THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
CHALLENGE LETTER

Swordsman of the deadly trident of the sky dragon Rangga Geblek stepped slowly towards the edge of the river. In a somewhat sheltered place he undressed and bathed in self-cleaning. While bathing it sometimes he laughed to himself when remembering the events of last night in the Duchy of Linggarjati. Maybe that morning Kundrawana had arrived at Linggarjati, maybe still on the way. One evil man, one evil is over. But the Swordsman of the Trident of Death knows that as long as the world unfolds, so long as evil never ends. 

After the shower, his body feels fresh. The sun is starting to rise. A whistling sound came out from between his lips as his mind was recalling his battle with the Luwing Tread and the man who had escaped the Luwing Tread and challenged it. This challenge reminded him of his battle in Nagreg Cave with Bergola Wungu the other day. This time for the second time he was challenged. 

Who was challenging him this time ? 

“ Life is indeed full of challenges. Challenges that arise from ourselves and from other human beings. It's crazy life. But it is this madness that brings pleasure.”.

So the whistling of the Swordsman of the death trident was getting high and shrill to perform an erratic song. About the human who had escaped the Luwing Tread were only two things that were known by Rangga Geblek. 

First, in the darkness of the night he saw that the man was butting his right hand. 

Second, when he launched the blow of a stone-throwing vane using one-third of his internal energy, the man with the fist had greeted the blow with a blue ray of light. And the blow of the stone-throwing vane had been blocked by that blue ray. This carries a sign that the stumped hand that whoever is must have high knowledge. Swordsman of the death trident suspected this man might be a teacher or a brother-in-law of the Luwing Tread. He took his clothes back and continued his journey. 

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Rawasumpang is a barren area full of deadly swamps that suck every thing that goes into it. The area is located four kilos east of Linggarjati. This is where Rangga Geblek is headed. The wind from the north blew fiercely making her clothes and hair fluttering. He looked down. The vast expanse of the swamps of death was desolate. No one he saw. Rangga looked up at the sky. The sun is moving in an invisible motion towards its highest point. 

Suddenly from the east came a loud voice. Our warrior turned in that direction. A body like an arrow ran very fast in the wide courtyard on the sidelines of the swamps. As soon as the sound of the waves disappeared then his body was already under the hill where the Swordsman of the death trident was located. The hill was not how high and in the distance that Rangga Geblek immediately can recognize who the man with the muffled hand was. 

“If he were my challenger last night, he must have had a high and very reliable science”, Rangga Geblek said in his heart. “But...”, he said again, “how is it possible in just a few months the cleverness is already this extraordinary pair..?”. 

“Man who felt named Rangga Geblek, felt titled Swordsman Trident Death Dragon Sky, come down. Or am I the one who has to go up that hill?!”. There was a male voice under the hill. 

Our swordsman makes a whistling sound. “Tikus batuk deworming if it has become a kitchen cat is indeed berabe”, he said. “How are you doing inviting me here kitchen cat ?”. 

Paras Kaligundil dark. In a loud voice he said: “I thought you didn't have the guts to come here crazy swordsman. Our calculation the other day is still not finished”. 

“Oho, so for that purpose do you want this meeting ? Very good Kaligundil. Unfinished business must be resolved. Crumpled yarn should be well parsed back”. 

“Just once”, replied Kaligundil. “Just one thing crazy swordsman. The caligundil that used to be not the same as the one you saw today”. 

Rangga Geblek laughed. “Of course. I told you earlier that from a mouse, you've turned into a kitchen cat. But you're not much different Kaligundil. Your hands that used to be muffled now are still stumped. You should have found a clever carpenter to make fake hands”. 

Boiling blood on the head of the Caligundy. His left hand moved, hitting upwards. Setup a rushing blue wind snatched towards Rangga Geblek. The warrior jumped to the side with a whip and watched how the hill where he stood was dashed like a landslide hit by the Kaligundil blow. 

Secretly Rangga Geblek became amazed also against his opponent. To whom has Kaligundil been studying for several months ? 

“Crazy rider, don't petatang peteteng too. Come down to the marshland of this”, cried Kaligundil. “Down to receive your death!”. 

“Every good and bad invitation to avoid, Kaligundil”, said Rangga Geblek. 

Like a garuda he jumped down. In the state of the body floating in the air, Kaligundil sent three empty-handed blows at once, a great streak. Swordsman deadly trident welcome this blow with a blow “storm shield hit the ocean”. 

Then there are powerful blows that contain high internal energy that cause a great erupting sound. For a moment the Swordsman of the deadly trident felt his body floating in the air as if held back by an invisible wall under which Kaligundil slashed both feet until two dim into the ground. 

Indeed, the Swordsman of the deadly trident did not expect the power of the Kaligundil to multiply a lot from a few months ago. On the other hand, Kaligundil himself complained inwardly. During the three consecutive blows he had exerted three-quarters of his inner strength: Although he had possessed silat, which was strange and high in quality, but in fact the opponent was still more formidable. 

Kaligundil. “Crazy young man, receive this blue stealth jotos blow”, Kaligundil snapped. 

His right hand was slapped to the face. A blue ray of flashing light struck towards the Death Trident Swordsman who had just punched his right foot on the ground near the edge of the swamp. Our swordsman jumped as high as four spears and from the top of the exchange sent a reply that was no less powerful. 

The wind blow caused a sound like hundreds of flutes were blown simultaneously. Dust swirled into the air, the marshy mud as it boiled. Caligun exerted his inner energy into the legs to defend himself. His body trembled in the wind of the opponent's blow but his pair of legs like steel remained in place. 

Intrigued, by snapping, the warrior of the deadly trident multiplied his profound energy in the blow. Now Kaligundil can no longer survive with all the greatness he has. His two feet were like the roots of a tree scattered from the ground, regardless of his defense. His body staggered violently back towards the swamps of death. He crushed his hand to the face to stem the wind of the opponent's blow, and at once he turned in the air overtook a small swamp and stood on the other side of the sword. 

Thus the two men faced each other, separated by a swamp. The dumb-handed man laughed coldly. His left hand moved behind the clothes. A moment later in his left hand was clutched in a blue-colored butt sword. Despite the stump, looking at the blue glow of the weapon, Rangga Geblek realized that the sword in his opponent's hand was a mustika sword. 

“You see this sword, crazy young man?!”, Kaligundil snapped. “Nyawamu is at the end of this weapon”. 

The deadly trident chuckles. “People and.the weapon is the same. Equally dumbfounded”, mocking Eyang Ratih Parwati's student. 

Kaligundil swept his sword towards the swamps before him. The swampy mud spurted upwards to seven spears. Most of it unfurled as split so that the black marsh base was clearly visible for a few seconds. 

“Great weapon”, said Rangga Geblek in heart. “In such an extraordinary state of stump. Especially if it is perfect. How's this kitchen cat get that gun.?” 

“You've seen the mad swordsman?!”, heard the clash of Kaligundil. 

“Your weapons can too, Kaligundil. But rather than being used for evil it is better forged to make your fake hand connection!”. 

Angry Kaligundil. The weapon was aimed at the Trident of Death. Then came the blinding blue light. The warrior of the death trident is not stupid. It quickly channeled its inner energy into both palms. He jumped into the air. 

“Ciat!” 

Preceded by the jolting crack then Rangga Geblek release the blow wall wind blows overlapping. As soon as this punch shot to finish the opponent's attack, then Rangga followed up with a blow throwing a stone that the procession was accompanied by a flow of energy in up to half of what he had. 

The first pile made Kaligundil attack stuck like pounding the coral wall atos. The second blow not only made the blue light scatter from the Kaligundil punch, but also hit the blow so that now Kaligundil who was in a state of attack. 

This forced Kaligundil to move two spears to the side. Then without wasting any more time this man lunged forward. His sword slashed down heavily, a blue ray that scattered the cold and sharply grabbed towards the Trident of Death. 

Rangga Geblek snapped loudly. This snapping sound makes Kaligundil's eardrums tremble. His sword slammed into the opponent's stomach but in that instant his opponent shook hands and vanished from sight. 

Curious once Kaligundil swivel the sword of his stump in such a way. Then the beer rays rolled around locking Rangga Geblek. As is the custom of the Swordsman Trident of Death, in every battle that began to arouse then at that time also began to sound a shrill whistling sound singing erratic songs. His body is only a shadow now. 

Because it is difficult to determine which body is real and which is only a shadow, almost all Kaligundil attacks hit empty places. However, it is indeed a stealth game obtained by Kaligundil in the Cave of Demons the other day, although only a third of which he mastered, really worth admiring. 

The swordsman of the death trident knew that his opponent of up to twenty moves on the stroke would not be able to push him, let alone hurt him. But in addition, his own side is difficult to counterattack because every attack launched by Kaligundil is a defense. Such is the greatness of stealth science possessed by a man with a maimed hand. 

But it is useless for Rangga Geblek to be a student and grazed for seventeen years by the great grandmother of Eyang Ratih Parwati, if he can not face opponents so much as one-on-one.

So Pendekar trident death dragon sky immediately collapsed silatnya game. The unexpected moves of Kaligun faced him with irregular moves that hut wagons increasingly come here. Both hands are spread on both sides like the wings of a garuda bird from its mouth always heard a shrill whistling sound that peeps into the ear canal Kaligundil. 

At that time these two people had already fought up to thirty moves. Real great. Thirty moves like nothing. And now very clear how Kaligundil pressed great. However, Kaligundil hastened his silat game, however he changed his movements and raged like a wounded bull, but still he was under the wind, even now pushed towards the death swamps. 

“Ha... ha.. apparently the road to your hell must pass through these deadly marshes, Kaligundil”. 

“Hina slave dina do not ngaco. Welcome my stealth star in”. 

While jumping far away, still holding the sword, Kaligundil used his left hand to send a dozen blue star-shaped objects towards his opponent. 

“Akh... These children's toys why must be shown?!”, taunted Swordsman Trident of Death. 

His right hand was turned into the air. A series of whirlwinds burst forth and the stealth stars spewed ever more and more and more about their target. 

At the second Rangga Geblek use his hands to greet the opponent's secret weapon, this opportunity is used by Kaligundil to jump across the small swamp. 

“Kucing kitchen. Where do you want to run to...?!”, shouted Rangga Geblek. 

In response, Kaligundil threw a roll of white objects towards the Swordsman of the Trident of Death. At first Rangga thought it was a secret weapon, but when he knew it was only a rolled up piece of white paper he immediately caught it, and at that time Kaligun was used once again to jump far away, then with the science of running that he left that place. 

Rangga had no intention of chasing after the dumb-handed man. Full of question marks, he opened the paper scroll in his hand. It turned out to be a letter addressed by Kaligundil to him. 

“ Defects in my body will not be forgotten for life. The death of my comrades and the death of Mahesa Birawa will not be forgotten for the rest of my life. It's all you who's the culprit because. The day of vengeance will come. Dare to take responsibility. Thirteen days twelve months, I wait for you at the top of Mount Tangkuban Perahu. If you don't have the guts to come, it's better to kill yourself right now “. 

The Trident of Death is very curious. Wiped up the letter. “Falsely the kitchen cat was”, the drum of Rangga Geblek. 

He ran to the hill. But the shadow of Kaligundil is no longer visible. The challenge made by Kaligundil in Rawasumpang is just to explore where the greatness of silat silumannya science can face its great enemy. In fact, Rangga Geblek is still much more successful than him. But he was not disappointed. On the day that he had planned, his grudge would be fulfilled. And at once in the Rawasumpang he te!ah delivered a letter of invitation to death for his enemy. He believes the Pendekar of the deadly trident will come to the top of Mount Tangkuban Perahu.

SERIATE.