THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
YOU ASK WHO I AM ?

Attacked with these two moves following the fragments that are no less powerful, then the Swordsman of the Trident of Death is a hassle as well. But if he has accelerated his movements, if the whistling sound has echoed from between his lips, then it appears now how Resi Singo Ireng became desperate. Although desperate, this Resi with all his shrewdness is able to defend himself up to ten moves upfront.

"The ugly-faced man. Your silat game can too. But are you able to take this blow of mine?!", asked the Swordsman Trident of Death. His hands were raised high up, both eyes closed. Then the two hands began to swirl with a whip. Then the sound of the wind. Dust and sand flew, making the scenery dark. 

"The whirlwind blow!!", exclaimed Resi Singo Ireng while receding backwards. His mouth komat kamit read aji pendang. Both of his legs slid into the ground for two dim. His body shuddered great. White clothes and her frown-up hair fluttered. 

Suddenly the Death Trident Swordsman Rangga Geblek slammed both hands open. Singo Ireng's body slashed backwards up to five spears. When he stood up then his body slouched limping, his nose bloomed his breath sign hunting irregularly. In fact, this Resi kosen has suffered severe injuries inside due to the punch of Rangga Geblek earlier. The gun went mental somewhere. 

Rangga laughed. Instead his opponent growled like a wounded tiger. Mouth tightly clenched, jaw protruding, temple moving while eyes highlight red. 

"Young man, today I'm Resi Singo Ireng let the soul complain to you.". 

The Rishi raised his left hand high. Seconds by seconds his hand turned jet-black. This hand trembled as all of its inner energy was concentrated there. 

Rangga Geblek laughed mockingly. "The only way you're gonna kill yourself is a ugly looking kate human. In a wounded state inside, punching such a blow you'd be ridiculous yourself". 

Singo Ireng does understand that. But he was already overwhelmed, already extremely embarrassed and already overflowing his anger. "I'm dead but you're dead in my hands, motherfucker" he snapped.

His left hand went down quickly. A line of black light that shot towards the Swordsman Trident of Death. That's the science of the "wesi item" punch that has destroyed the Paksi King, the head of the Banten army. 

The Trident Death Swordsman leapt upwards to six spears. The breeze of the "wesi item" punch felt hot as if it was about to melt both of its legs. This fighter bites his lips to hold the pain and then launch a counterattack that is a familiar punch. "throwing stones". 

Across there the body of Resi Singo Ireng looks somersault then fell sitting on the ground and vomiting blood, then collapsed unconscious. Actually the punch "throwing stones" it will not necessarily harm the Resi. But because in the wounded state inside he had launched a hard blow by relying on all the power within, then he felt himself the consequences. Fortunately, his life did not fly. 

Rangga Geblek laughed. He stepped closer to the body of the Rishi. The surviving soldiers, who opened their eyes to see how their master was battered so quickly receded away. 

"Charcoal” facial massage, said Pendekar Trisula Maut. "You asked me who I was. Here's what I'm saying I have a name". 

"Rubby rebels”, he said to the surviving soldiers. "You can take this cauldron-faced human to Kotaraja. If today I do not take away your life and your life, then the next day when I meet again do not expect me to lose your lives. Tell him this when he's awake". 

And after saying so Rangga Geblek immediately left the place with the corpse of Mangkubumi Mintra.

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With a heart full of sorrow to remember the death of Mangkubumi Mintra who deliberately sacrificed his life to save him, Sultan Hasanuddin ran along the edge of the wilderness at the foot of the hill. The struggle requires sacrifice. And this not only added to the great grudge of the Sultan's heart against Parit Wulung and other rebellious gangs, but also strengthened his determination that at some point, he, he will definitely return to Banten and build the martyred Kingdom of Banten. 

By dusk he reached a small town located east of Banten. The city is called Asoka. Formerly only a base of stops of traders from various parts around there. Then many traders set up warehouses for their merchandise, then again they also set up houses so that gradually, from the trading base, Asoka turned into a city. As a trading city of course all day Asoka is always busy. This busyness and hustle continued until far into the night.

After getting an inn, the Sultan surrounded the city looking around the crowd and filled the stomach in one shop. When the crescent moon above the sky was covered by thick dark clouds, then Sultan Pun returned to his inn. His sharp eyes immediately noticed the irregularity in the room he was staying in. The bed linen is a bit tangled, the pillows are not in their original place, while a small package containing a few pieces of clothing and some money, is, the one he placed under the real bed once the container was opened and ransacked people. But not even a piece of his stuff was missing. 

Sultan feels masygul. He looked around. On the wall there is a window. The window remained as it had been left. No sign of disfigurement. Who has gone into the room and done the search? Maybe someone, maybe some people ? If he or they are from the ranks of the long hands or thieves, why not a piece of goods and not a penny of money is lost ? Sultan Hasanuddin's concerns grew because he concluded that, whoever had entered his room, must have been looking for and stealing the Tumbal Wilayuda's heirloom keris.

Sultan Hasanuddin felt grateful because when he left earlier he had brought the royal kris tumbal. If not, the weapon must have been lost by people. That night the Sultan accidentally slept by turning off the oil lamp in his room.Mata almost squeaked when darting a pair of ears heard a rustling sound above the attic of the building. That voice is definitely not a cat voice. The Sultan put his ears more sharply. The rustling noise had disappeared and now he only heard the drizzling sound of rain coming out there. Slowly the Sultan closed his eyes. 

But when almost his eyes squinted, the rustling sound was heard again. This time the Sultan got up from the bed and stepped into the corner of the room. He waited with his right hand tightly pressed against the sword. 

Suddenly the door of the room opened. Sultan surprised. He remembered very well that the door of the room had been locked earlier, how could it now open so easily without a sound and who opened it ? 

The Sultan did not wait any longer. A very short human body slipped in. This man wears a long robe. Because of his kate body, his robe was to be blasphemed to the floor. Suddenly the man turned his body to the left and jumped. A large object in his hand, a rectangular machete roared in the direction where the Sultan stood. The Sultan himself who was ready to pull his sword quickly and fend off. 

"Trank"!

SERIATE.....