Prince Without Crown
Eyang Santalaya's

Chapter 05

The old man who was very old was sitting cross-legged on a black marble slab right in the middle of the damp room in the cave at the bottom of this carcass valley.

I don't know how long he's been with such a meditative attitude.

But this time the semedy was disturbed by the sound of squealing screams and the sound of iron clashing.

The old man's earlobes are moving signifies that he has cut off his semen.

Shortly after that both of his eyelids opened and suddenly the old man deflated his body and immediately darted out of the cave while grabbing something that plunged freely from the top of the valley.

The beauty of the old man's movements meant that he had the science of lightening a body that had reached the level of perfection.

As soon as his figure grabbed something similar to the bundle of cloth, by setting his foot onto a blade of grass leaves then he immediately salted several times and slid swiftly into the cave where he did so earlier.

Shortly after that he immediately put something he grabbed earlier right on the rock where he had been doing all his time.

"Hmmm, it turns out this is a baby boy. Perhaps the scream of a woman was her mother. Indra.. This boy is named Indra. I had to go upstairs to see what was really going on. "The old man said in his heart.

The old man immediately darted lightly up the hard cliff wall.

Arriving at the top, he slightly frowned seeing many corpses dressed as royal warriors lying overlapping on the edge of the mouth of this vale of carcasses.

"Hmmm.. It seems there has been a war in this place. Then where did the woman who shouted Indra's name go?" I need to find him right away. Maybe he ran away or got killed in this place." The old man said talking alone. But before he passed, it seemed that from afar a squad of soldiers on horseback were heading towards his direction.

Seeing from their clothes that it was a royal warrior, then the old man was just indifferent.

To him, he had no business with them.

The cavalry of soldiers now arrived before the old man. Appearing on the horseback of a burly man in a more conspicuous attire than the others signified that he was the leader of the entourage immediately snapped. "Old man. Did you see a group of women escorted by some soldiers passing through this road?" Asked the noble man haughtily.

"I've been here since. But I don't see anyone passing by except you and the bodies." Said the old man while pointing towards the corpses of the soldiers who were scattered.

"Bad. Talk politely to parents. You don't know who you're talking to? Take a good look that we are the soldiers of the Earth Spikes and this one is our leader named Raka Pati" said one soldier snapping.

"What.. Whahuh? I didn't hear." The old man said as he pointed his ear towards the soldier.

"Hey.. You Earth Nail Dogs. I have nothing to do with you. If there's anything you're looking for, go find it and don't bother me." The old man said again.

"Bad. You should be taught the old man's manners.

Wikalpa.., teach the old man a lesson!" The order of the man named Raka pati.

Without waiting for the second command, the man called by the name of Wikalpa immediately jumped off his horse's back and lightly landed right in front of the old man.

Arriving in front of the old man, Wikalpa immediately sent a kick accompanied by high levels of energy.

He guessed that just one kick, the old man would break his bones. But what he did not expect was, that he was just kicking the empty space.

Wikalpa immediately frowned to find where the old man was.

"Review behind you Wikalpa...!" Shouted Raka pati giving warning. But late. Wikalpa only realized after one jotosan landed on his right shoulder.

Getting a punch containing high energy in it makes Wikalpa immediately fell to the front kissing the ground.

"Setaayaan.....! You're all. Attack this old monkey!" Shouted Wikalpa who had been controlled by anger.

"Hehehehe. Go ahead so I don't bother wasting my time." The old man said while chuckling.

"Bad! Kill the old man! Throw the body into the abyss!" Shouted Raka pati furiously.

"Seraaaa....!"

"Yet....!"

The wuzz..!

"Haiyit..."

As soon as the soldiers attacked, it looked like the old man was being brackets by the flash of a sword that was alternately being fired in one direction.

For those who do not have silat intelligence, it can be ascertained that the body will be minced meat. But to the old man, he just chuckled at receiving attacks from all directions.

"Heyit..."

"Kiraat.."

"Open.."

The sound of a kick interspersed with the sound of a complaint restrained when the old man launched his foot kick right on some soldiers so that they bounced and hit some of their friends behind.

"Nonsense.., back off all of you!" The command of Raka pati.

All the soldiers who felt the terror of the old man's attack began to chirp with guts. Without waiting for the command twice, they immediately jumped back from the fighting arena.

"Hehehe... Turns out the mother dog started to intervene."

"Shut your mouth, old man!"

"Ups... Hehehe I'll keep my mouth shut." Said the old man while covering his mouth with his hands.

"Setaaaan.., you're too insulting to old people. Feel this slash of my sword."

"Yeshaat...."

Wuzz...

"Hehehe.., your sword style can only frighten the market. Right here! get your whole swordsmanship out! Hehe..."

"You can be an old man..."

Wuzzz...

As soon as Raka pati finished with his words, he who had been controlled by anger immediately blazed his sword. Instantly, the old man was like being brackets by the sword light that was flashing to and fro attacking the deadly points on his body.

"Heiii..."

"Uft...."

The old man just squinted back and forth with irregular steps and horses. Sometimes his body leaned forward like a drunk. Sometimes tilted to the side even he was also crouching jumping around like an ape. But even though the old man's silat style looks careless, but Raka's starch still can't bear his attack on the old man's body.

"Satan base. Who is this old man really? The silat moves are really weird. It's hard to guess." Raka said pati in the heart.

"Old man! Who the hell are you? Tell me your name and ask for it so I can write your name on your tombstone." Said Raka pati with breath gasping.

"Haha. You're too confident, young man. Huh huh? What earlier? You asked me my name, didn't you?" Said the old man while pointing his ear to Raka's face of starch.

"Setaaaan.., you're a parent."

"Heavy..."

Fights again broke out and this time it was fiercer than before.

A long while passed, now it seemed that the old man had the upper hand. He immediately sent out a kick towards Raka's waist of starch, making Raka starch curl sideways to avoid that kick. But who would have thought that the kick was just a trick.

As soon as Raka's starch twisted aside, the old man immediately sent a hard jotosan towards Raka's empty starch ribs without protection. As a result, the starch rabbit is thrown aside and falls tilted just below ************** its horse leg.

As soon as Raka starch fell, the old man immediately darted towards the back of the horse and nudged the pouch against the horse.

The touch that contains energy in it makes the horse neigh while lifting the front legs and pecking on the body of Raka Pati.

The state of Raka pati is now really not karuan after being trampled by a horse whose pouch is in the middle by the old man.

Seeing Raka starches as if exhausted on the bulls, the old man jumped up and down in excitement while clapping his hands.

"Go back to the nails of the earth! I don't have much time to serve you guys play." Said the old man with a haunted face.

"This is your toy sword I'm returning."

"Wuuzzz..."

How surprised Raka Pati saw the sword stuck in the ground about an inch from the front of his nose.

He woke up and wanted to swear. But the old man was no longer visible to his nose.

"Who is that old man? The science of silatnya is very difficult to measure." Raka said pati in the heart.

"You all get ready! We're going back to the palace now." Raka said starches and then jumped on the back of his horse and pounded the horse like a fidelity followed by his subordinate soldiers.

SERIATE...