THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
CLEFT LIP BEGGAR

"Trank"!

Fire flowers splashed. Because the room was dark, the sparks of sparks became very bright and illuminated the two faces of humans who were there. The two examine each other's opponents. Lah Sultan Hasanuddin gasped when he saw how the human face he faced was sinister not playing. His hair was stiff standing like a sage. This man keeps a thick molt brew. His eyebrows were thick, his pair of eyes were large red. Her lips were cleft and two large teeth were popped out. This man can be said to have no nose because the flesh of his nose is equal to his sunken cheeks. And his foul body odor was very nose-piercing. 

"Bad man! If you do not leave this room quickly, do not regret if I send it to the afterlife!", threatened the Sultan. 

The creepy-faced man laughed coldly. He breathed his foul breath. The sultan closed the airway in the nose and for the second time used a sword to fend off the opponent's attack. But this time it's not like Iagi. Although the Sultan was able to fend off the opponent's weapons, but his own sword was mentally detached, his hands were trembling violently. Suddenly one hand pushed him until he slammed hard into the wall. When he turned back, surprised Sultan did not stop. His eyes bought to see how the Tumbar Wilayuda keris is now in the hands of the creepy-faced man. 

"Most humiliating dina! Give me back my kerisku!", cried the Sultan. 

The ugly face scatters the chortling laughter. "It's still a good thing I'm only asking for your work, and not your life". 

After saying this, the creepy-face man once moved his body, his body lunged to the face to break the window and then vanished through the collapsed window in the darkness of night. 

"Fucking thief!". The Sultan also shot out the window. He still had time to see the shadow of the thief behind an old warehouse and immediately chased after it. Pursuing the chase only briefly because a moment later the thief vanished like a supernatural swallowed by the earth. The Sultan stood anxiously looking around. Where should he chase and search for the thief in this blind night ? Is the long-handed man not one of the accomplices of Trench Wulung ?

In the midst of confusion so suddenly the Sultan caught the sound of the scattering of people who were fighting. Quickly the Sultan ran behind a horse repair shop and in the dark he saw two humans fighting a great battle. 

One of none other than the thief he was looking for, while the second man after careful observation, turned out to be a young man with long hair who this morning had helped him at the border. 

"Buddy! Leave this damned thief to me!", exclaimed the Sultan. 

"Ah.. good-bye Sultan", answered the hair gondrong aka Pendekar Trisula Maut. "There's no need to poke a hand at a human the smell of this carcass". 

"He stole my kerisku pal", told the Sultan. 

"I knew. Let me summarily her". 

Upon hearing the young man who attacked him calling "Sultan" 'against the man who came, the cleft mouth was surprised. Behind his surprise his heart was also delighted. 

"Ha... ha.. So I'm currently dealing with the Sultan and his bouncer ? Goody! Because I already got, now the Sultan himself came to escort himself to be captured alive. Surely I got a double reward from the Wulung Trench". 

"Hem... So it's true that you're an accomplice to that rebel bastard huh ?! Take my punch, you despicable thief dina". 

Sultan take three punches at once. But the one who was attacked double laughed and mentioned the patched up sleeves of his clothes. A series of fierce winds gushed towards the Sultan. But the wind of the blow was scattered in the middle of the road, hit by another blow coming from the side. 

The creepy face growled. "It seems that tonight the Beggar of Cleft Lips must take two souls at once". 

The sultan receded when he heard the kate man introduce himself. The Trident of Death itself was also shocked. The name of the Cleft Lip Beggar has long been famous along the coast of West Java. Together with two others, the Cleft Lip Beggar is known as the holder of the head of the Black Blood Beggar Association. 

Suddenly the Beggar of Cleft Lips threw his big machete towards the Swordsman of the Trident of Death. This weapon can be easily avoided. As soon as you throw the cleaver, Beggar Lip Cleft poking both hands flat-flat to the face with the palm facing up. 

"Graven hands ask for alms”, exclaimed Swordsman Trident Death as soon as he recognized the blow that will be launched by the opponent. "Sultan pull back”, he exclaimed then warned. 

But at that time the Beggar Cleft Lips have been cheated in advance and divide his palm attacks on the Swordsman Trident of Death and Sultan. Knowing that the opponent's punch was very dangerous, then the Trident of Death immediately threw his right hand in the face. A wave of rushing wind struck towards the Cleft Lip Beggar. Although his own body was then slammed up to three spears by the opponent's attack, but the previous Beggar Cleft Lip was still able to throw his palm into the Sultan's chest. Sultan Hasanuddin complained highly. His body shook, his chest was like a slash. Bending down he's huddled. Fresh blood spurted. 

The Trident of Death blurted loudly. His body disappeared at the second the Beggar of Cleft Lips tried to unleash the "palm of the hand for alms" blow for the second time. 

"Sultan, quickly swallow this pill" cried Rangga Geblek. 

Sultan Hasanuddin welcomed the pill that Pendekar Trisula Maut threw and swallowed it quickly. Then immediately sit cross-legged regulate the blood and breathing path, also flow energy in the injured part. 

"Plaac"!

The Cleft Lip Beggar bounced four spears backwards. His head seemed to be broken while his forehead skin was like burning. And on the skin of his forehead now appears a picture of a trident. 

The Beggar Cleft Lips overflowed his anger. Ignoring the pain on his forehead, he lunged in the face sending five punches of four kicks. The Trident of Death snorted and whistled loudly. The right hand hit him in the face. The wind of blows roared, infiltrating between the opponent's attacks. 

For the second time the Cleft Lip Beggar bounced. This time it was up to eight spears and this time it continued to roll onto the ground with its mouth spewing blood. Finish history. 

The sultan who witnessed the great battle in his pain, a tongue full of admiration. The Trident of Death approached the corpse of the Cleft Lip Beggar, took Tumbar Wilayuda's keris and handed it back to the Sultan.

"Good heirloom gris. Because this weapon is much wanted, it should be stored more carefully Sultan". 

The Sultan took a long breath. "Thank you”, he said. "Two times you've helped me my best friend. Who the hell?" 

"My name is Rangga Geblek”, replied Pendekar Trisula Maut. "If I may give you some advice, it's good that you don't have to go back to the inn, but just keep going". 

"Why is that?", asked the Sultan. 

"Too many humans like this Cleft Lip Beggar are looking for you and want Tumbar Wilayuda keris". 

The sultan pondered. "Thank you for your advice, friend. Since you have done good to me, a good deed that I will never forget as your great favor, how about I offer to come with me on my way?" 

"Ah...it is a great honor to be with you Sultan", replied Pendekar Trisula Maut kindly. "But please forgive.. I still have a lot of business. Nevertheless, I promise I won't be far from you” 

"Then be well, I do not force”, said the Sultan. 

From behind his patchy clothes, a luminous object was released. He handed it to the Trident of Death, but the warrior did not dare to welcome it. 

"Buddy, take it" said the Sultan. 

"What is this Sultan?" 

"Receive first". 

Rangga. It turned out to be an eight-pointed star made of gold, and in the middle was adorned with a sparkling diamond. 

"The object is the main star of the Kingdom of Banten, which is handed over to anyone who has made merit towards the King and the people of Banten Rangga" 

"Where do I deserve this gift Sultan" said Rangga Geblek also with humility. 

But the sultan forced also for Pendekar Trisula Maut to receive the award. Rangga kept the thing well behind his clothes. "Thank you”, he said. "Then because your disguise as a beggar has been known by the raiders and criminals, the Sultan should be exchanged"

"I planned it" said the Sultan.

Again, they thanked each other. The Trident of Death asked for his own life and the two separated.

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