The Return of the Celestial and Earth Emperor 2
Episodes 126. Amran and his Teacher Grandpa Boman

The morning sun came out of the contest, shining yellow rice fields on the hillsides of the Valley of the Wind, the reflection of sunlight from various plants gave rise to beautiful colors that tempestuous the soul. The cool and thin foggy atmosphere makes people pull the blanket back, the chirping of forest birds welcome to sing the sound of nature so sweet.

“Ciat! The Stork of Flying!”

“Hiak! Stork Sticks Clouds!”

In the thin fog of the hillside there was the sound of children practicing silat. This 10-year-old strong-bodied three-ranked white boy was actively practicing the sword guided by an old one-ranked yellow.

“Amran! Your jump is less high, while using the Stork's Stitch piercing the clouds! Study earnestly because the martial world is unforgiving”, An old grandfather teaches his students while sucking pipes casually.

“Good Teacher!”.

Amran continued to spin the wooden sword trying to jump as high as possible to perfect the white stork swordsmanship. This swordsmanship had once thrown the martial world several tens of years ago, but since Boman The Sword Stork disappeared a dozen years ago, this swordsmanship is no longer heard.

“Bomans! The Sword Stork! Don't run!”

Suddenly dozens of silver-ranked people ran fast towards the thud. The old grandfather called Boman immediately kept his pipe, his face looking deathly pale.

“Bula Buli! Two brothers?”

Grandpa Boman was shocked when he saw two middle-aged men leading a dozen people in black uniforms moving into place.

Amran stops the swordplay, he is attracted to the dozens of people he sees.

Everyone could recognize this group with a single look, as they all used brooches bearing the emblem of the Devil Cabak.

“Two Bangka Boman! Why don't you welcome our call? I told you, we will attack Mount Dawai in a few days, why are you still here? Though you know the consequences if you defy!” bula explained,

Bula has a higher posture than everyone in this group, even surpassing her twin brother Buli.

Bula and Buli both hold large swords that correspond to their body size, both known in the martial world as “Bula Buli The Mountain Destroyer.”

“I can not go, lately my body is sickly, sorry I can not come,” Grandpa Boman gave an excuse, even though he knows they do not want to hear any reason from him.

“Then, as custom! We will bring your head and your disciples to face the head of the Demon” Cabak Sect.

Buli turned her eyes to Amran who was just standing in front of her looking at the situation.

“You just cut the boy up, while Boman leave it to us only.”  Buli's orders to his men, Buli immediately pulled out the sword, moving quickly to attack Boman using his best moves.

First Movement! The Mountain-Destroying Sword!

White herons spread their wings!

Fierce two-on-one combat, Bula and Buli are two brothers whose attacks focus on power, while Grandpa Boman on speed and agility.

Sword clashing in the air, Grandpa Boman trying to defeat the Bula Buli brothers quickly, he began to worry about the safety of Amran his student who was surrounded by dozens of people.

“Amran run away! I'll try to hold them off as much as possible.” Boman's grandfather gouged back to keep his distance from the Bula Buli brothers.

Amran was desperate in a siege, he even just dodged the slash of the enemy sword, ‘Sial! It will be difficult, I only have a wooden sword, and this is very difficult in crippling opponents.’ Inner Amran, he occasionally glanced towards his teacher who was also pressed.

The Bula Buli brothers were very passionate in attacking Boman's grandfather, in addition to the power in the two brothers higher than Grandpa Boman, they also had much better weapons.

“Boman you're old, but you're still very agile, but anyway, today is the day of your death.” The Bula brothers quickly attacked Boman's grandfather again.

The second stage of the Mountain-Destroying Sword!

Buli turned his sword quickly, whirlwinds began to be created around him, the power of the whirlwind can make Grandpa Boman's thin body retreated a few steps, Grandpa Boman tried hard to use his inner strength to defend.

Suddenly Bula attacked him from the side. “Tua Bangka see where you are! View attack!” bula shouted while slashing with all her strength.

White Stork Defense!

The traaang!

Boman's grandfather's defense was unable to withstand Bula's sword full of energy, this slash hit his body and bounced several meters away, he sustained serious internal injuries and spewed blood from his mouth.

“Only this level alone the power of grandfather Boman the sword of the white crane, hahaha, what pity”.

The loud laughter of the Bula and Buli brothers jarring broke the concentration of Amran who was surrounded by dozens of yellow people.

White Stork Breaks Clouds!

His movements were so fast that he was able to knock down two enemies at once with a wooden sword puncture, he had to pay dearly for his recklessness, a slash wound visible on his back.

“Sial! My strength has not been able to defeat them, but I have to fight to save my teacher!” Amran tried to advance towards his teacher.

“Amran run, you shouldn't die here!”

Grandpa Boman can see himself no longer have a chance to live because of the wounds he has, but different story with Amran.

“Amran remember! In this world if we are not strong, then there is no help from anyone, now run away I will pave the way for you, for the last time”.

“No Teacher!” shouted Amran hysterically, he could surmise that his teacher was going to commit suicide.

Now that Grandpa Boman was looking at everyone with a serious look, he stood up again with the remnants of his strength.

“Bula Buli brothers! I will fight you today! Get ready!”

Seeing the seriousness of Boman's grandfather, the Bula Buli brothers again used their best style.

“Alright Boman! I've been looking forward to it for a long time, use your greatest strength! Go forward!”

The two of them were now preparing to receive Grandpa Boman's attack, but Boman actually reversed the direction of his attack towards the dozens of besiegers Amran.

White Stork Splitting Clouds!

Grandpa Boman's movement quickly tried to free his students, in a condition that was not prime he was only able to knock down three people and this was not enough to make Amran free from the siege. Grandpa Boman himself had run out of energy and was no longer able to move.

“Teacher!” shouted Amran desperately, his eyes fiery and vengeful look towards the forces of the Demon Cabak Sect.

On the other hand, Bula Buli was surprised to realize that Grandpa Boman's movements were not to fight him, but instead targeted dozens of other weak forces, this made them become angry.

“Dangerous you are Boman! Dare to act such a coward! Now die!”

The Bula Buli brothers quickly slashed at Grandpa Boman who had been dying.

Grooors! Grooors!

Suddenly the earth darkened for a moment, a mysterious giant creature flew in the sky, its shadow covering the earth. Bula Buli was startled, immediately jumping back a few steps stopping his attack, his eyes now directed towards the blue sky.

“Dragon!”

“There's Dragons!”

Everyone was terrified when they saw the gigantic dragon in the sky, it could be said that this creature resembled a dragon and was bigger than the original dragon.

“Giant dragon flies! He's heading to the whale peninsula!”

“Yes, but it's possible that the dragon flew to Mount Dawai! Lothawat! If such a large creature intervened, the Ghost Valley Alliance and the Demon Cabak Sect would have a hard time in this war.

“But good! He just passed by! If until the monster intervenes in this place, then we will all die”.

Various expressions of fear towards the flying monsters sounded from them. Now they just look calm again when they realize the dragon is just passing by.

“Already! Now let's finish off Boman and his students!”. Shouted Bull excitedly.

“Stop! Don't waste your lives! You better go home! Before it's too late!” the sweet voice of a girl was heard in their ears.

“Who are you! Show yourself!”

Everyone seemed to be on standby, as someone who could send a voice through the air was no ordinary swordsman.

The figure of the beautiful goddess dressed in luxurious clothes appeared among the mirage of fog with a small child in dry wood.

“Daughter Yara, these worms are your business?”

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