THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
BLOWING A THOUSAND WINDS A THOUSAND STORMS

Almost a drink of tea later then the log cabin was already visible from far away. Lust that slams the veins and tense the entire body of the Night Beetle Swordsman makes the damned man tancap gas plus accelerate his run so quickly to the hut and so immediately vent lust depraved damned. 

But how surprised the Night Beetle Swordsman as he got closer to the cottage his ears caught the sound of singing. What was more surprising was that the sound of singing came out of the log cabin in front of him. 

Two years of being let go, 

Two years down the mountain, 

Two years of cruelty, 

Two years of not knowing good. 

Five years of free study, 

Five years of useless education, 

Destruction everywhere 

Murder everywhere 

All because of blind heart and blind eye 

All because of blind taste 

The good of the mountain 

Free of mountains 

Disaster everywhere 

The son of man forgets the land 

The son of man makes depravity 

Are there a dozen lives in the body? 

Is science as high as the clouds? 

Night Beetle Swordsman stop his running. Galuh Warsih who still pounding his back, who is still screaming even though his voice is raucous immediately shot. His ears were fixed, and his eyes were looking hard at the open door of the cottage. Not a single human figure could be seen from where he stood. But the singing voice was heard again. Heard and came out of the cottage. 

Two years of being let go, 

Two years down the mountain.... 

There is a strange taste in the heart of the Night Beetle Swordsman. This strange feeling is not only just sneaking, but also makes his heart shrink and his chest pounding. He stepped back, slowly now. Eyes looked sharply, to the open door of the cottage, a watchful attitude. Five spears from before the hut, for the second time the Night Beetle Swordsman stopped his steps. The shadow of a person could be seen stepping to the door. In the blink of an eye then hit his eyes on the body of an old man skinny dry with a cloth putlh. His beard and hair were black towards the length up to the waist. 

“Teacher!” exclaim Pendekar Kumbang Malam. 

Galuh Warsih's body was immediately lowered from his shoulders, sat him under a tree and he himself ran and knelt before the old man who stood in the doorway of the hut. The old man, who was none other than Begawan Citrakarsa, swept his student's face with eyes as cold as a blade of snow. 

“That you are Wirapati?” 

Still kneeling, the Night Beetle Swordsman lifted his head. “Guru ballet. Cuisine teacher forgot the same student himself!” 

Secretly Swordsman Beetle Night or Wirapati feel shudder also see how to look at his teacher. 

“Teacher..!” 

Begawan Citrakarsa did not care about the surprised call of his students but continued, “My eyes are still not blurred, my ears are still not deaf. My brain is not dull! Wirapati that I have served five years at the top of Mount Merbabu is no longer on this earth.” 

“Teacher!” the student again. 

Begawan Citrakarsa still does not care about a cursed young man who in the eight winds is known as the Swordsman of the Night Beetle. Change the level of the Night Beetle Swordsman aka Wirapati. He bathed, apparently what he had done since descending the mountain two years ago was already known by his teacher. He thought about making sense, what he would say to Begawan. 

“During this time I was known as a white silat figure who prioritizes knowledge for good, and compassion. The martial world respected and respected me. But now from the eight directions the wind and the curse are thrown at me. My forehead was smeared with immeasurable shame. All of that is the result of your depraved deeds, Wirapati! Damned deeds!” 

“Teacher,” says Night Beetle Swordsman quickly. 

Bad sense had been obtained at that time “Their soup of teachers had been blown by all the slander thrown by humans prickly poison. Five years students educated and grazed by the teacher of cuisine then down the mountain students want to make a defilement that defiles the teacher's name?! All that slander, teacher! Believe that! Precisely poor students cross the martial world to eradicate the criminals and black people.!” 

Night Beetle Swordsman is not out of sense. He immediately opened his mouth too, “Teacher was wrong. The girl is the son of the Sentot Regent of Literature from Kaliurang who was just a student and released from the hands of kidnappers and robbers!” 

Again Begawan Citrakarsa laughs. “Non-boned tongue can indeed be played back!” said. “But my eyes can't be turned back, Wirapati! I saw for myself what happened around the corner! Do you want to lie in your depravity?!” 

Now Wirapati aka Pendekar Kumbang Malam can not say anything more. His mouth was tightly clenched 

“No need for you to kneel before me Wirapati! Since your tainted charcoal shreds my face, I have not recognized you as a student since then!” 

The Jaw of the Night Beetle protrudes. 

“Your evil is like the sea without edges! Your sins can no longer be rooted! Now stand! And say quick, how to die how do you want?!” 

Kaget Pendekar Kumbang Malam is not a reed. The Begawan Citrakarsa. The mimic and glare of the parents' eyes clearly stated that what he said was not a joke. 

“Teacher...” 

“I'm not your teacher!” begawan Citrakarsa. 

Slowly the Night Beetle Swordsman stood up. “Teacher, are you really going to kill me?” ask the young man, “or just mess around .. ?” 

“Speaking about death is not talking playfully cursed slave!” the Hardik Begawan Citrakarsa. “Prepare to mampus!” 

The man raised his right hand. Then like lightning is struck to the face. 

“Wuss!” 

White smoke billowed fiercely towards the Night Beetle Swordsman. Seeing his teacher issued a terrible knowledge that he did not know or taught him before, rest assured the Night Beetle Swordsman that the old man was really determined to finish his life. No doubt, before his body was dragged by the white smoke containing the very hot air, the young man immediately jumped to the side until two spears.

“Good! You can still dodge! But your life still has to go to hell damn student!” gertak Begawan Cirakarsa Hotel. 

Body flashes. Now his two thin hands hit together. White light in droves snatched the Night Beetle Swordsman.

This ferocious attack made the Night Beetle Swordsman jump up to three spears up and shout loudly, “My parents still pay respect to you! Stop attack!” 

“Honor your ancestors!” maki Begawan Citrakarsa. 

Both of his hands shot back a bundle of white light. Night Beetle Swordsman quickly swooped to save himself. Wirapati or Pendekar Kumbang Malam is so violent now. 

“Golder!” it cried out loud, “if you don't stop the attack, I'm forced to pit my soul against you! Please do not regret!” 

Begawan Citrakarsa did not care about the words of his former student. His body flashed rapidly. The wind whistled, the dust flew and the roof of the hut rumbia on the hill flew scattered due to the fierce wind attack Begawan. 

Night Beetle Swordsman is curious not to play. The curses of absorption are unceasingly issued in the heart. If only he did not have the inner strength and science to fortify a perfectly tall body, he said, surely in two moves he must have been silly to die had one of the Begawan's arms thumped or struck by the toxic hot white smoke. 

In a short time, the student and teacher had already fought eight moves. Both look equally nimble and equally shrewd. But entering the twelfth style, however the Night Beetle Swordsman can no longer survive. Once his body was hit by the jotosan Begawan Citrakarsa, his body was mentally breaking into the walls of the awning and coiling on the ground floor in the hut. 

Begawan Citrakarsa does not wait until there. His mouth is kamit. His right hand was raised high. The hand is red now. And when the hand was smashed to the face, a mighty tongue of fire struck like a tempest. In just an instant the cottage sank into the flames 

“Tamatlah your history cursed student!,” So Begawan Citrakarsa satin. 

But the old man became shocked not to play when his eyes saw the figure of the former student's body standing not far from the burning cottage. The face of the Night Beetle Swordsman looks a bit pale as a sign of Begawan Citrakarsa has caused severe injuries in the inside of his body. 

Begawan Citrakarsa himself secretly felt astonished to see the young man was still able to stand even with a deathly pale face. The jotosan that was launched earlier used up almost half of his inner energy, but the young man did not meet his end. Did during the descent of the mountain malang transverse crime of his former student had also deepened his silat and magic science?! 

Begawan Citrakarsa did not want to wait any longer. Not giving a chance. The more quickly he managed to kill his student, the faster he washed his hands and rid himself of the shame inherent so far. Therefore the Begawan immediately jumped to his face again, storming like a lion***** that was starving. 

From a distance of several meters before his body reached the young man, Begawan Citrakarsa had already launched two punches and two great long-range kicks. Night Beetle Swordsman at that time was flowing energy in the injured chest and adjust the blood and breath. Seeing the arrival of this attack he was forced to dodge quickly while releasing the punch “Tapak Jagat”. 

Begawan Citrakarsa laughed mockingly. Science blows 'Tapak Jagat' it was he who created and bequeathed to Wirapati, the cuisine is now able to be used to fight its own creator. 

But the mocking laughter of the old man changed with shock. Begawan Citrakarsa to issue a restrained appeal. The wind of the blow inflicted by the blow of 'Tapak Jagat” was terrible not playing, more devastating than if he himself released it. Though Wirapati at that time knew he was injured due to his snoots earlier. 

It is clear that the young man has really been studying the magic of a major figure in the martial world for the past two years. The old man now does not want to forgive anymore and does not want to extend the time. A screech that shot out of his throat. The earth is like a Hindu. The Night Beetle Swordsman's ears were pierced and his head was throbbing dizzy. 

The curvature that comes out of the mouth of Begawan Citrakarsa is not stopping while the body of this old man can be said to be completely invisible again, only his shadow was like a wind rolling around enveloping the body of the Night Beetle Swordsman. 

And among the winds of the rolling attack came an accomplice attack like heavy rain. This is the science of the creation of Begawan Citrakarsa called “Seribu Wind Thousand Storm”. Amazingly it is not a braid.