THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
PEARL BELT

“Old man, do you still act cowardly not want to tell me the name?!” 

“Ah, my name or who I am you don't need to know. I asked, are you going to leave here or not?!” 

“Brogging is” said Pendekar Kumbang Malam. “Don't think I'm jerking towards you. Please come on stage!” 

The old man let out a long sigh and rubbed his hands together. “Rupanya indeed I have to intervene unmitigated,” he said slowly but quite audible by everyone. 

“Betul! Indeed in the martial world should not be responsible!” the Night Beetle Swordsman. “If you dare to look for things, you can not bear to surrender your soul!” 

And a moment later the two men had faced each other on the stage, witnessed by dozens of pairs of eyes, witnessed by Rana Wulung who was then away to the corner of the stage. Rana doesn't know who the old man is. But he understood that this old man was highly knowledgeable and Rana Wulung hoped that the parents could really be his helper master. 

“Do you still have that secret stash of weapons, old man?” ask the Night Beetle Swordsman. 

The old man laughed and scoffed. “If you have a gun, let me face it with my bare hands!” 

“Bogged right!” snarl Bendekar Kumbang Malam. 

Without getting out of his place he unleashed two devastating empty-handed blows. The stage was shaking hard. The old man shouted loudly and jumped three spears. From the top quickly flashed looking for a new position and sent back two jotosan that was no less great. In just an instant the two people were already engaged in an exciting battle. Five moves passed quickly. Night Beetle Swordsman was curious to see the toughness of the opponent. Preceded with a loud snaps he sped up his silat play. His body was only a shadow now and the two moves in front of him had already managed to urge his opponent. 

“Accept your death row, old man!” exclaim Pendekar Kumbang Malam. 

And that shock was also his strange cross-hit punch slashing into the waist of the old man. The one who was attacked quickly got out of the way when he saw the ferocious attack and stuck two fingers in the face, towards the eyes of the Night Beetle Swordsman. Here's the “Pumping Malignant Mata” style. Night Beetle Swordsman of course did not want both of his eye seeds eaten by two opponents' fingers. On the other hand, he also did not want to pull home his ferocious punch. Hence the young man quickly tilted his body to the left. At once his movement It accelerated the carrier of his hand attack towards the opponent's waist. 

The old man realized that the prick of his finger would not harm the opponent otherwise he was threatened with great danger, quickly tracing the stage and jumping up. As soon as he escaped the thump of death's arm, the old man swooped down and let go of one two-punch kick. Jurus “Penetrating Mist Peeping Rembulan” launched by the parents is well known by the Night Beetle Swordsman. 

Laughing mockingly and mentioning the gesture, the young man twitched agilely and sent a right left hand punch that led to four dangerous blood paths from the old man. Although still in shock because the opponent knows the style he plays but the old man is no doubt to quickly avoid the opponent's attack. 

“Old man, look at the style of Penetrating Mist Peeping on Your Moon earlier, is there a relationship are you with Rah Kuntarbelong? Answer me! Are you his student, huh?!” 

The old man overcame his surprise. Didn't think that the opponent could guess the name of the teacher. 

And the Night Beetle Swordsman a moment later laughed. “Not say means right!” said. “It's great then. I do have some unfinished business with Rah Kuntarbelong. For starters I think it's useful to first make a settlement with his student!” 

Night Beetle Swordsman twitched his forehead and looked sharply to the face. The old man saw him standing with his legs stretched out. The left arm is straight down, the fist is clenched while the right hand is raised high above the head. The right arm looks blue. 

“Ah just blows Blue Centipede…” taunted the Night Beetle Swordsman but he secretly put three-quarters of his inner power into the right hand because he had known the greatness of the Blue Centipede punch containing the evil poison when faced in the south the other day against Rah Kuntarbelong. 

“Go get it out so that you yourself see that the science of your punch is nothing more than a mere fart!” 

The molars of the old man were mocked in such a way. All of his inner energy was already centered on his arm, and the arm up to the fingertips was already very blue. 

Suddenly there was a scream that was like tearing the eardrums. The old man seemed to be thrusting his right arm forward. A streak of blue light ferociously rushed towards the Night Beetle Swordsman. At that time also the Night Beetle Swordsman had moved his right hand to release the blow “Tapak Jagat” relied on with three-quarters of his inner power. 

As soon as the two winds of blows met came a thumping sound like a mountain erupting. The pillars of the stage were broken, the floor and the entire stage collapsed. The sound devices on the stage scattered, Rana Wulung mentally went off the stage and collapsed unconscious when his back hit the trunk of a tree. 

The two men who were fighting, as the stage collapsed quickly left the stage. And as they stood back face to face, how pale the old man looked. One sign that he had suffered severe internal injuries. Instead the Night Beetle Swordsman stood up while throwing a mocking smile at his opponent. . 

“If you are still crazy to take the path of violence, don't expect your life to be helped!” 

The old man knew, if he put his strength into continuing the battle, it would surely hurt himself who was already severely injured on the inside. But to give up or leave that place is in complete contradiction to his satirical heart and soul. Try to calm down and regulate the airway and blood flow. But he didn't make it. His breathing and blood flow are no longer there. 

“Slave, get out you have a gun!” snapped at the old man. 

“Ah, if you want to remove the weapon please, do not have to fish everything!” the young man laughed with laughter. 

Hearing this, the old man did not hesitate any longer to remove the black belt that was sprinkled with pearls from his Waist. 

“Dozens of evil figures have been able to eat this pearl belt, cursed slaves! Now you are the next victim!” 

''Don't talk at length! Go ahead!” snapped the young man and in his heart he thought to where the pearl belt was.

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