The Strongest Swordsman
Chapter 2 - A Half-Bed Man

The night is getting late. The moon is covered by a cloud of gray.

Dark, Seal his heart now. Silent, silent, as is his current self. Is life really like this? Does sadness always come to man? Is loneliness the same?

Even though he was a young man. A warrior whose knowledge is already qualified, but still that he is also an ordinary human being. Humans as in general.

For now and in the future? Where will he complain? Where will he ask for his opinion or tell his experience? His family is no longer there. The teacher is the same.

Is that his fate?

Sadly, he is now living. There was no one else by his side. All of his friends had gone their separate ways, no matter where they were. Maybe they have their own lives. Maybe they have become a rich man or a famous man.

Or even they are happy now. Especially those who are married, they must be enjoying their days with their children and wives.

While her? His fate is the opposite of all his friends and friends.

At the age of twenty-three years, Seno Ajidarma should be married. I have a cute and adorable child. But the truth is, he's far from all that.

He still stands like a statue. To his poor fate.

Now he understood what it was like to lose the family he loved so much. It hurts, hurts more than anything.

All the memories with her sisters. Remembering again when he joked with his mother's father. The shadow of his teacher when he smiled and taught him knowledge diligently and patiently, all mixed into one.

The grudge is getting smoldering. Like lava in a volcano. The grudge was ready to spurt at any time.

The quiet forest suddenly sounded something suspicious from behind the thickets. He looked towards the voice, but there was nothing.

He looked back. The silence returned.

But suddenly, Seno Ajidarma turned back and then lightning-fast launched a blow accompanied by deep energy.

"Grand …"

A black stone as big as a buffalo was made to shatter with just a single blow. Along with that, someone jumped up in a gag before finally standing before the young man.

"Who are you?" seno Ajidarma asked with a cold voice.

His voice was as cold as a lump of ice. His face is expressionless. It's like he's no longer human. Because if people have feelings. But for now, the young man's feelings had been wiped out. I don't know if his heart is back.

But if anyone now dares to disturb his composure, whoever that person is, he must die.

The person who was now in front of him was a middle-aged man. He was about five years old, his beard had grown, his whiskers were transverse like catfish whiskers.

His eyes poked sharply like the eyes of a panther. On his left waist was a rather large machete. Although it has not been issued, but Seno Ajidarma knows very well that the machete must be very sharp.

"The one who will uproot your life," the middle-aged man replied no less coldly.

"What reason do you want to kill me?"

"There is a reason or no reason for the result to be the same. To kill you, for no reason is enough,"

"You sure you can kill me?"

"If you haven't tried, how can you tell?"

"But I don't think you'll be able to. Go, you don't deserve to die at the end of my sword, yet,"

Hearing those confident words, the middle-aged man laughed out loud. His voice echoed throughout the forest. The wolf howls and owl sounds instantly vanished upon hearing his laughter.

"Is that sure you are?"

"certain. Because I'm sure of myself,"

Seno Ajidarma is indeed a young man whose beliefs will not be shaken. He never talks if he's not sure himself. But once he spoke, what he said, meant that he was already confident he could do it.

Even if his head was off, his confidence would never be lost.

What is meant by old bangka is of course his teacher, Eyang Wijaya Sukma.

His chest immediately became hot as if it was being burned. Anyone, no one should carelessly mention the name of his noble teacher.

"Report your words. You can insult me, you can berate me as much as you want, but never insult my teacher,"

"Why indeed?" ridicule the middle-aged man.

"That means you have to die,"

"Aren't you the one talking to yourself that I don't deserve to die at the end of your sword?"

"So it hasn't. But now it's more than deserved,"

"Why?"

"Because you indirectly insulted my teacher. Unplug your machete!!" seno Ajidarma said with anger that had peaked.

Without saying much more, the middle-aged man immediately pulled out his machete. A really sharp cleaver. The size is quite large and a little longer than a machete in general.

"I am ready" he said, and put up strong horses.

"good. Look at the attack,"

Seno Ajidarma. His body shot out as fast as lightning struck the earth. Just one blink of an eye, he had already arrived before the opponent.

The sword of Pati has been drawn. The sword pierced towards the throat. But his opponent turned out to have abilities as well.

He was able to avoid the vicious attack by tilting his head in time.

The young man did not stop. He continued his attack, his sword moving to the left side intending to slit the opponent's neck.

The branch!!!

The sparks sprinkled and were blown away by the night wind. The bully of the middle-aged man seemed to tremble. His face was slightly flushed like a boiled crab.

Perhaps he never thought that the young man had such perfect inner strength.

Bukk!!!

Seno Ajidarma's right leg kicked his chest. The opponent bounced far enough. However he tracked empty air then shot back at the attack.

The sharp burrow immediately moved around like a snake intent on pecking at prey. His movements were quick and strange.

Seno Ajidarma already knows the shrewdness of the opponent. He was no longer joking, now was the time to get serious.

"Pursuing the Shadow Through the Cloud …"

The first move of the Book of Sword Starch he had already taken out. His sword immediately pierced launched a fierce attack towards the opponent.

Where the opponent moved, his sword must have been pointed at it. The sharp wind felt tearing the skin.

The branch!!!

The machete rods clashed back. But the tip of the Starch Sword had already pierced the middle-aged man's throat until it penetrated to the back.

It turns out that when the collision occurred, the machete was immediately broken into two parts. While the sword Seno Ajidarma continued to dart through his throat.

The man's mouth immediately spewed out blackish fresh blood. As soon as the sword was removed, blood immediately gushed out even more. He collapsed. Torn down with a feeling of disbelief.

Now the middle-aged man had only realized that what the young man had said, had actually proved to be real.

Unfortunately even if he was sorry, it was too late. For now, his life has drifted back to the origin.

The mood was quiet again. The fishy smell of blood was carried away by the wind from the West. Seno Ajidarma then immediately left from where he stood.