THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
NIGHT BEETLE SWORDSMAN (2)

Outwardly, however, the fist will not win against the knee. And it is very dangerous for a man to strike with a fist if he continues his intention to strike a hard knee with his fist. But Pendekar Kumbang Malam did not withdraw his attack at all. 

“Ageng Comal!! Quickly pull your hand!” shouted one person below the stage shouting a warning. 

But, “Braak!” 

Kasip. The gamelan art leader screamed. His body was knocked unconscious on the stage floor. His kneecap bones were shattered, his own legs were almost torn apart. All eyes glared. All faces pale and all mouths gawking. How not, the young man in black robes on the stage knocked down his opponent without shifting a single step. 

In another, another person jumped on stage. That person was Rantas Madan who had been unable to hold back his hot heart ever since. 

The Night Beetle Swords a mocking look at the old man. “You also want to find disease huh?!” the hardic. 

“As long as there is still time to kneel for mercy! Your punishment must be lenient!,” said Rantas Madan. 

Night Beetle Swordsman laughed. “Don't ngaco, old man! If you want to be silly, come!” 

Of course, being challenged in such a way makes Ki Lurah Rantas Madan even more furious. Without waiting any longer this man who had been studying magic at Mount Simping pounced to the face. Within a distance of one meter his attack had caused a sharp whistling wind and hit towards the Night Beetle Swordsman. Who was attacked by the understanding that his opponent this one is different from the previous two people. 

Without stopping his laughter earlier, the Night Beetle Swordsman then raised and waved his left hand to the face. A blast of strong wind that shook the stage was whistling Ki Lurah Rantas Madan's body. Ki Lurah Rantas Madan's attack instantly collapsed and his own body was then lifted into the air as high as five spears, almost heading the roof of the stage. 

Deftly Ki Lurah Rantas Madan somersaulted in the air then with a lightning motion swooped and smashed his right hand towards the opponent.This is the style of “Walet Swooping Valley!” 

The handsome but fierce-looking young man was shocked when he felt a hot wind strike his head. Quickly he collapsed his waist-length body and sent back a long-range punch with his right hand. Ki Lurah Rantas Madan was heard screaming. His body mentally went up, smashed and broke into the roof of the stage, vanishing from the scene, to then sound thumping his body nine spears on the ground behind the stage. When he fell on his head first, his neck was broken. His life. 

Ning Leswani and the few women who were there screamed. Together with his mother, the female friends were about to run after his father, but Rana Wulung and another, arrested them. Rana Wulung is a learned young man who does not know any martial arts. But witnessing the death of his father and father-in-law was a dark sight. The wedding jewelry keris inserted at the waist is immediately removed. When he jumped onto the stage his right leg almost tripped.

 “Ho-ho! Temanten also want to follow suit for thumping?!” shouted the Night Beetle Swordsman. 

“Kub kill you motherfucker!” rana Wulung. The keris in his right hand was thrust as hard and as fast as possible into the chest of the Night Beetle Swordsman. 

“Solly boy!” maki Swordsman Night Beetle. 

Once the young man in black robes moved his hand, then the keris held by Rana Wulung was seized, clamped between the middle finger and index finger of his right hand. The laughing voice of the Night Beetle Swordsman could be heard roaring all over the stage. Rana Wulung's anger and heartache is unspeakable. With both fists outstretched he charged into the face. 

“And right!” snarl Bendekar Kumbang Malam. “Still not seeing the height of the deep mountain of the ocean!” 

And this human immediately greeted Rana Wulung's attack with a death kick that leads to the hull. If only Rana Wulung was a person who knew a little silat, in his position like that, he was actually still able and had the opportunity to dodge or kink or at the same time jump quickly to the side. 

But....

When death is in sight, when death is about to take away, then unexpectedly, at that time also from under the west stage shot an object that gives off a sparkling light. This object shot towards the right leg of the Night Beetle Swordsman who sought death in the stomach of Rana Wulung. 

Of course the Night Beetle Swordsman became surprised and was forced to withdraw his attack. The sparkling thing passed by and hit the taron so that this sounding device flipped over and fell apart. What is so great and who throws it? Who has helped Rana Wulung from the dead?! 

“Sy supporters! Quick to unload yourself,” shouted the Night Beetle Swordsman was furious. 

His pair of ferocious eyes swept towards the stage item. In the western part of the stage stood a few people. The sharp eyes of the Night Beetle Swordsman did not succeed this time guessing who the human who had thrown the secret weapon earlier. 

Angrily the Night Beetle Swordsman raised his right hand into the air and shouted, “If no one points himself, everything on the western stage must be cubic!” 

An old man standing behind a chair in the western part of the stage coughed several times. This man was well dressed and in a high hat adorned with beads. Clearly this indicates that he was a noble or a tyrant. He lifted the chair in front of him to the side and stepped onto the face of the stage, stopping two spears from the stage. 

“Quickly tell who you are!” snarl Bendekar Kumbang Malam. His right hand had still not been lowered and now his open palm was directed at the well-dressed old man. 

“I'm just a guest who visited this wedding party, young man..” 

“Hem... Only one guest would dare to intervene! science throwing secret weapons is not the coward you rely on?!” 

The old man coughed again. “Although only a bad guest like this,” said, “I am also a good friend of the host and his ironclad. It is not good to see the fate of friends who are ill-fated without being willing to intervene!” 

“Oo so? Nice!” said Pendekar Kumbang Malam. “Can you take my right hand hit?!” 

The well-dressed old man laughed coldly. “Young people, your guts are huge. Dear your crimes and your satisfaction is much greater, so that this old me must not be able to stand on my hands.” 

“Those jerks who don't know Mount Semeru in front of the nose! Accept this Corn Tread blow!”

The old man quickly stepped aside to the side as the Night Beetle Swordsman slammed his right palm forward. Everyone was surprised when they saw how the old land where the old man dressed well had become a big hole in the hall of science punch 'Tapak Jagat’ the young man in black robes. 

The sand flew, the somersaults broke and the earth shook. If only the parents did not get away quickly, can not imagine what will happen with him. But at that time everyone and the Night Beetle Swordsman himself equally understood that the old man is not an arbitrary parent. Not just anyone who can avoid the blow 'Tapak Jagat” it.

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