The Seven Gates of the Universe
The Silver Sword College
...THE SEVEN GATES OF THE UNIVERSE...
...Episode 1's...
The morning sky was bright on the hill Jambaran. Dew drops in the leaves and green grasses still leave coolness. But the atmosphere was contrary to the look of gloomy faces containing anxiety from all the residents of the Silver Sword College.
It has been about twenty years, right at the top of Bukit Jambaran stands a great silat college has printed swordsmen of the sword of the defense of truth. Not a few of the black flow that was eradicated by their lunge. This college is not only feared by those who are in the black stream, but also respected by friends who are in the white stream.
In the square a fairly magnificent building that became the center and residence of the main people of the college, had gathered all its members who numbered about three hundred people. The clothes they used were silvery white with swords hanging on each other's backs as a hallmark of the members of the college. Almost all the students gathered there. Even the disciples who had been wandering were present.
Right in front of the crowd, stood an old man with grayed hair and beard, matching the silvery robe he was wearing. Although faced with his students, but the eyes of the old man were closed. Every now and then he exhaled heavily, a sign of uneasiness enveloping his mind. The old man who was commonly called Ki Jampalu who was also known as the Silver Sword God slowly opened his eyes and began to speak.
“Hhh... I actually do not approve of this plan. I'd rather you guys leave this place, hide while drawing up strength again.” There was a tone of regret and regret for the actions of his men who did not want to leave college and preferred to survive fighting against the enemy.
This tension started from a quite shocking event that happened in the Silver Sword Academy about a week ago. At that time the students of the Silver Sword Academy were practicing swordsmanship. Suddenly they were surprised by the collapse of several students without a known cause. When examined, it turns out that on the forehead of the dead students there is a small hole as big as a marble with skin that looks charred black around it. Not a single blood came out.
“That's it, who's backing?” shouted one of the main disciples who was leading the training.
Shortly after, the cry was answered with a deafening sound of laughter, echoing all over Bukit Jambaran.
It appeared that some of the low-ability disciples were shouting, collapsing and rolling on the ground while covering their ears. Their noses and mouths were bleeding, indicating that laughter was not just an ordinary laugh, but a deep exertion that attacked anyone who heard it. On the other hand, capable students begin to stagger and try to resist by exerting energy in them, overcoming the attack. Only a few of the main disciples seemed to be unaffected.
Not long after, there was a soft but powerful voice from inside a building that was not far from the place.
“Hmmm... Which friends come to visit? Sorry if our welcome is less pleasing to have to get an attack like this.”
The soft voice that pierced the ear-painful laughter made the disciples of the Silver Sword Academy free from the agony of the attack of magic power resulting from the laughter of people whose existence was not yet known.
“Hi rotten man, come out you! Show me your nose!” a disciple named Daruna who was so angry because he saw the situation of other students shouted while circulating his gaze to and fro.
“Hai manu... ukhh!!!” Not yet Daruna completed her curse, a black object shot towards her head. Without a chance to dodge, the young man was knocked down by the attacker's secret weapon.
From the top of a tall tree, came down a man dressed in all black. On the chest of the man's clothes was embroidered a picture of a palace surrounded by fire. It was so sweet that the person's movements while setting foot on the ground, it almost made no sound at all.
Seeing that an unknown person had suddenly appeared, the disciples of the Silver Sword Academy simultaneously stood by and surrounded the newcomer. Uncommanded, about twenty of the young disciples immediately attacked. Those who were already feeling angry and vengeful with the death of his friend, regardless of the ability of the opponent, were very eager to finish off the newcomer. Meanwhile, the black-clothed man was not the least bit daunted by the wobble of his opponent. Some of the attacks of the silver sword disciples were very easy to dodge. Sometimes he attacked back by kicking or slapping his opponent, so that from the Silver Sword School began to fall. Some fainted and some died instantly. They were not against the person in black.
“Enough! Back up you!”
Whether when it came, suddenly right in the middle of the fighting arena stood an old man in his sixty years with his hair and beard in white. He was indeed the chairman and professor of this silver college, the famous swordsman who had the title of Silver Sword God Ki Jampalu. Simultaneously all the disciples retreated and kneeled in reverence.
“Hahaha.. One of your own men Ki Jampalu. I came they didn't welcome, they even brazenly attacked me. So a little I teach your students a lesson. Ha ha ha,” with a cynical laugh the Perverted Padre from the north replied.
“Debah, I kill you old devil!” snapped one of Ki Jampalu's main disciples, who was dissatisfied with the old Padre's reply. In his hand was drawn a sword ready to pound the opponent.
“Hold Baruna!!” prevent Ki Jampalu. “What wind brought you here Old priest?”
For a moment there was no answer, but the look on the face of Paderi Sesat from the north turned serious. From behind his clothes, the old man took out a bundle of letters that were directly thrown towards Ki Jampalu
“I am a third level member of the Valley of Hell Palace, relaying a message from our chairman, the noble Red Eagles. One more week, he'll be here to collect your confession. Conquer and join us, or die!!”
Ki Jampalu received a scroll of letters that shot towards him. Quickly caught the thing. A glimpse of his face implied shock upon receiving the scroll. His hands felt tingling, even though he had used his inner strength just in case.
“What kind of group is this Valley of Hell Palace so that this heretical grandfather from the north would join and be satisfied only to get the position of the 3rd level member?” in the old man's heart. He felt that facing the old demon before him was not necessarily winning, let alone against the person who had conquered the northern black flow dedengkot.
“That's the more insolent he is, Guru.” Baruna who had been impatient since, immediately attacked the Perverted Padre from the North. The one who was attacked only snorted cynically. Just by flicking his slightly loose sleeve, the Sesat Father from the north had already made Baruna stray. The sword he was going to use to attack the old man was broken by the flickering of his sleeve. Far enough away the young man was thrown into a tree in that place. Only a moment did his eyes bulge, fresh blood spewing from his mouth. Baruna died instantly.
Seeing that his favorite student had died, Ki Jampalu was angry. Quickly the Silver Sword God darted against the Perverted Padre of the North. A high level fight ensued. While jumping, Ki Jampalu did a kick from the air attacking towards Paderi Sesat's back. But the person who was attacked was not less alert. Just by bending his stomach slightly he managed to dodge the attack, even the black-clothed old man still had time to send a slap towards Ki Jampalu. Ki Jampalu did not want his head to be an easy target, he also welcomed the attack with a similar slap.
Blamm!!!
Instantly there was an extraordinary explosion due to the meeting of two fists containing energy in a high level. The roar of wind created from the meeting of the two blows was felt also by the people around the place. Some people even took a few steps. While the two people who fight are both pushed four steps, indicating that the intelligence of both is balanced.
“It is not yet time for us to fight, Jampalu. Wait one more week the chairman will be here to mine you. Bye!” said Paderi perverted from the north while throwing a sly smile towards Ki Jampalu. Then he darted away while shaking his hand, turning towards the front.
“Awass!!!” ki Jampalu shouted to his students reminding. But he was late. Some of his students were injured and some were even killed by the throwing of a round black object resembling a prayer beads from the scourge of the heretical Padre from the north. There was a small hole with a blackish side on the heads of those killed. Ki Jampalu could only take a deep breath as he looked towards the departure of the Perverted Padre from the North.
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