona's friend seemed silent, she was a member of the Black Lotus Party of the Red Scorpion College.
"You back off, they are not your opponents" Sudrajat ordered in a flat tone.
"Ha ha ha.....! You realize you won't be able to beat me!" ledek Brata Sona so look down on Sudrajat.
"If you haven't tried, who knows, kisanak!" answer Sudrajat fierce. Sudrajat is the only son of the White Storker for a swordsman maybe he is not a swordsman who has talent or good bones in the business of magic.
But Sudrajat has learned a lot in his life, salt acid martial world has been tasted a lot.
The two black figures threatening without a fight was extremely unlikely. Fortunately, the father is currently in college, so the possibility of Sudrajat losing is still fifty, fifty.
Brata Sona looked furious with Sudrajat's challenge, the Chairman of the Yellow Tiger College took a swing to attack.
"I warn you once again, you should submit under the banner of the Black Lotus Party or this College will not be safe!" brata Sona's.
"We're not necessarily losing to the Yellow Tiger School, you've been roaring all you want!" answer Sudrajat in a flat tone but signifies a challenge.
"Dead you....!!" snapped Brata Sona, after that the chairman of the Yellow Tiger College jumped towards the chairman of the White Stork College.
"Hup!" Sudrajat who had been prepared to move directly to the front while stepping on the Brata Sona attack.
Taps!
"Heeh...!" Brata Sona was quite surprised once his kick was easily fielded by Sudrajat.
"Heeaaah..!" Brata Sona again thrust forward with both hands forming claws. But Sudrajat nimbly managed to avoid Brata Sona's finger claw.
Even quickly enough Sudrajat gave a kick from the bottom after pulling his body backwards.
Dik!
Brata Sona was forced to clink her body into the air avoiding Sudrajat's kick. As soon as Brata Sona set foot on the ground, Sudrajat was already in front of her with the style 'Mangau Sakti. Third level, Bangau Penetrating Clouds.
Jemari Sudrajat, which resembles a stork's head, scatters towards Brata Sona's left neck and chest. The man cursed in his heart for taking his enemy for granted.
Brata Sona tried to avoid Sudrajat's attack fast enough. Although managed to avoid, Brata Sona made a fog by Sudrajat's style.
"Yepy..!"
Brata Sona jumped towards the back after trying hard to avoid Sudrajat's attack so strong and fast.
"Keep him... Gurus... Defeat him...!"
Cheers of the White Stork College students who watched their leader fight. Especially now that Sudrajat is in the upper hand.
"Bad! I didn't think that I would be overwhelmed by the storks of White Stork College!" swearing Brata Sona in the heart.
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