The Lost Prince
CHAPTER 171 THE POET'S WARRIOR FIGHT AGAINST THE WHITE POET
The night is crawling down slowly. Time is past the middle of the night. The cold increasingly crazily enveloped the area at the end of the village.
While the fight between Lord Regulus Cs against the Central Prince Cs is getting heated up, it is getting more exciting, and getting fiercer.
The thick fog did not block their very precise sight in fending off or attacking their respective opponents. The cold nights did not affect their movement, but they were agile, agile and fast.
Until now who do not know how many moves have been created each of the two camps there is no one who uses weapons. They still fight with their bare hands.
But even so the fight is not less like they use weapons; terrible and sadistic.
Each of those fighters fought 1 vs 1. Except Dhafin who fight against 2 opponents at once; Yellow Roses and White Roses. But even so there is no difficulty for Dhafin to face the two brothers.
Keep in mind, both Yellow Roses and White Roses, are not only famous for the greatness of their games in bed. But their martial arts and magic are even greater.
Although they are still relatively young, about 30 years old, but their greatness cannot be underestimated. Moreover, they fought both forwards at once.
But what was faced was Dhafin, one of the greatest champions owned by Centauri Palace. Not only martial arts and magic possessed by the handsome young man, but the inner energy that had combined with his supernatural energy was no less powerful.
How many times have the two brothers who love making fun of it to exert the science of attraction on Dhafin. But it has not been successful, because Dhafin always denied it with his knowledge.
But the two beautiful women dressed up funnily did not give up. They continue to fight against the young man who has captivated their hearts, how to conquer Dhafin without having to kill him.
While the fight elsewhere is not less exciting. And without feeling the fighters are getting away from the village, and getting closer to the edge of the forest.
It looks like Golok Hitam has used his black machete against Zafer. While Consort Ashana's son already knew where the greatness of his opponent. So without hesitation also fought using his golden yellow sword.
While both Regulus and Aziel seem to know where their respective prowess is. So without hesitation they directly use their respective weapons as well.
Mr. Regulus uses a large enough silver-white machete. Aziel used one of his Pair of Moon Swords. Then the fight between them grew more intense, more violent, and more terrifying.
While Demonic Poison Feminine and Hendry have not long ago also fought using their respective weapons.
The woman who often played poison used a weapon in the form of a dark purple iron stick, where the head of the stick was in the form of a wolf head.
Hendry uses a pair of swords. One was long and the other was rather short of his long sword.
Almost every attack for the sake of the attack that each of them emits sounds of metal clashing together loud enough, so as to make noise in the ears and make the heart sliced.
While neither the White Poet nor the Poet Swords have used weapons at all in their fights. It's just that they argue each other magic sometimes they apply to every attack they launch.
Like at the moment. Both of their palms already contained quite high magic power. Then they immediately slammed their palms forward. As soon as the four palms met at one midpoint....
Blaarrr! Blaarrr!
Instantly, two loud and violent explosions were heard simultaneously. Thus the loudness of the two explosions, making deaf ears and waking up all the night creatures that are around.
Explosions seemed to be splashing in all directions.
While both the Poet Swordsman and the White Poet are both dragged behind 1 spear. Gibson was 3 steps back. The White Poet is 4 steps back.
Not long each of the two fighters equally exerted pure energy to neutralize the conditions that had been affected by the magic power struggle earlier.
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For a while the two poets looked at each other sharply with threats. Each of them immediately discussed the power struggle in a moment ago.
The appearance of the White Poet's face becomes more intense when he learns that the energy in the Poet Swords is higher than his.
His mind immediately thought of some sly wits in order to defeat Gibson. If he cannot defeat, he must figure out how to escape.
You wimps!
"Are you the teacher of the Flower Picker Poet, the White Poet?" gibson asked immediately breaking the silence between them.
The White Poet's heart was shocked to hear Gibson's question. Of course the young man's guess was very precise. The poet of the Flower Picker is his student who has long been lost aka dead.
He only heard his comrades from Lengkara Kingdom that his disciple was killed. Who killed him is still unclear.
"Did you kill my student?" the poet asked, guessing.
"A despicable human like your disciple deserves more to die than to live long" Gibson said coldly. "Then I helped him so that he could be finished...."
"Agar dia berhenti berbuat nista," lanjutnya, "agar wanita terhormat menjadi sentosa...."
"Oh, what a pity, my first disciple has perished in your hand, young man," said the White Poet as if to compensate for Gibson's manner of speech. "I hope you don't mind if I kill you, so that the spirit of my disciple can smile happily inside his navel...."
Of course the words of the White Poet in verse are not empty words. He exerted all of his inner power through his sound waves. Because he already knows who he's dealing with.
"Before that, if I may know who you are," he continued, "so that later your tombstone can I engrave your name...."
Unnatural wind instantly blew around them. Slowly first. Long time starting to get tight.
"Haha...! Students without evil teachers, that is the title you carry to the afterlife.", said Gibson would not lose.
He also slowed down his sound waves with an inner energy chime with supernatural energy. And it is unmitigated that he mustered up to the final level.
"You only intend to kill me, but you cannot destroy me. While I not only intend, but able to make your life disappear...."
While the wind waves are getting crazier around them. Dry leaves fly, the night mist instantly disappears.
"Of course you still remember a noble woman named Brianna Faranisa.... After you snatched the sacred flower, then you threw it away, leaving it without sin...."
The poet White tried hard not to be surprised. Because if that happens, of course Gibson's inner energy will be faster to harm him.
But she still remembered the noble woman named Brianna Faranisa, the girl who had given up her chastity for loving her. After sipping the sacred flower from the woman, he left her and never saw her again.
"Without ever shirking if in the garba of his womb harbored your filthy nutfah. Then your blasphemy grew in her belly, while the noblewoman hid her face in shame to bear the fruits of your depravity...."
"Then was born an illegitimate child, the result of your depravity and a cruel and despicable noblewoman...."
"Yes.., she is indeed a cruel and despicable woman for having the heart to throw away her orok that is still red, leaving her abandoned to be played by the cruelty of the world.., for not being able to bear the shame and reproach of the world...."
From Gibson's lengthy account, the White Poet is almost certain that the child born from an illicit relationship is the young man in front of him. If that's true, then he'll play his part now.
"Was...is the child born of Brianna's womb you..., my son...?" said the White Poet began to skit with his regretful speech style.
"After everything that happened you still dare to call me your son, a wicked man?" gibson said his voice grew cold amid the pain of his heart.
"You don't say that, my son," the style of the White Poet's language is made even more contrite. "I am indeed a useless father, who has forsaken his fleshly blood for the mere pursuit of lust...."
"I forgive your father's helplessness, my son. I will bow down before you, begging for your forgiveness and your forgiveness... Your poor father is sorry.... I've been sorry...."
"Haha...! Look at you, Poet Hina," said Gibson, completely unaffected by the play of the White Poet. "After you have perished in my hand, you quickly make a show before me...."
"You spewed out of your dirty mouth false words of regret, hoping I would forgive your deed...."
"Don't fantasize, Old Man, I'll never forgive you, for I swore I would take your life away...."
"Prepare to take your death, White Poet!"
After that Gibson half stretched his right hand to the side slightly forward. Then some shock following his sword which was emitting a yellow radiance instantly appeared within the grasp of his hand.
"Based on a bad boy!" snarled the White Poet growled furiously as his charade was unsuccessful. "Well if you want to die young, I will grant you!"
Then he acts like Gibson. And before long in his right hand had been grasped by a one-eyed long sword. Then it immediately shot forward attacking Gibson ferociously.
Gibson did not wait for the attack to arrive. He immediately greeted the depraved human attack. Not long after, the two men who turned out to be father and son were again involved in the fight.
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Meanwhile, the fight between Dhafin against Yellow Roses and White Roses continues to be more exciting. Each of them used a weapon.
Dhafin uses his Sword of the Hereafter. While the two brothers also used sword weapons with handles carved in roses; yellow Roses, White Roses in white.
Until one day Dhafin fended off the sword of the two beautiful women not far in front of his face. Then unexpectedly the two women exhaled a sparkling steam from their mouths onto Dhafin's face.
But Dhafin, who had always been on alert for the cheating attacks, soon realized the dangerous attack.
After taking his sword out of his grasp and his sword instantly disappeared, with a very quick movement he pushed his palms in front of his face, then bounces back even faster.
So a series of winds immediately blew off the steam triggers the lustre that came out of the mouth of the Yellow Rose and White Rose. Then the dangerous vapors mercilessly returned to their respective masters.
Indeed, neither the Yellow Rose nor the White Rose expected that Dhafin would be able to evade their attacks. It was more unexpected that their attacks could be returned.
Because it was too late to make preparations finally eating weapons master. The steam triggers directly hit their faces and eyes. And immediately their movements stopped.
But shortly thereafter, the steam trigger had reacted. The face of Yellow Roses and White Roses looks red blushing omens are already in high-level lustrous fashion.
As soon as they saw Dhafin standing quietly not far in front of them, the sword was instantly thrown away, then they dashed towards Dhafin while saying full of fervor.
"My dear...."
"My love...."
While Dhafin remained silent in his place, as if waiting for the arrival of the two women to make love. But both of his palms were wrapped in a clear white light with a very cold air.
Once the two women were 2 steps less in front of him, Dhafin quickly and strongly slammed his palms that already contained the magic to the chest puffed the two women.
Right hand palm to Yellow Rose twin hill, left palm to White Rose twin hill.
The two women did not care about the dangerous attack, as their minds were already possessed by an acute lust. Then the attack hit the target.
Bugh!
Bugh!
"Yes...!"
"Aach...!"
Instantly the two women were thrown backwards with a loud scream. And while they were in the air, instantly their bodies turned frozen like ice sculptures. Once it had fallen on the grassy ground it instantly shattered into pieces.
Finish the Yellow Roses and White Roses due to their own carelessness.
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