Prince Without Crown
The fight of life and death
The middle-aged man wearing the battle warrior clothes seemed to be standing with one of his hands clasping the sword hilt.
While shouting out loud, he immediately darted with a sword swinging profusely towards the neck of a young man wearing white pants, a sleeveless white shirt with a gold embroidered yellow silk cloth wrapped around her waist.
The wuzzz!
The sound of the wind whistling brought a stinging heat to the young man's skin. However, what was very surprising was that the young man smiled instead.
A blink of an eye again the sword would find its target, all of a sudden...
Taps!
It seemed that the young man flicked his index finger towards the blade of the sword making the sword bounce back violently back together with the man also staggering back.
"Come, Pratisara! Is it just that?" Cibir Prince Indra Mahesa.
"Snake brat. Don't be arrogant! Let's fight a thousand moves!" Snapped Commander Pratisara and then again swung his sword which now looked just like a silver lightning strike.
The young man who was none other than Prince Indra Mahesa just ducked down to avoid the attack so that the slash of the sword belonging to Commander Pratisara only passed an inch from the top of his head.
Prince Indra Mahesa then salted when the slash came back from the middle with the target is the abdomen.
Seeing both of his attacks escaped with just a little body innocence from his opponent, Commander Pratisara now intensified the attack he launched again.
"Devil!!! What kind of science does this bastard use? None of my attacks have found a target" Commander Pratisara lamented inwardly.
More than ten steps have passed. However, none of the attacks he launched could hit the target. In fact, for attacks from the moves he issued, let alone snot children. Swordsmen who have eaten a lot of salt acid in the martial world will avoid the algae. But in fact, this young man just jumped carelessly, crouched down, sometimes tilted to the present and to the right like a drunk. Then jump around like an itchy monkey. But still the way that looks so perfunctory is so powerful as to avoid every attack that he launched.
Pratisara did not know that currently Prince Indra Mahesa is issuing his magic steps. This move is not intended to attack. However, to survive and to measure the silat science possessed by the opponent, this style is very useful.
Although it looks careless, but it is proven that ten styles have passed so quickly without the young man in the slightest they are depressed.
"Hiaaaah!"
There was a shout from Commander Pratisara accompanied by a lesatan of his body that suddenly came out of the fighting arena.
While reciting the incantation, he now punched towards the ground and it was clear that both hands up to the extent of the elbow had now turned jet-black.
"Wrestling! Be carefull! The traitor is issuing a study of his Ireng site. That dish contained an extremely vile poison!" Larkin warned.
"Thank you for your warning, Larkin!" Prince Indra Mahesa said then he immediately shook his hands down, then went up. Down again then with clenched fists, he raised his hand to the waist. Once he finished reciting the spell, it now became clear that from his hand it had now turned silvery.
"Holy Father!!!" Shouted Prince Indra Mahesa then immediately pushed his palms towards the front.
Seriate...