Swordsman Without Friends
People who sell their own friends (bag3).

The bodies of the two people in black cloaked coats who were members of the 'Bond of Black Kalong' were bounced up to five six steps away. splashes of blood and charred flesh fragments scattered until they hit the bodies of the members of the horde 'Horse Wind'.Even Surti Cenil who was still limp tertotok can feel the smell of splashes of blood on his face.

The girl though not able to move her body but still able to make a sound, until unconsciously she was strangled in disgust. moreover one of the two blood-soaked bodies fell right in front of her. the person who was none other than this tall man died with the back of the charred mid-chest.

One more corpse was killed in a way that was no less terrible.His back was torn five strokes from the left shoulder to down to the waist. shred it though not until penetrating to the front of the body but deep enough to crush the backbone.the skin and flesh of the body that was torn apart in addition to the smell of charred nose sting also reflected blackish smoke.

Even though almost half the bodies of the two bodies were charred by a very hot hard object but no screams came out of their mouths, it was possible to arrive at the afterlife, nor will the spirits of the two men ever know how death came to them.

Midnight has long passed. The air that blows feels increasingly cold gripping the heart.The incident took place so fast that no one can explain the beginning and end. of the nearly two dozen members of the Wind Horse now only eight people remain, and three of them have been seriously injured.

Despite feeling relieved their lives could still be saved but the feeling of horror was also aghast making all those people silent in confusion.so was the 'Black Face Beggar'. perhaps even the disbelief in everything that happened before his eyes was much stronger than the outpouring of anger in his heart.

A dark-clothed young man who was a little gloomy and made of thick cloth just knew he was standing next to the corpse of Cagak Randu. the flame of the torch lying on the ground illuminated part of his handsome yet pale face as cold as a corpse.with his thin but greenish-muscle left hand he slowly pulled out a knife from the neck of Cagak Randu.

The killer knife is just a kitchen knife whose shape is very common and can be found in any market. the tip of the young man's tongue licked the blood that soaked the knife.His eyes closed for a moment as if he was a cook who was permeating the taste of the dish.

Two yellowish grains of medicine he put into the mouth of Nyi Jaran Mirah, as well as three fingers that emit a bluish light hit the back and the right chest of the grandmother. amazingly, some of these movements he can do in almost the same time.

What this strange-looking pale young man had done instantly awakened everyone from his shock.almost in unison they looked towards the young man named Pranacitra. the Black-Faced Beggar who first wanted to rebuke was actually first exposed to the youth.

''Hey you, the ugly old man with the face of a charred skillet who claimed to be the former head of the beggar's society 'Babang Ireng'. Almost five years ago your society was destroyed without a clear cause 'Beggar Gigi Gompal' with a dozen of his men also mampus in the area of the Back..''

''From what I've heard, you've tried so many times to figure out what really happened there while trying to avenge the killer. although there is a hint yet you never want to believe it because you think it is a stupid and crazy joke if all your men die just because of the actions of a limp boy..''

Pranacitra pointed at the old beggar. ''You need not be surprised by everything I know. Believe me all the news is true. Now in your heart you must ask, why do I know so much about this matter.?'' Pranacitra momentarily seemed to deliberately hang his words before then answering. ''Because I am the killer.!''

No questions answered between the two of them. The Black-Faced Beggar could only be stunned to hear everything, but there was no time to argue or go berserk. because the person in front of him had flashed while striking a magic punch that let out a loud roaring sound accompanied by a bolt of black and yellow gold light.

This deadly attack was very fast without any sign.even the target was also unexpected.right between the thighs of the Black-Faced Beggar.! although very flabbergasted, however, he is a veteran silat figure who is full of experience.

With an angry herding the weapon 'Cemeti Ulet' in his right hand jerked and malignant slump forward targeting the head while twisting the neck of the opponent.while his left hand hit with a devotion 'Blue Spicy Branch' to withstand the powerful blows of the pale young man who came threatening.the distance between them was only four or five steps.push forcepun.!

'Whuuut., bheeet., craatt.!'

'Ctaaaarrr, blaaarrr., blaaaam.!'

''Aaahk., young bastard.!'' shouted the Black-Faced Beggar withstanding his ruffled and pain.His body was not only chastened backwards but also fell rolling down.The black cloak ornate patches at the bottom were torn large. although his Blue Pedut Centipede was able to withstand the opponent's powerful blow but still the explosion of his strength made his two thighs injured and maybe even crushed his bones.

In pain this old man shuddered in horror.he had very little thought the strength of the young man was so great. if it was too late to act maybe now he was sprawled so a corpse with the bottom of the stomach collapsed with both legs.This person gritted his teeth trying to stand but failed. he had to just shuffle back and berate.

Again the Black-Faced Beggar threw a powerful blow to the Blue Pedut Centipede up to three times as well as his whip, but only with the same kind of punch science could all his attacks be made to annihilate the opponent. even with just one hand, the weapon can be seized by the young man without a care this whip contains ferocious poison. the old man screamed violently as the five fists and slaps alternately beat his chest and face to vomit blood.

His strength had already greatly reduced.by rolling his body the old man tried to keep away.Rage, pain mixed with fear made the condition of this old man become very sad. Pranacitra did not feel the need to chase after him.he used a little time to exterminate the poison of the Ulet Centipede left in his palm.With the power of the 'Blue Nirmala' magic stone everything could be resolved so easily.

''Aakh., haakh., kaa., kaa., kauu., you pem., bastard youth. kep., kepa., fucking rat. aakh., you must mee., sucks., sorry to have been ber., bera., bera., ni men, wakai dii., myself., uaaghk.!'' with a cry of pain the old beggar swore and threatened. ''Aa., I, I, too, have ben, da. you see. Haa., uh.!''

Forcefully laughing the Black-Faced Beggar reached into something from behind his patchy black robe and pointed it upwards. Pranacitra was stunned silent and slowly lowered his head when he saw the object in the hands of the opponent. ''Huhm., that crazy bastard.after you saw it you must have been terrified. Haa., ha., it's too late. You better kill yourself.!'' exclaimed the Black Face Beggar.I somehow he became confident even able to speak fluently.

Pranacitra did not answer anything. Instead his left hand raised and jerked towards the trees.from the top of the leafy grass darted down a blackish object along five or six inch. know-know an iron rod has been stuck in front of the young man.

The night wind whirled throughout the forest until it knocked out the leaves and shrubs of grass.The atmosphere turned increasingly gripping.the roll of black cloth that wrapped the handle part of the iron stick apart. strangely a skull head carving in the handle of an iron stick rotates facing forward.A pair of skull eyes glittering red as if thirsty for the blood of his victims.

The young man began to whistle.a whistle song that is very sad soul.although no one knows what this whistle tells but without feeling it has made some people shed tears. now he also began to walk closer.His limp footsteps dragged down the ground made the Black Face Beggar's heart collapse his guts.he remembered someone who should never have appeared again.

''Kaa., you., you see., sett., satan. devil fucker. buu., didn't you get finished. kub., your grave is also new. sii., siaa., damn. jaa., damn., jang., don't you dare men., come near me. damned demons. baa., bang., sat. assholes everything. kee., got, why did they say you were dead. Aakh, aaarrkhh.!'' only that was the last scream that could come out of the mouth of the Black-Faced Beggar.

The tip of the black iron stick had hit his head, right between his eyebrows.The tip of the stick was slowly rotating like a drill bit that was about to penetrate the stone wall. blood mixed with brain fluid continued to gush from the wound hole in the head. The pair of old bulging eyes were glaring like they were about to come out. both hands reached out and gripped the black iron it was trying to hold back, holding back, but the will of the heart and the thoughts in his head had already been severed.

The old body was toppled with a hole through the back.one cold and vile grin was on Pranacitra's lips. ''Hehm., you shouldn't be a moron by taking out ugly things like this.'' he muttered sighing while looking at a black flag with the emblem of the 'Demon's Gate' party' which was still clasped in the hands of the Black-Faced Beggar.

Sorry if the story feels boring, said the author anyway, this chapter will have little to do with the story in the novel 13 Killer. Thank you for all the criticism of his advice. (honestly I yo wis bosen help up date ngene iki. cuuaaapeeekkkk you boss.🥱😑)