THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
WHERE'S SULTAN ?

Caged so much, Pendekar Trisula Maut remained calm, like at that time only da alone was there. The black face that was none other than Resi Singo Ireng the accomplice of Parit Wulung was present, sweeping the scattered bodies in front of him with a view as cold as snow. What is rather surprising about this black face recession is, why among the bodies of the Wulung Trench troops there are also the bodies of Mangkubumi Mintra. There is no way the young man with long hair who has spread the body, unless he has a public grudge against both sides of the army and Mangkubumi Mintra. Besides that with the body of the old man lying there, must have been Sultan Hasanuddin was also there. Singo Ireng is sharp-minded. Looking at the clothes of Mangkubumi Mintra, he knew that the palace advisor was trying to escape from Banten by disguising himself as a beggar. 

"Where is the Sultan?", asked Singo Ireng in a rude voice. 

The Trident of Death did not answer. Instead he looked like he saw nothing around him at that moment. He looked up and watched the rising sun. Seeing this very insulting attitude, what else in the presence of so many soldiers, of course, Resi Singo Ireng became very curious and embarrassed. His black face looked increasingly black. 

" Boy gondrong! Are you deaf or gagu? People ask unanswered?! ". 

The Trident of Death did not answer. Even now the fingers of his left hand are gouging out] the edge of his nostrils, then he fended off twice in a row.

"Front!", snapped Singo Ireng with a thundering voice. 

"Eeeeh... You scolded who?!", asked the Trident of Death while turning his head as it was when he realized, that he was not alone in that place.

" Soldiers!! Catch this crazy boy!! “ Resi Singo Ireng's orders with his growl. 

So twenty rebellious warriors leaped down from their horses, drew guns and moved quickly toward the Trident of Death. 

"Begundal rebels", exclaimed Rangga Geblek or Pendekar Trisula Maut. "If you want to catch me why not intervene alone?!" 

At that time twenty soldiers had stormed to capture the Swordsman Trident of Death. 

"You renegade kunyuk-kunyuk just come asking to be thumped!", said Pendekar Trisula Maut with a smile. 

But if the smile was broken then reverberate fierce. The five closest soldiers who were about to intervene caught him slammed and scattered on the ground with no more lives. 

The blood of Resi Singo Ireng. There is no doubt that the foolish-looking young man has such greatness. So call on him. "No need for this despicable slave to be captured alive. Chop in place!". 

Fifteen sharp weapons turned towards the Swordsman of the Trident of Death. 

"Heyyaah !" 

In the shock of witnessing that fierce buzz, Resi Singo Ireng saw a single shadow flashing towards him. He pulled the horse fast. But before the animal rides it had time to move, the body of this horse was angsrok to the ground. All four of his legs were broken. This beast rolled on the ground soaring its stumped legs and neighing incessantly. Fortunately, this beautiful Resi quickly realized what was happening, so quickly he jumped to the side and stood with a black face, eyes panned. The Trident Death Swordsman laughed in laughter, while the surviving soldiers with guts shrieked immediately away from this young man, whom they considered extremely dangerous. 

"Gondrong young man! Your greatness is enough to admire! But if you know with whom you are currently facing, then immediately kneel down for mercy!", said Singo Ireng. 

"Uhhhh! Just as ugly humans like you do what you need to fear!", said Rangga Geblek and his laughter increasingly so-so. 

"Ah. Then you say the name. To those humans who have a little knowledge, I'm not so happy if I kill him without knowing his name first". 

"If I need my name I don't mind. Go ahead let me write in your speech" said Rangga Geblek also while pointing the index finger. 

Snarled the black-faced Resi. As long as the world unfolds, as long as it is unfortunate in the martial world, only that day he is insulted and humiliated continuously by someone. By someone much younger than him. From behind this Resi clothing, take out a strange-shaped weapon, a long iron that has a stripe-shaped tip. 

"If you have an heirloom weapon, you better get it out quickly so that it can't be sorry!" 

"There's no need for a lot of chatter!", spray the Death Trident Swordsman. "Julah. My weapon is quite a butut sword belonging to your finished son". 

The kate-bodied Singo Ireng Rishi immediately advanced and scattered a devastating attack. His strange weapon let out a roaring sound, giving rise to a swift and sharp wind. The tip of the circle-shaped weapon changed like hundreds. An opponent with knowledge of responsibility and eyes that are not aware will be difficult to distinguish which is the original circle of weapons and which is not. In the opponent's confusion, the weapon will burst through his head and just one turn must have broken and broken the neck shaft made. This is the greatness of the weapon of the Resi from the south coast. 

But what Singo Ireng faced on that day was not a learned opponent, not a young man who only knew as simple as two silat. As soon as the opponent's weapon hit his head, Rangga Geblek quickly ducked and tucked a heavy stab into the stomach of the Resi. Kaget Singo Ireng is not a game. Quickly he took two steps back and papered the opponent's mid-weapon with his circle iron rod. 

"Trong"  

Two weapons collide Because the weapon in the hands of Singo Ireng is a mustika weapon while the sword in the hands of Rangga is just an ordinary sword, then the sword is broken. But instead Singo Ireng felt how his hands were shaking violently and hotly at the clash. Understand that the young man had a great inner strength. Therefore the Resi without giving the opportunity immediately launched devastating attacks. Deliberately issued great moves, namely the "picking flowers splitting fruit" style and then followed by the "eight mountains erupted with a giant storm". 

Attacked with these two moves following the fragments that are no less powerful, then the Swordsman of the Trident of Death is a hassle as well. But if he has accelerated his movements, if the whistling sound has echoed from between his lips, then it appears now how Resi Singo Ireng became desperate. Although desperate, this Resi with all his shrewdness is able to defend himself up to ten moves upfront.

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