The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pk 02 part 1
This SWORD is made of wood that is rarely found in this world, because the wood is fragrant wood found near the Himalayan Mountains in the western world. Sin-jiu Kiam-ong gets the sword as a gift from an Indian hermit who is nearing the last moment.
Wood from a tree that may have only a few trunks left in the entire Himalayan peak. Wood that smells so good, and hard as steel. But in addition to fragrant wood is also a repellent for all the effects of toxins. Any toxic items when touched by this wood as if sucked poison and no longer dangerous.
"These mongrels have been my friends for decades" he said, taking a deep breath and kissing the sword with the tip of his nose. "Not only is the sword a very sacred will, also the owner of this sword will be able to unlock the secrets of the entire place of storage of mine, starting from heirloom books containing high science lessons to a store of valuable jewelry and mustica weapons. However, only he who is a match seems to be able to have all that through this sword. But you must also remember carefully, for you all will this sword, so I don't think any of you will be able to kill me easily, even if I promise not to fight with a finger of my hand. Well, I'm ready, who's willing to step in and take the sword, do it, I won't get in the way!"
After saying so, Sin-jiu Kiam-ong immediately put the sword back in front of his feet on the ground and closed his eyes. His mouth smiled sincerely, as sincere as his heart that had been roundly welcoming the coming of death.
"Sie Cun Hong, I forgive your sin as long as you give me the sword!" kiu-bwe Toanio Lu Sian Cu.
The scream was followed by a loud trembling sound. The black rays of manyambar as the nine hooked ends of the whips had struck towards the wooden sword in front of Sin-jiu Kiam-ong.
"Pat-trang-trang...!" Sparkling fireworks and ninth ‘ekor’ whip bounced.
"What do you want?" kiu-bwe Toanio snapped furiously and his face turned red. His eyes dodged looking towards the eight others who had already simultaneously advanced to fend off his whip.
"Hemm, you're not the only one who needs the sword of Siang-bhok-kiam, Kiu-bwe Toanio, we need it!" This speech came out from the mouth of Coa Kiu the grandfather of the Hoa-san-pai figure and was lightning fast Coa Kiu and Coa Bu, respectively, the two Hoa-san Siang-sin-kiam had moved their swords into a long and powerful light heading towards Siang-bhok-kiam with the intention of preempting and snatching the wooden sword before the others could make a move.
"The...!" Back this powerful sword beam was blown away as a result of being fended off by many weapons.
"Ho-ho-ho, Hoa-san Siang-sin-kiam, don't be hasty! Pinceng also need…!" Thian Kek Hwesio the black Siauw-lim-pai figure mocked.
The smile on Sin-jiu Kiam-ong's lips widened and now the nine people looking at each other frowned. Only then do they know what Sin-jiu Kiam-ong said to them that it would not be easy for anyone among them to kill the grandfather even if the grandfather did not fight him. If the grandfather had been able to guess first that among these nine people there would be a struggle!
Meanwhile, behind a large tree hid Keng Hong. This boy had blown the flute over the buffalo's back and entered the forest while continuing to blow the flute slowly. After arriving in the middle of the forest, he was forced to stop the blowing of his flute that had been done just to calm his pounding heart.
And at the same time there was dislike for them. He has read a lot about the character of the virtuous, wise and mighty, the character of the warriors who always uphold truth, justice and valor. But the nine men were about to gang up on an old grandfather who was completely unwilling to put up a fight. How ugly and despicable!
The nine people were now facing each other with angry eyes. No one among them spoke the words, but their eyes had clearly expressed their feelings and all the nerves in the body had stiffened, ready to pound the opponent to fight for the heirloom sword they really want.
Finally Kok Cin Cu, the youngest person from Kong-thong Ngo-lojin, let out a long sigh and said, his voice as usual smooth yet full of prestige.
"Accomplishing high ideals is not easy, getting a Day-bhok-kiam heirloom is of course very difficult. It is worth taking at the risk of life. All right, let's all prove, which one of us is the most appropriate and fooled to have a Day-bhok-kiam." After saying so, Kok Cin Cu touched her waist and…
"Singgg…!" there was a loud sound when this old tosu passed his belt which turned out to be a thin and smooth steel belt.
Suppose this belt is the special weapon of the tosu, played like a man holding a sharp whip. This belt let out a rustling sound and it seemed that its rays were dazzling. Turning the belt over his head, the left arm of this tosu cunning makes a glaring sound, filled with the Science of Ang-liong Jiauw-kang which seems more terrible and shrewd than the steel belt itself!
"Omitohud! Forced us to break the kill ban, Sute!" said Thian Ti Hwesio who had white eyebrows to his sute while turning the stick he was carrying.
It was not an indiscriminate stick, for it was a stick of a weapon called Liong-cu-pang (Dragon Mustika Stick), a stick whose tip was large round like a steel ball, and its weight will not be less than two hundred catties!
His high black Thian Kek Hwesio had also let out a groaning sound and immediately he moved his right hand.
"Wuuuttt...!" there was a sound and a strong wind coming.
May he have escaped the robe he was wearing earlier and now the robe he has held the end. Do not take lightly the weapon of this robe, because it was in the hands of that great high hwesio, this robe could turn into a weapon whose hardness exceeded that of steel, its weakness exceeded that of silk and its sharpness matched that of a sword!
