Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapters 27. Flyer

"Who are you and what do you need?!" ki Ranawela did not know who was visiting.

"Hamba Jakala, courtier Raden Bakintal, Ki."

"Oh yes .. Please go up and sit down!"

Ki Ranawela told Jakala to go up to the living room that looked more like a pendopo.

After sitting down, Jakala immediately conveyed his needs, and gave a small bag containing gold pieces.

Ki Ranawela looked enthusiastic, the upfront payment was very much he liked.

"Alright, you've come to the right place. Hehehehe?" chuckling, Ki Ranawela got up and took Jakala and two boys to her study.

After sitting at his desk, Ki Ranawela asked two friends Takil to tell the face of the perpetrator.

With a goose down stationery, Ki Ranawela skillfully scratched the ink on thin sheets. A book that is only owned by certain people.

"Is it like this?!" asked Ki Ranawela confidently.

"No, Ki ..." answered plainly two boys because it was only a black stroke that resembled the face of a boy.

"I mean is it similar?" ki Ranawela snapped loudly, scaring two of Takil's comrades.

"Y-yeah, Ki. Similar."

"What are the characteristics of the boy that no one else has?" back Ki Ranawela asked.

A moment of silence, the boy on the right said,

"He, he's carrying a stone axe, Ki ...!"

"Stone palm?!"

"Yes right, Ki. Stone axe! I remember too!" The boy on the left was convincing.

Ki Ranawela immediately drew a stone axe on the sheet. Then write the words woro-woro and plus ciro-special characteristics of humans in the picture, from age to stone axes.

"You want to wait or you want to go home first, Jakala?" ask Ki Ranawela who will double the picture and writing.

"Hamba wait, Ki ...."

"Well, you guys wait in the living room there. I'm gonna do something to multiply this sheet, here, alone!"

The palace clerks are known to have special powers. Able to write or duplicate posts or images quickly. It's just that, in doing so it should be without being seen by others.

So obediently Jakala invites two friends Takil to leave the room to the living room that looks like a pendopo.

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In the fighting arena, Surakala had used his high-level stance; hot Lahar Burst.

The arak that he gargles with high exertion when sprayed will be able to melt anything. Even the floor of the fighting stage had been hollowed out here and there.

However, Surakala's ability has not been able to give significant injuries to Sangrama.

On the contrary, Sangrama almost twice punched Surakala's chest with a straight reddish-colored sword in his hand.

And the fight has not been any sign will show who the winner is.

Under the stage, though,

"Rawal's back, if this is how this competition will take place in a full moon." Balkhi SuPekok whispered after seeing the sun had started to be in the west direction.

"Because they are balanced, Adi Pekok. But look! I'm sure soon the fight will be over."

It is true that Rawal said, Sangrama has played his high-level stance,

"Waringin White Blood Reverser!"

The sword in Sangrama's hand not only grew faster and faster to flutter but also emitted a thin smoke of reddish, poisonous smoke!

Waringin White Blood Reversal, is a combination of deadly sword moves as well as terrible poison.

Only, this style has its own advantages. Poison can be directed by the owner. Of course, as long as the user still has the energy to control it.

In the martial world in this cluster of thousands of land masses, it is not a taboo to use poison. Those who claim to be white also use it a lot.

Aware of the threatening poison, Surakala did not remain silent. Splitting the distance, the bald-headed man pouted before pouring wine into the mouth and then spray all over his own body by looking up.

"Power Locking Magic!" his Patih Sepuh Labda Lawana _who stood in the corner of the arena_ recognized what Suralaya did.

The Power Locking Arak, a study that because of its efficacy holds sharp objects and poisons is referred to as part of magic.

Just as Surakala finished wetting his body, the sword attack of Sangrama struck right at his neck.

Beggs!

Wc!

Surakala's beard was blown off but unusually none of it was cut off. And his neck too.

The sword hit the folds of super thick cloth that was in the mud, so it only caused a loud sound to race.

Begh's! Begh's! Begh's!

Clakk!

Until the head of Surakala did not escape hit by the target of sword slash.

"Hehehehe!" Surakala.

At the same time, all the spectators cheered especially the supporters of Surakala. Quickly, they doubled the bet for Surakala,

"Three to one for the Wulung Rooftop Swordsman!"

In the contestants,

"It seems like my guess is wrong!" Rawal mutters. Earlier Rawal thought Sangrama would soon win the fight.

"You're wrong, Kakang Rawal. Looks like your guess is right. The fight is coming to an end" said Balkhi SuPekok.

Along with the speech of Balkhi SuPekok, on the stage of the fight, still with a chuckle Surakala hit the roof of the wulung he used.

Wuutt's!

"Syall!"

Sangrama who is still in a state of being stunned by the opponent's immunity must be shaken, throw the body back to avoid hitting the roof of wine.

The opponent was able to escape, Surakala quickly chased while deep,

'I must settle this immediately before my body dries up!'

Bhell!

Clenching the floorboard of the fight stage, Surakala's body chipped into the upper air ahead. Still in the air, the bald fat man spouted wine following a roof slash.

"Revelation! Soul Destroyer Life Hunter!"

A shout from the participants surprised other participants while making Sangrama alert.

"The Rising War!"

Undaunted, Sangrama made a shield move with a sword. While the thin smoke of sword poison formed a tapered vortex welcoming the arrival of the attack.

Srenggg!

The vortex managed to penetrate the bursts of wine and even hit the body of Surakala. At the same time, some bursts of wine were also able to pierce through the poison smoke despite being run aground by the sword shield of Sangrama.

However, the roof slash turned out to be a long-range attack that followed later. The light is blackish as the color of the arak roof belonging to Surakala which is ejected from the roof was swooping down. And,

Blarr!

The collision of two energies caused a loud enough explosion, as well as catapulting the body of Sangrama to the outside of the arena.

"Huahhhh!"

The fallen dormitory slammed into the grassy ground vomiting black blood.

At the same time, Surakala _who also fell due to the opponent's attack but still inside the arena_ got up.

Closer to the end of the fighting stage, Surakala exclaimed loudly, "Hurry up! Or did you give up, boy?!"

Called as a boy, Sangrama was about to rise. However,

"Rama! You're hurt bad. Stop it or I'll be confused to answer the teacher's question!"

A young man who is no less handsome prevents Sangrama.

"Wait for my revenge!" Sangrama brandished a sword to Surakala.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Surakala laughs at jumawa. "Both loser a lot of whims. If it wasn't in the arena, you'd be dead in my hand!"

"I, Wigaloka, Sangrama's fellow student, declare my resignation from the competition because my fellow students have been defeated!"

The handsome young man who had prevented the Sangrama from exclaiming loudly, his face flushed in embarrassment.

"Huuuuu ...!"

"Loser!"

"Just go!"

"Shameful!"

Scorn from the audience scattered about Sangrama and Wigaloka. Especially those who lose bets, their faces are upset and disappointed because from the beginning it is clear that the Sangrama who is predicted will win.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Surakala laughed happily over the shyness of Sangrama due to his defeat.

In the row of contestants, SuPekok whispered to Rawal, "All right, not long?!"

'Luckily, Pekok is a little stupid!' batin Rawal while nodding assented.