The Lost Prince
CHAPTER 91 THE ENDING OF THE STORY OF THE POET OF THE PLUCKERS
The Flower-Pickering Poet slammed his sword fiercely and quickly into Gibson's sword. Clearly the blow was channeled with deep energy and high devotion.
Gibson's sword is no ordinary sword. Clearly the tank was drained of deep energy and high magic as well.
What happened after that due to the meeting of the 2 great inner powerhouses?
The traaang...!
Wmuummm...!
Immediately there is an explosion or thump that is quite powerful. So that the place around it is like a temahara. The earth is shaking like a local lindu.
The explosion wave continued in all directions. Sweep anything to form a large circle and soar high into the air to block the view. The blast wave only stopped at a radius of about 7 spears.
What happened to those two fighters?
The Flower Picker Poet was thrown backwards 3 spears. However he could still control the throws of his body so that landing on the ground was quite soft.
Gibson was not thrown. But both of his legs slid a little into the ground. While the situation around the place on foot has been clean as wiped out.
While Dhafin, Kayshila and the purple-clothed girl who were around a dozen spears from the battle area did not experience significant events due to the explosion. It's just that Dhafin has not had time to treat the purple dress girl because the atmosphere of the place is still rowdy.
Once the state of nature had calmed down again, then Dhafin began to treat the purple dress girl. Since she was still unconscious, Kayshila helped to seat the purple-clothed girl.
While the Flower Picker Poet, as soon as a pair of his legs had stood firmly on the ground, after pushing both feet firmly, then darted towards Gibson very quickly while swinging his sword gently.
Gibson is not waiting for another attack. He darted also swiftly forward to meet the lewd poet's attack while swinging his sword which emitted a yellow radiance.
So when the 2 young men meet, it does not take long the fight is re-created. And this fight is a very exciting fight. Where clever and fast sword moves are displayed.
The clanking of metallic sounds clashing against each other sounded shrill as well as shuddering, making the atmosphere of the place a horror. Not to mention the sparks as the 2 sword weapons exchanged blows in the air.
While the air around the fight turned hot. Because the energy released by the two fighters turned out to be heat energy. Plus the sun shines in broad daylight. It adds to the atmosphere becoming hot.
Two young men still continue to fight to defend their lives or eliminate their lives. Their movements in playing sword moves were very agile and fast. For ordinary people it is difficult to follow their fight so quickly.
So that what is seen is only white shadows and red shadows are bland. Accompanied by the yellow light and white light that hit. Continues to create sparks that spread into the air.
It is indeed worth recognizing the prowess of the Flower Picker Poet. He boasted his prowess was not something empty. And it can be said that it is appropriate that he is arrogant about the greatness of his knowledge.
While Gibson is more worthy to be recognized his greatness. Since the fight had already consumed 3x the rice harvest, he still followed the attack pattern and fighting speed of the Flower Picker Poet.
That means Gibson hasn't unleashed all the prowess he has. While the lewd poet had desperately attacked Gibson, he had not yet been able to subvert it. Even though he is safe too.
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Meanwhile, Dhafin had already healed the deep wound of the purple-clothed girl which was indeed not too severe.
Right now they were watching the fight between Gibson and the Flower Picker Poet while talking. More precisely the one chatting with each other was Kayshila and the purple-clothed girl. While Dhafin only watched the fight, did not see the two girls talking.
Actually Kayshila had guessed that the purple-clothed girl who was almost sputtered by a lewd poet had ever known him. It's just that he's still not convinced by his conjecture.
Actually Kayshila was about to help the purple dress girl who turned out to be Fariza Luna. But Dhafin does not allow. Because I thought someone would help Fariza Luna. And it turns out that it was true that Gibson had managed to save him.
That's why Miss Fariza collapsed, Kayshila immediately secured her by bringing her here.
As for Miss Fariza, seeing Kayshila, guessed the same thing. He also knew Kayshila. And it turned out that her guess was right when Kayshila introduced herself. Not forgetting to introduce Dhafin.
Please note that Dhafin and Kayshila, when they came here, they had already opened their disguises. So it wasn't too long for Fariza to know her best friend back then.
Likewise with Dhafin who since childhood to adulthood like today his handsome face is not too much changed. Fariza had seen him as a child. So it's not hard to know.
After they vented the excitement mixed because they had met again, they told each other about their experiences for 8 years apart.
But Kayshila hasn't told me that she's actually a noble, rather a princely princess.
After hearing Kayshila's story that for 8 years she continued with Dhafin, Fariza became suspicious that Dhafin and Kayshila must have had a special relationship.
But later he will ask for clarity when alone with Kayshila. If asked now while there was still Dhafin, Fariza was embarrassed as well.
After Kayshila told her why she and Dhafin got here, Fariza's turn now tells her why she got stray in this place.
Fariza said that in fact she was in order to carry out the secret duties of Her Majesty the Queen (without mentioning the name of the queen).
He accidentally met a young man who was always longed to meet, namely Gibson in one of the cities in the Kingdom of Bentala. So he followed along to where Gibson was going.
Long story short, until finally Fariza chased the young man of his heart to the end of the city west of the Kingdom of Amerta.
Kayshila said that almost the Flower Picker Poet harmed him if not helped by Gibson. And at this moment the two young men were still fighting each other fiercely.
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Back to the fight....
Gibson felt that it was enough to follow the pattern of attacks and feel the power of magic deployed by the Flower-Picking Poet. At the moment, the fight has consumed so much.
Then in the next scene Gibson changed the pattern of his attack. And slowly slowly increasing the power of his holy energy.
At first the lewd poet had not realized. But once 4 moves have passed he just realized. But consciousness is meaningless. Because he had already reached the peak in exerting all his strength. Gibson knows where his powers are.
So that not until the rice passed he was desperate. Slowly he was pressed. Until he finally got pushed.
The Flower Picker Poet was more about fending off attacks than attacking at the moment. Because his chance to strike back was almost nonexistent.
Strongly and quickly Gibson swung his sword at the deadly target on the lewd poet's body. But it can still be fended off by lewd poets.
But he again grimaced with the pain because his hand was tingling. And then back one step.
While Gibson again hit his sword with a strong 2x in a row.
The lacing of the first sword of the Flower-Picking Poet could still fend off with great difficulty. The 2nd sword blow was also still deflectable.
But it caused the hand that was grasping the sword to crash to the right side. But the sword was still clasped in the right hand.
While the lewd poet's defense was wide open, without wasting a chance Gibson immediately turned the body while sending a fluttering kick to the left leg.
Bugh!
"Akh...!"
So loud and powerful that Gibson's back kick hit his chest. Until he was lined up a few steps back while screaming. But he tried not to fall.
But just as the feet of the Flower-Pickering Poet stopped, Gibson flicked his sword forcefully from top to bottom to left.
So from his sword came a curved beam like a yellow crescent moon and immediately shot towards the lewd poet quickly.
The lewd poet has no chance to escape. So he recklessly crossed his sword in front of his chest deflecting the yellow rays that were already close to him.
His efforts did indeed manage to make the curved yellow beam split in two. But as a result he was thrown quite far back.
His loud screaming mouth spurted fresh blood splashing into the air. His sword slipped out of his grasp. And before it fell to the ground, the sword had already turned back into a fan.
While the Flower Picker Poet, as soon as his body fell onto the grassy ground it made quite a loud thud.
For a while the lewd poet lay silent on the grassy ground. But his chest seemed to be going uphill. While the mouth is full of blood.
Soon, he slowly got up. But his body looked limp as his feet rested on the ground again. His head feels dizzy. His pair of pushy eyes stared at Gibson who was still standing firmly in his place.
For a moment he exerted his magic power throughout his body to normalize his tired condition. Then both of his legs were stretched to the side a little.
Then he moved both of his palms in front of his chest several times with a certain and strange movement. Then immediately both hands up to the elbow wrapped in white light that gives off heat.
While Gibson knew that the Flower-Pickering Poet was about to complain to him.
So after hiding his sword back, he also made a strange palm move in front of his chest several times.
As soon as his palms stopped, he knew that both of his palms were wrapped in red rays like embers. And as soon as the Flower Picker Poet pushed both of his palms forward he also pushed both of his palms forward.
So two different colors of light but both send a very hot air shot at high speed forward. And once the two rays meet at the midpoint....
Blaaarr....!
"Yes...!"
Then again a terrible explosion was heard. Earth is back. The sky seems to collapse.
While the Flower Picker Poet instantly crashed backwards quite far. His death-criticizing mouth returned blood to the air. His chest was broken.
As soon as he fell to the ground like a rotten piece of trash, it rolled several times. After that, no longer wiggle. His white clothes looked dirty with blood.
Gibson is still in place. There was no meaningful influence on him. His face was a little stiff.
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