Chirping birds greet the morning sun. The wind gently blows away the mist of dewdrops like pearls scattered on the leaves. A beautiful morning refreshing, opening life to the inhabitants of the earth's surface. But the beauty of this morning was still marred by the sound of shrill screams and the clink of weapons clashing.
It seemed like the voices were coming from a not so wide meadow at the edge of the Whirlpool Forest. It looks like two people are fighting soul complaining. Meanwhile, three other people were standing not too far from the fight, looking seriously watching the fierce and fast battle.
Suddenly one of the fight, jumped out of the arena. Twice spun through the air, then cutely landed on the ground. Sweat soaked his face and clothes. The man was holding a large machete, just like a butcher of cattle. He stood in front of three people who were each holding a large, heavy-looking machete.
They immediately jumped in a circle, enclosing a young woman in a tight green dress. Body shape
beautiful and slender offset the look on her pretty face. The woman was shaking her fan which was flashing in the sunlight. The tips of the fans are sharp like a mala of blades, ready to cut open the opponent. A smile appeared on the voluptuous red lips.
"I told you earlier, you Four Slaughter Devils had better come down together," came the soft, beautiful woman's voice.
"Humph! Don't be so presumptuous, Death Fan! You may not win for sure
against us!” snorted one of the men in black.
The Four Slaughter Devils could be identified by name individually from their color
her clothes. The one wearing black clothes is called the Black Butcher. While the blue, red, and yellow are called Blue Butcher, Red Butcher and Yellow Butcher respectively. Why did they clash with the Death Fan?
"Who seeks victory? You guys coming here are just disturbing my rest. It's still good that I didn't directly kill you last night!" the Death Fan muttered
"Satan! You should have been killed last night!" snorted the Blue Butcher furiously.
"I'm afraid you won't be enjoying the sunshine anymore
tomorrow," the Death Fan's voice was calm, yet painful to the ear.
"I'll rip your mouth off, devil!" growled the Yellow Butcher.
"Go ahead if you can. I'm not going back a step."
The Black Butcher gave a loud snap, then quickly jumped up whileswinging his huge machete. The roar of the wind was heard as the machete flashed and struck the Death Fan's body. Only slightly, the beautiful woman tilted her body, the Black Butcher's machete slash passed without hitting the target.
Before the Death Fan could breathe a sigh of relief, another attack came from his right side. The wind roared loudly along with a flash of a machete pointed at the head. Fan of Death lowered his head slightly, and the Yellow Butcher's Saber passed overhead. The Fan of Death had to jump around and around to avoid the attacks of the Four Demon Slaughterers that were coming successively like floods. But until after five moves, the Death Fan has not yet released its flagship knowledge.
Tring, Tring!
Twice the Fan of Death managed to fend off the attacks of the Four Slaughter Devils. The Blue Butcher's and Yellow Butcher's sabers almost slipped from their hands when they hit the silvery steel fan. But their lips grimaced, feeling their wrists grow stiff and tingling.
At the same time the Black Butcher slashed his machete like a Lightning Fan of Death that had just parried the attacks of two opponents, surprised. He quickly bounced, dodging the sudden attack. The Black Butcher whose attack could be dodged immediately gave a follow-up attack that was no less ferocious. Forced Death Fan accelerated his steel fan.
Whoa, ring! "Ah!"
The Death Fan let out a small shriek. He immediately dropped to the ground and rolled over. When his steel fan collided with the Black Butcher's machete, his inner strength was not fully exerted. He didn't expect that the Black Butcher's inner strength was so formidable and quite high.
"Demon!" snorted Death Fan Death Fan immediately stood up. His eyes widened to see his fan lying on the ground some distance away. He regretted taking the Four Slaughter Devils too lightly. It was really unexpected that in just three years the Four Slaughter Devils had made such rapid progress. Especially the Black Butcher. His internal strength is now much higher.
"End of your history, rotten thief!"growled the Black Butcher.
As fast as lightning the Black Butcher lunged while brandishing his machete. The Death Fan bounced backwards avoiding the machete that was bigger than his own hand. But have not had time to set his feet on the ground. The Red Butcher had already slashed his machete into the leg. The Death Fan tapped the tip of the machete with its toe, as it bounced back into the air.
The situation of the Death Fan is truly worrying. Dangerous attacks come and go without giving
the slightest chance to breathe. Death Fan can jump to avoid every attack that threatens his life.
"Modar...!" "Ah!"
The Death Fan quickly bounced out of the battle arena. Blood
oozing from the right shoulder where the tip of the Black Butcher's machete was grazed. It was completely unexpected that when he was dodging to avoid the red butcher's machete, suddenly the black butcher jumped while waving his machete. The Death Fan couldn't dodge anymore. Luckily only the tip of the Black Butcher's machete grazed the skin of his right shoulder.
"Bastard!" The Death Fan growled seeing blood gushing profusely
off his shoulder.
"Red Butcher, Blue Butcher, Yellow Butcher! Kill that cursed thief!" ordered the Black Butcher.
"Yeah...!"
Simultaneously the three people who heard the order, jumped while flashing their machetes. The Black Butcher immediately jumped to attack the Death Fan. Under attack from the four directions, the Death Fan immediately soared high into the air. Four machetes shot under the beautiful woman's feet.
The attacks of the Four Slaughter Devils didn't stop there. As soon as the Death Fans landed on the ground, they immediately attacked fiercely. Once again, the Death Fan was overwhelmed by the successive attacks like sea waves hitting the rocks. When Jagt's machete! Yellow threatens his head, suddenly the Red Butcher's legs fly towards his chest. Coupled with the Blue Butcher's left hand that flew quickly from behind.
At that moment, the Death Fan really had no chance to dodge. One attack might be dodged, but the other three were impossible to dodge. And at that crucial moment, suddenly a white shadow flashed swiftly, hitting the Four Butcher Devils. The four of them took turns before they managed to attack the Fan
Death
"Stump monkey!" the Black Butcher cursed furiously. Now next to FanDeath has stood a handsome young man with shoulder-length hair. The white-skinned youth was wearing a white vest and a sword with a bird's head hilt protruded from behind his back. There was no mistake, that young man was the Sacred Eagle Warrior.
"Young man, don't meddle in my business!"snapped the Black Butcher.
"Hm, I won't interfere in your affairs if you fight in a manly manner," Rangga's voice was calm and low. But it sounds very authoritative.
"Phuih! You act like a hero. You know who we are?" snorted Red Butcher.
"Whoever you are, what is clear is that you are cowards
who usually only gang up on women!" Rangga's voice remained calm and gentle.
"Open your ears wide, young man! We are the Four Slaughter Devils!"
snapped the Black Butcher introducing himself with the intention of the young manbeside the Death Fan was terrified to hear that.
But Rangga even smiled faintly hearing that name. Of course
he had heard of the names of the Four Slaughter Devils. Four people who criss-cross the martial arts jungle and rule an area called Devil's Hill. Apparently it was these people who were always robbing and cruelly killing anyone who crossed Devil's Hill.
"I'm giving you a chance, young man. Now! Get out of here!" said the black Butcher.
"What if I don't want to?" Rangga was clearly challenging, although in an indirect way.
"Stupid! You're looking to die!" the Black Butcher cursed fiercely
The Black Butcher immediately motioned to the others. SimultaneouslyRed Butcher, Yellow Butcher and Blue Butcher jumped around. Their machetes were already crossed in front of their chests. The Sacred Eagle Warrior only glanced at every movement of the four people who surrounded him from the four directions. His lips still curved into a faint smile. "Attack...!" shouted the Black Butcher loudly. Instantly the Four Slaughter Devils jumped while waving their machetes at the Sacred Eagle Warrior. Only a little did the young swordsman move his hand without shifting his feet, suddenly the Four Slaughter Devil's sabers bounced off, leaving each other's hands. Rangga confronts them by deploying his deadly 'Claw of the Eagle'.
The four people's shock had not yet disappeared, suddenly
Rangga turned his body with his right leg swung quickly. Thump, thump,
thump, thump...! The Four Slaughter Devils instantly toppled backwards. The Sacred Eagle Warrior's right foot hit their stomach.
"Ugh!"The Black Butcher felt his stomach turn.
They struggled to get up. Before he could get up, the Sacred Eagle Warrior was already moving quickly, grabbing the backs of their clothes and throwing them together under a large, shady tree. Large, burly bodies fell on top of each other. It's like four sacks of rice thrown carelessly into a warehouse.
They tried to get up again, and their movement was stopped because the Sacred Eagle Warrior had already pressed their necks with their respective machetes. The Black Butcher raised his head. His face was bright red, feeling embarrassed and angry because he could be defeated by a youngster in just one move.
"It's lucky that today I don't want to take my life," Rangga's voice sounded cold.
The Black Butcher gritted his teeth. Slowly he got up
stood up followed by the others. Rangga took three steps back. He threw the four machetes in his hand, till they stuck right in the toes of the Four Slaughter Devils.
"Get out of here, quickly!" snapped Rangga loudly.
The Red Butcher, Yellow Butcher and Blue Butcher quickly drew their machetes. Reluctantly the Black Butcher also pulled his machete from the ground. His two sharp eyes stared at the Sacred Eagle Warrior with hatred. His jaw clenched tightly in anger. Without another word, the four of them walked away.
Black Butcher turned his body after his leg swung around ten paces. He stood with his hands akimbo. The others also stopped behind the Black Butcher.
"Death Fan, our troubles are not over yet!" shouted the Black Butcher loudly.
Finishing saying that, the Black Butcher quickly turned around and galloped off followed by the others. In a moment they were no longer visible. Rangga turned his body and stepped closer to the Death Fan who had just picked up his fan gun. Tucked the magic steel fan to the waist.
"You're hurt..."
"Thank you!" The Death Fan interrupted quickly before Rangga finished with his sentence. His voice sounded harsh and he didn't seem happy that he was being helped.
"Sorry, did I make things difficult for you?" Ranga didn't understand
with this girl's attitude.His brows furrowed as if he was thinking. "Lots!" the Death Fan snapped.
"Lots...!?" Rangga was shocked half to death.
It was truly dead that the Sacred Eagle Warrior did not understand the attitude of this beautiful girl. His life had been saved, but he looked displeased. In fact, he said even made a lot of trouble. What difficulties?
"You better get out of here, or I'll go" said the Death Fan
"Hey...! Wait," shouted Rangga, as soon as he saw the Death Fan walking away.
The Fan of Death just kept swinging its steps. Rangga ran after and parallel his steps with the girl. He was still curious about the attitude of the Death Fan which he felt was very strange.
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The Sacred Eagle Warrior became even more curious. Every question was answered curtly by the Death Fan. In that brief moment, he had heard the Black Butcher's words that made his mind keep on wondering. It seemed impossible for the Four Slaughter Devils to get out of Devil's Hill without something very important. More so to clash with this girl. Butcher Black calls this girl a thief. What was stolen? What's the matter between the Death Fan and the Four Slaughter Devils? Various questions raged in the Spiritual Eagle Warrior's mind. Questions that could not be answered, because the Death Fan was unfriendly to him.
Rangga continues to step parallel to this beautiful girl. Even though the Death Fan uses the art of lightening the body, for the Magical Eagle Warrior it is not difficult. The science of lightening the body he has is far above the Death Fan.
"Why do you keep following me?" asked the Death Fan curtly. stopped his steps and turned to face the Sacred Eagle Warrior.
"You haven't answeredMy question," said Rangga.
"You've been asking a lot of questions, while I don't know which questions to answer," snorted the Death Fan sarcastically.
"What's your real name?" asked Ranga."I told you, my name is Death Fan!"
"That's your nickname."
"What is the difference?"
"Of course it's different, I can't possibly help you all the time.
continuously withoutknow your real name."
"Who needs your help? Even without your intervention, I can also finish off the Four Slaughter Devils!"
"Hm, you almost passed out earlier!" Rangga is also fierce.
"I was just pretending, I knew you were coming. I just wanted to see how great you are. Well, it's okay."
"Bedegul!" Rangga cursed in his heart. "This girl is really stubborn, arrogant, arrogant and a bit wild."
"What's your name?" asked the Death Fan suddenly."Rangga," said Ranga.
"Your nickname?"
"Profound Eagle Warrior."
"Nice nickname. Honey, you can only beat wormsearthworms."
The Death Fan's words sounded mocking, but Rangga only faced them with a smile. For some reason he became interested in the attitude of this girl in front of him. Suddenly his memory was directed at Saka Lintang, the first girl he met after leaving the Bangkai Valley. (Read; Serial Sacred Eagle in the story, Devil of the Skeleton Valley).
In some ways, the Death Fan has similarities with
Saka Lintang. Neither the attitude nor the beauty of her face. Rangga seemed to be dealing with the girl who had shaken his heart for the first time, and died at his hands too. It's just that Rangga can't confirm which group the Death Fan belongs to?
"What are you daydreaming about?" said the Death Fan.
"Oh! No," Rangga stammered.Instantly Saka Lintang's shadow dispersed.
"Are you thinking about your lover?" guessed the girl right away.
"No!" Rangga answered quickly, he was also surprised to hear that allegation. But he himself doesn't know if he is in love with Saka Lintang.
The Death Fan smiled a little. He waltzed in and positioned himself under a tree. It was so nice that the girl sat leaning against a shady tree that protected her skin from the sun. Rangga approached and sat in front of him. His eyeballs occasionally stole glances at the beautiful face in front of him. A reddish white face like a newborn child without sin.
"You want to say your name, right?" pressedKanga again.
"Apparently you like to push too, huh. All right, my name is PandanFragrant," said the Death Fan, stating his real name.
"You had a problem with the Four Slaughter Devils?" asked Rangga again feeling that he had the opportunity.
"I don't know," said Pandan Wangi or Death Fan.His shoulders lifted slightly.
"Why clash with them?"
"Joking."
"Damn!" snorted Rangga in his heart.
Rangga noticed Pandan Wangi's bleeding right shoulder.Her hand reached out to check, but the girl brushed it off. He took his hand which was stretched out a little. His eyes immediately landed on the girl's eyeballs.
"You're injured, it looks like there's poison in it "
"Ah!"
Before Rangga had even finished speaking, Pandan Wangi suddenly shrieked. Instantly his face paled. His body was shivering like a fever. Rangga immediately approached, then laid him down. Pandan Wangi, who had already felt poison flowing from the wound on his shoulder, did not refuse the help of the Sacred Eagle Warrior for the second time.
Apparently the Black Butcher's machete that injured his other shoulder contained a slow-acting but extremely dangerous poison
turn off. Rangga's fingers moved quickly to strike several parts of Pandan Wangi's body. Then tear the clothes around the wound. Pandan Wangi screamed in surprise, but his body felt weak so he couldn't do anything else. Only his eyes widened.
Rangga pulled out a small knife tucked into Pandan Wangi's waist. Just when he was about to use the knife, Pandan Wangi prevented him.
"No, the knife is poison!"
Ranga frowned. He kissed the tip of the small blade. His forehead wrinkled even more when he knew the poison that was on the knife in his hand, was very powerful and powerful. It felt like the one that was hit wouldn't be able to stand it in just half a day. Rangga put the knife aside.
"What would you do?" Pandan Wangi screamed when Rangga turned around.
As soon as Pandan Wangi fell asleep on his stomach, Rangga immediately sucked
his clothes. Pandan Wangi squealed again. Now back skinsmooth white one wide open. Rangga shook his head to get rid of the dirty thoughts that immediately ambushed his mind. His hands slightly trembled as he pressed his palms against that smooth white back.
Rangga immediately focused on Pandan Wangi's body through his palms. Thin smoke began to billow from between the fingers of the Sacred Eagle Warrior who clung tightly to Pandan Wangi's back. It took a long time for Rangga to channel his pure air.
"Hook..., hock!" Pandan Wangi vomited thick black blood twice.
Black blood was also coming out of the wound on his right shoulder.Rangga continued to channel his mummy air trying to expel the poison that had spread throughout the network of blood vessels in this girl's body. It's just a little too late to help, maybe Pandan Wangi is just a name.
"Uh! Sigh...!" Rangga let out a long sigh.
The hands that were stuck to his back released after Pandan Wangi vomited thick black blood for the third time. The blood that came out of the wound on the right shoulder was also fresh red. Rangga sat with his face drenched in sweat. The girl's body was turned over again, and her fingers immediately moved to release the pressure points on Pandan Wangi's body.
Rangga still sat catching his breath.It was obvious that he was really tired of draining his soul to expel the poison. The girl looks like she's moving her head for a while. Then immediately sit up. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of her messy clothes. The right shoulder and back were torn. Pandan Wangi hastily fixed it as best he could.
"Demon! What have you done, heh?" Pandan Wangi snapped fiercely.
"Don't move yet. Not all of the poison in your body has come out yet," said Rangga, not responding to the girl's screams.
"Phuih! You dare to touch my body. You must die,
Rangga!" Pandan Wangi snorted.
"Just sit down first, meditate for a while. Your energy hasn't recovered properly," Rangga's voice was still calm and gentle.
"You must die, setaaan!" Pandan Wangi shouted.
Pandan Wangi, who has the title Fan of Death, immediately pulls out his magic fan. Then he lunged at the Sacred Eagle Warrior fiercely. But just also kicked off, suddenly his legs shook and fell to the ground.
"Oh my legs..." groaned Pandan Wangi feeling his legs suddenly go weak.
"I told you, the poison in your body hasn't all come out yet,"
said Rangga while helping Pandan Wangi sit back down. His hand took the magic steel fan lying on the ground.
Then tucked again in the waist of its owner.Of course the Death Fan was also surprised by Rangga's attitude. They had only known and met for a while, but the Sacred Eagle Warrior had helped him twice. What exactly does this young man want? Did he also consider himself to have succeeded in taking the Sewu Dragon Book, like the others?
Pandan Wangi wondered about Rangga's attitude. So he didn't understand what this Sacred Eagle Warrior wanted. If he had bad intentions, of course Rangga could easily kill him. Especially in a state of serious injury like this. Pandan Wangi really didn't understand what happened. His head throbbed even more at the thought of this handsome Eagle Demon Warrior.
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