KNIGHTS OF MANAH VALLEY
Selah Rambak

What if that black light suddenly attacked him?

When Rambak Selah was still overwhelmed with many questions in his mind, Patih Ragas gave a surprise attack with a sword drawn forward. However, Rambak Selah used the body of one of his men as a shield.

The sword pierced through the stomach of Rambak Selah's men who took Wulan from Wanapati, making the man speechless. If he could speak for the last time, perhaps the man would apologize to Patih Ragas, but a second later Patih Ragas pulled out his sword and made the man die.

“You deserve it!” lirih Patih Ragas looked at the body of the veiled man.

Meanwhile in another corner, the Manah Valley emerged from behind the lush trees. The young man made use of the tree trunk as a base and darted attacking the figure of the black clothes carrying the arrow of Rambak Selah's subordinate.

Five opponents are easily paralysed with a variety of broken bone injuries. A second later, the young man again vanished from the sight of Rambak Selah's subordinate, with quick movements without anyone being able to see using ordinary eyes.

“It's not human! It's ghost!” exclaimed one of Rambak Selah's subordinates who carried an arrow. However, after saying so the black figure was hit by one Manah Valley attack that left him grimacing in pain.

Shouts after shouts were heard clearly by the subordinates of Rambak Selah who made his mentality shrink.

It was the point of excellence of the Manah Valley, mentally knocking out the opponent with the injuries he made. Then, attacking opponents whose mental decline with surprise attacks, to make his opponent injured quite badly.

“Badness!” growled by one of Rambak Selah's subordinates who seemed mentally stronger than others “Fight jan—aahhkk!”

Rambak Selah's subordinate's words came to a halt and turned into screams of pain after his right wrist was broken by the Manah Valley. Unnoticed by his opponent, the young man came from another angle, and disappeared into the other corner again.

“Just relax, I won't kill you!” yelled Manah Valley from the void without revealing its form which made the subordinates of Rambak Selah even more frightened.

“Give up and repent. Your family is waiting at home!” keep up the young man.

However, the warning of the Manah Valley was not heeded by the subordinates of Rambak Selah. The remaining ten people drew arrows and released in all directions. Of course, the arrows shot unscathed and only targeted in all directions because they were scared.

It was indeed mentally they had been dropped by a young man who had not even turned twenty years old.

“You guys are stubborn too!” Again there was a scream without revealing its form.

Meanwhile, although Rambak Selah had seen a black shadow take Wulan away and paralyze its members, but the old man could do nothing but fight Patih Ragas.

“I warned you for the last time!” indignant Rambak Selah threatened Patih Ragas. “Give me that heirloom sword!”

“Hahaha! How dare you threaten me!” patih Ragas with a small smile. “I've seen a lot of fights, so don't blame me for refusing your orders!”

Rambak Selah's smile slowly turned into a grim face. Rambak Selah's right hand pointed forward gesturing his remaining subordinates to attack Patih Ragas.

“Capture that Pethit Swamp Sword!” rambak Selah shouted followed by his remaining subordinates darting towards Patih Ragas.

Inescapable fight, Patih Ragas swung his sword that had been drained in order to welcome the attacks of Rambak Selah's subordinates. Some lives were lost because of the Sword of Pethit Sawa, some more attacked the heavy-bodied train as if not afraid of death.

The roof of the inn was destroyed due to the attack that missed from Patih Ragas. However, moments later, the coach managed to send five subordinates of Rambak Selah to the afterlife with terrible incision wounds.

One sword slash followed by a bright blue light shot out quickly, making the five subordinates of Rambak Selah die.

“Your inner strength is big, train!” rambak Selah from a distance. “But is your body still able to survive after inhaling my homemade smoke bomb?”

“Hahaha! That's not a problem for me!” sahut Patih Ragas while slashing his sword at Rambak Selah's subordinate.

“What a stubbornness!” lirih Rambak Selah while removing a round iron from his inner pocket.

He grasped the black round iron, then extended it into a stick that contained an aura of darkness. At each end of the stick, there was a red dragon carving that was probably the origin of the stick.

Rambak Selah darted her wand vertically from top to bottom grabbing Patih Ragas. Almost Patih Ragas was hit by a slash on his head, if not make the Pethit Sawa Sword as his defense.

Even so, still Patih Ragas staggered a few steps back due to the energy in Rambak Selah which was also the same magnitude.

Patih Ragas looked surprised to see Rambak Selah's wand. From what he felt, Rambak Selah's wand was an heirloom that might be stronger than the Sword of Pethit Sawa which now belongs to him.

Despite the difficulties, Patih Ragas has adapted to his new sword. After the case of the Great Sejagat Palace, the sturdy coach continued to train his sword style using the Sword of Pethit Sawa.

“Red Dragon Stick!” rambak Selah exclaimed a cynical smile and stood behind his subordinates. “I have prepared it to fight you, train!”

“Hahaha, why, if the stick is better than this sword!” sahut Patih Ragas is still at his leisure. “The one who determines victory is the owner!”

“Pethit Swamp!”

After saying so, Patih Ragas darted quickly to finish off the remaining subordinates of Rambak Selah. And one last attack, he aimed at Rambak Selah who was still standing behind his subordinates who had fallen scattered.

Rambak Selah was thrown a few steps back with a scratch on his left arm. Although it had repelled the attack of Patih Ragas by flowing a deep power on his staff, but the attack of Patih Ragas combined his profound strength and speed in one sword slash, which made his attack even more deadly.

“Badness!” the Gerram Rambak Selah.

After using that high-level skill, Patih Ragas managed to catch his breath panting. The heavy-bodied coach seemed to expend too much energy in, to make himself exhausted.

“Now it's my turn, train!” said Rambak Selah lifting his staff up high with both hands.

A reddish glow enveloped the staff, then with a single blow like slashing at something in front of him, the reddish light shot vertically towards Patih Ragas.

Although the sturdy trainer had repelled with his sword, but due to too much exertion in, and still adapting to the Pethit Sawa Sword, Patih Ragas was hit by one Rambak Selah attack.

His body was pushed a few steps back, and created a long overdraft on the ground where it fell with his mouth spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her clothes were torn on the left chest, making her breath feel tight and hot.

"Bad! This guy is so strong!" patih Ragas.