The Fighter
Chapter 221 Unjust Treatment
All the soldiers from both sides, stopped their attacks when there was a powerful explosion from the Wisanggeni attack directed at Panjalu. Even the impact of the attack, there was a small earthquake in the kingdom. Royal soldiers from the Tapak Geni college look pale, seeing their Master Panjalu seemed overwhelmed and in pain facing Wisanggeni. Instead, the soldiers led by Prince Abhiseka seemed excited, and spurred their spirit to immediately end the war.
With a sneering smile, Wisanggeni jumped up and stood in front of the severely injured Panjalu. But apparently the old man had backup power, with one jump the old body covered in blood again berkidi and faced with Wisanggeni. The smell of blood rancid back into the sense of smell Wisanggeni.
"Your strength can also be young.. But don't you become more arrogant and even, you won't easily be able to defeat me. Remember my name is Panjalu.., the leader of Tapak Geni college, and also the leg from Tumbak Seto." while wiping his mouth that looks red due to fresh blood, Panjalu mocked and spoke with Wisanggeni. The old man looks like he has his own grudge to see Wisanggeni, when he finds out that the young man is the cause of his sister's death.
"Whatever you say old man.. Your place is not accepted in this world.., your body already smells of earth.., return immediately to the ground. "with a sneering smile, Wisanggeni looked back at the man with a cynical look.
"Karara Rekso's... Sapta Jati.., join.." there came a shout from the old man's mouth. Unexpectedly, a scroll of black smoke seemed to envelop the magical sword that was in the old man's hands. In the darkness of the black smoke, rays of embers appeared from inside the scroll. With a cynical smile.., while occasionally wiping the blood that is still flowing on his face, Panjalu again jumped and attacked Wisanggeni.
With his bare hands, Wisanggeni blocked the attack of the old man. A sense of heat flowed quickly from Wisanggeni's hand to all the male limbs. But the concern has been much done by Wisanggeni, so that hot coals that feel burning his body this time, not so felt by the young man.
"My strength.., come.." suddenly a vortex of wind appeared suddenly from above the sky. The black clouds rolled rapidly, and the atmosphere in the place became pitch-black as the thick black clouds rolled and sucked into the vortex.
"Ha., ha.., ha. Unite with my strength.., come. ha.., ha.., ha.." Panjalu suddenly laughed out loud, his hands twirling around trying to control the whirlwind. The man was completely indifferent to the flow of fresh blood coming out from within his body, and it seemed that the man had already been absorbed and fused with the power it exerted.
Wisanggeni narrowed his eyes, his aura flooded out, and the man had absolutely no intention of closing his exit, so a torrential aura flowed out past the pores of the male body. Cold air like flowing and blowing along with the outflow of the inner aura of the young man. After a while, all of a sudden both of Wisanggeni's eyes closed for a moment, then his lips smiled, and the man opened his eyes later...
"Clap.., jleb.. jeglarr.." The knife mustika nabau glowed purplishly floated quickly from the man's hand, and suddenly entered into the black whirlwind.
The black vortex suddenly swirled like an ember. The orange color of the fire, slowly like fighting with the purple color, and suddenly the purple color dominated the vortex, and..
The staff is also in a not much better condition. His bones felt like they were being passed out, instantly a sense of weakness seemed to lock him up. The man felt all his strength was being absorbed, and only smiled wryly sitting down near the location of the fight. However, it was unexpected that suddenly two young men quickly approached, and took him away from the scene of the battle.
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At another location
Seeing that their teacher had ended horribly, the soldier who was a student of the Geni Tread College became topsy-turvy. They ran around a lot to escape, no longer willing to fight with the soldiers formed by Prince Abhisheka. In the royal palace, Prince Prakosa looks pale to hear reports from the latest battle situation. Together with two young women, Prakosa intends to escape through a secret passage built by the king of Achala. Through the road, Prakosa can use it to escape, because the road will connect with the suburbs of Laksa.
But just a few steps Prince Prakosa walked, in front of him stood a young man. And how surprised Prince Prakosa was, after clearly staring at the man who was standing in the way and blocking his steps. Prince Abhiseka with a cynical look, looked at Prince Prakosa with a look of disdain.
"Blood is indeed a liquid, which will flow down. That is also true for you Prakosa.., your mother's dirty blood turned out to flow profusely and flooded your body. There was not the slightest bit left for the flow of blood from the prabu Achala.." cynically, Prince Abhiseka spoke sarcasm to the man. His eyes seemed to be unblinking, staring intently at the son of the royal sleir.
"Close your mouth Abhiseka.., just because the attention and affection of the father prabu flowed on you, do not act so fondly before me.." with a pushy gaze, Prince Prakosa looked back at Prince Abhiseka's eyes.
"Ha.., ha..., ha..., you think that homo prabu is acting unfairly towards you..?? Don't you realize Prakosa.., all the time.., who is closer to the prabu romo? Who spends more money on prabu romo to play women.., who is Prakosa? My time is more unfortunate in the martial world, is not it too excessive if you accuse me of being treated special by prabu. If so, however, it does not offend Paugeran Prakosa.., for I am the son of the queen mother, not the son of a concubine who betrayed the father." laughing out loud.., Prince Abhiseka opened and reminded of the unjust actions intended by Prince Prakosa.
"You talk too much Abhiseka.., accept this.., Ajian Punjul Antakusuma... bluarrr.." an unseen spear with five spearheads pointed forward. From each tip of the spear, it emitted a hot light of various colors. With his bow, Prince Prakosa twirled the supernatural spear using his right hand.
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