THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
THE WIND FROM THE WEST

The sun has long since shifted to the western horizon. The color that was so bright blazing now fades yellowish red like he could not resist being robbed by the arrival of the afternoon. Afternoon to be usurped by dusk and dusk to be brought to its knees at the door of night.

The path the young man took was getting harder. Winding and climbing. On the right left always flanking white rocks that do not change from time to time over the hardness. Suddenly from the top of the rock in the east shrill a strange sound of screams piercing a pair of eardrums of the young man.

Watchfully this young man turned his head and looked up. The top of the reef was about twenty-five spears tall. Steep and steep hard to climb. But the eyes of the sharp young man can see the former pieces along the slope of the reef from the bottom to the top. Those gibberish

a ladder of help. However, do not expect ordinary people to use it. Once slipped the body will collapse down, awaited by the upload of pointed rock!

The strange sound of a scream was heard again louder and louder than the first. And just as the young man's eyes turned back to the top of the rock he was surprised to see the appearance of an old man with a bewok face whose right foot and right hand were

blunted. This stumped limb is jointed with wood. At the wooden end of the arm stuck an arty-shaped object that glimmered over the light

the sun was on the brink of that afternoon!

In his left hand was a blue stick of pure iron.

Because the top of the reef where the berewok man is standing very high then the young man can not clearly recognize the face of this person, let alone closed berewok.

Only he could faintly see that this human was a haunted-looking old man.

Looking at the berewok who filled his face hardened the young man's heart that he was near to his destination. Maybe it has arrived too.

Seen so sharp, the haunted face of the berewok also looked at the young man sharply highlighted. But so far there was no sound.

The young man who became impatient waved his hands and made a little respect.

“Old man, this young me wants to ask if this is the way to Nagreg Cave?!”.

The person being asked frowned.

“Gondrong Boy, are you the one nicknamed the Sky Dragon Death Trident Swordsman..?!”.

The young man who was under the rock was shocked once. Who is this haunted-faced old man? Is the teacher or his elder brother Bergola Wungu an enemy who has invited him to come to Nagreg Cave?.

“I feel no one who nicknamed it, parents.!,” greeted the young man who was none other than Rangga Geblek.

The berewok face was still staring at the young man. Indeed, it was beyond belief that this young man was the Heavenly Dragon Death Trident Swordsman, because the image of the dragon trident had already rattled the martial world twenty years ago.

But the ciriciri that his student explained about this young man was right. Finally the berewok tweeted again.

This time the sound of his suit was other than twice earlier. And a moment later came the figure of a black-clothed body. This guy has a big face and Wiro can recognize him as

the one who had challenged him was Bergola Wungu!

Now he believes that the stumpy foot has a close relationship with Bergola Wungu. From below he saw the two men talking while the dumbfounded once pointed with his blue stick towards Rangga.

Suddenly there was laughter coming from the stumped foot. The area around it was like being ripped apart by his laughing voice. Laughing, he tapped the stick in his left hand onto the rock. The rock shook and the part that was knocked melted into sand!

Then the two eyes of the stumped old man again looked sharply at Rangga Geblek.

“If you were not a fake trident Swordsman you must have been Ratih Parwati's student... Ah, if you don't change like the other snot boys. Not change like your own teacher! Bego and keblinger...!”.

“Dragon your mouth, old man!,” snapped Wiro angrily as his teacher was being scolded.

But secretly he was also surprised that this one berewok face knew the name of his teacher. Looking at the age maybe about her age with Eyang Ratih Parwati.

The dumb-ass laughed again. His wand was knocked again.

“Muridku Bergola Wungu talks too great about you. But after coming face to face, in fact, you're just empty hopping!

Had heard of the death of three of my disciples I wanted to invite him to fight a hundred moves. I'll break his head with this pure iron blue stick!

But in fact he was a pitit boy, still deserved

smash!

Not even a dress!

Swordsman pieces like this once I swing

stick alone must have been cornered!”

The heat of Rangga Geblek is unspeakable. His young blood roared in his recovery.

“Parents!,” shouts. “You speak too arrogantly! Did you know that ants can defeat elephants?

The dumb-footed berewok laughed coldly. “Perhaps you don't yet know the opposite of what you say, young man!

Did you know that an ant once trampled by an elephant would

mejret sinking into the ground?!

Did you know that little pebble if kicked will be mentally far away

no power?”

Rangga Geblek let out a snorting sound from the nose.

“Sometimes a smart man so talk upside-down like you!,” says.

“But it's okay. I have no business with you. Let me talk to Bergola Wungu!”.

The old man laughed.

“Don't mention no business, geblek! My student died three people.”.

“Not me who killed..!”.

“But you're in charge!” Menukas Bergola Wungu's.

“Buset!,” says Rangga.

”In front of your teacher's nose you can open a hard bacot Bergola!

I've come to accept your challenge!”

Bergola Wungu laughed mockingly.

“This is not Nagreg Cave, Rangga!

Not here your death should you submit!”

“Keren right you're Bergola! If you have forgotten fate, it is exactly like you! You know that you used to be a farting Jatiwalu village boy?! Which now has a little

science is the head of robbing! But then challenge me by running to his teacher? If I were you better jump from the top of that rock down, kill yourself!”

Red face Bergola Wungu up to the ears and to the nudge. His mouth was tightly clenched. Molars crackling. But there was no voice of response from him.

Then said the old berewok lucky feet.

“Trisula's boy, because you talk so arrogant of course you have a little reliable science. I'm old and I'd love to exchange experiences!”.

Rangga Geblek laughed.

“You're a real cocky old man! Is your age that has been broken is still not satisfied enough to do

the battle? But if you insist on a fad change your experience, the young me does not mind..”.

Rangga rubbed his palms against each other

“But I want to know your name and who you are first.:.”.

The old man again laughed like that which shook the entire rock area.

“I am a resident of Nagreg Cave who has been forty years poor across the jungle! You hear that kid? And if you need to know my name.I am the one named Bladra Wikuyana Windstorm From the West!”.

Of course Rangga Geblek was surprised to hear the real name and nickname of the big-footed berewok because from his teacher he knew that the Windstorm From the West was a powerful martial figure who led a college in West Java, whose name is quite famous but suspected is a black accomplice (the evil class).

However, this young man did not aim at all for a wry parachute. He laughed, even:

“Your name is great too, old man! But as far as I know the wind is just one empty thing and smells bad when out of the ass!”

Bladra Wikuyana tweeted furiously.

“Devil boy! You dare to be insolent towards the Windstorm From the West! Accept this...!”.

“Wuuuutt”!

The blue stick was swept down!