The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pk 06 part 9

When someone hugged her, she groaned and opened her eyes slowly.

Seeing that the one who hugged him and looked at him with pity was the young man who had freed himself from the great torment, he immediately hugged back and buried his face in Keng Hong's chest.

For a moment the two hugged tightly and Keng Hong felt how her heart was pounding. There was absolutely no rising lust towards this girl like when she hugged Cui Im, there was only pity and affection.

"...thank you..." This speech was very slow, only a whisper that was almost silent, but it brought a sense of relief and satisfaction in Keng Hong's heart and he smiled.

"Hi-hi-hik! Exactly Sin-jiu Kiam-ong! His teacher's drilling, of course his disciple's a dappled nose! Heh-heh-heh, every woman would fall for this boy."

Ang-bin Kwi-bo's speech resuscitated Biauw Eng and once frowned he released himself from Keng Hong's embrace, then chipped back with a pale face and wide eyes. He was not ashamed, just astonished at himself why he had this feeling!

Though during his life he was embraced by his mother so as not to fall in love with any man. And forever he never thought of men. Now, he had unwittingly embraced the young man affectionately, in front of the eyes of others as well.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha, Sumoi, didn't I say? Beware of him, you'll be sound in his comfortable arms...!"

"Holy, shut the fuck up...!" This clash contained anger that made Cui Im not dare to speak anymore, but the mouth of this woman smiled and her eyes on Biauw Eng contained something strange.

But Ang-bin Kwi-bo now faced Keng Hong and laughing he said, "Well, I still remember you. Since childhood you have been great, dared to blow the flute messing up our match against Sin-jiu Kiam-ong."

"Kwi-bo, I remember you when you with the other demons shamelessly ganged on the late temperature. Now you are going to torture a young girl. Truly you are as vile and evil as the devil himself!"

The grandmother laughed with a cheerful heart. Maki-makian who shows how cruel and evil he is to his ears are encouraging praises. "Hi-hi-hik, and I can be even more cruel if you don't obey me. You must come with me and take me to your teacher's heirloom storage."

"I don't want to!"

"I will force you, stubborn boy!"

"I'm also forced to remain unable to show you the place!"

"I will torment you, make you die not even alive, be three-quarters dead and one-quarter only I let live to experience great suffering!" The grandmother threatened with an angry voice.

"Free, even being tortured to death is useless because I don't know where you mean."

"Easy! Believe it or not, I don't have much longer to serve your babble. I'm leaving!" After saying so, Keng Hong jumped up and ran away from it.

However, a black shadow flashed and suddenly the grandmother was standing in front of her. Keng Hong was shocked and felt amazed. This ginkang from grandma was truly shocking, like flying alone when it preceded him and confronted him.

"What do you want?" ask Keng Hong.

"You must come with me!"

Keng Hong recalled his temperature message. His temperature once stated that in the martial world there were many clever people who could not be resisted by him, especially people like Bu-tek Su-kwi who were highly educated. Only when he has studied his temperature books will he be strong enough to face them, his temperature message says. And now he's dealing with one of them!

Siang-bhok-kiam's sword was not in his hand. If only he was armed with that sword, he would have tried his swordsmanship Siang-bhok Kiam-sut to fight the wise grandmother playing silat with this weapon of hair and nails! However, he had to fight it.

"I don't want to."

"Hi-hi-hik, you don't think I can force you? Do you think with that little bit of intelligence you will be able to oppose Ang-bin Kwi-bo? Hi-hi-hik!"

"I can't!" keng Hong.

This young man had already lunged forward, making a circular motion with both hands rotated from the top of his head continuously downwards, so fast that both of his arms were rolls of white light, the, then from this wisp of light snatched both of his punches in a row.

Keng Hong has played the fifth step of his silat science, namely San-in Ci-tian (Mountain Cloud Draws Lightning). The wind blows both hands containing the power of the sinkang to let out a roaring sound and make the hair rippling and the clothes of the grandmother fluttering in the wind of the blow.

"What a weird and great punch...!" The grandmother exclaimed with great joy because she had to admit that as much as she knew the science of various schools, she had never seen the style of blows used by this young man.

As an expert, he can immediately judge that this style is very great, containing complicated and powerful aspects. But only this youth power alone is amazing, but the movement is not yet ‘matang’. Therefore, he easily avoided himself while jumping to the right, then flipped to the left quickly once and his hair was already grabbed towards Keng Hong's neck!

What if measured by his martial arts skills, of course Keng Hong lost far, then when his attack was in addition to failing also he was retaliated against, this young man became busy fending off with the clutter of his hands. His strength is indeed great, because the wind of his tank can make the grandmother's hair fall out, then he jumped forward and from above he sent a punch with the style of Day-in Twi-san.

This attack was extremely powerful as well and the demonic grandmother grew even more elated. At first what he will learn is these steps, he thought. If he has been able to understand these moves, then he who plays them will certainly be great attack power and it is difficult that his rival figures will be able to fend it off! Now he had suddenly rolled over his body and the moment Keng Hong's passing body slid over his head, he extended both hands clutching towards Keng Hong's feet...!