(Part 5)
Even though his heart was a little nervous, heard this Thio Kun’s words, Liok Kong smiled happily. He was well aware that this person she of Thio was reliable.
“Wait a minute, Thio-taihiapiap, let me ask this young lady why she so miss to have my head that is not young anymore!”
Hwe-thian Mo-li was not paying any attention to Thio Kun at all, even she then told to Liok Kong, “Toat-beng-sin-to, maybe you’ve never heard my name before, but surely you will not forget Pat-jiu Kiam-ong (The Eight-Handed Sword King), don’t you?”
Suddenly the face of the she Liok man turned pale. He remembered of his experience a dozen years ago and of his best friend in Santung who was killed by Hwe-thian Mo-li, he secretly shuddered. Liok Kong is a clever person and he knows that this girl is very smart. It so happened that arrogant Thio Kun came to interfere with this matter, so he thought it is best to pass this ferocious girl to the Death Sword.
“Thio-taihiap, do you ask me to give this young lady to you? But don’t you hear the name of Hwe-thian Mo-li?”
Thio Kun laughs laughingly, “Ha ha ha ha ha even if she’s called as Female Devil, if her beauty is like this, who will be afraid to face her?”
Liok Kong jumps backwards and everyone looks at Thio Kun and Hwe-thian Mo-li with a tense and interested heart. There’s going to be a very interesting show, they thought. Moreover, kang-ouw people who have heard the name of Hwe-thian Mo-li, they are eager to see this young lady fighting. Thio Kun’s name was familiar, and most of the kang-ouw people present in the room were getting ready for the ability of Thio Kun’s swordsmanship.
“Miss,” Thio Kun said with an air of pride, “I’ve been hearing the name of Hwe-thian Mo-li and since we’re at the same side, why don’t you come to my table and enjoy the meals while drinking fragrant wine?”
Hwe-thian Mo-li smiled sweetly, but behind her smile lurked a great anger. “Cih, person she Thio! Who doesn’t know that you are a vile robber? How do person like you dare think me as your group? I’ve come here to take life of the she-liok man because of personal revenge, nothing to do with you or anyone else here! However …..”
He paused and then cast a challenging eye to the four corners, “Do not assume that my words indicate that I’m afraid! Whoever keeps me from taking the head of the She Liok, can go forward and meet my sword!”
“Oops! What kind of blunt blade do you bring here?” Thio Kun laughed at her, but he immediately exclaimed and quickly threw himself to the left to dodge the yellow rays that attacked his gut. Somehow, without the sight, Hwthian Mo-li had pulled out her sword and sent a lightning raid through her enemie’s pit of heart.
Pale Thio Kun’s face, not only because of surprising, but also because of anger. He saw how badly the scabbard hanging on the girl’s waist, but after the sword was pulled out, it turned out that the sword sparkled with yellowish light.
“Is there still any of your minds to defend blightly of she Liok and face my sword, Thio Kun?” said Hwe-thian Mo-li mocked.
“Female devil, do you think you’ll be able to boast your little intelligence here and dare to screw up? Don’t you make me get angry. If once the deadly sword I unplugged, before it smelled blood, it will not go back to its nest! “
“A despicable robber, who is afraid of your sword?” said Hwe-thian Mo-li and looked at him with contempt.
Thio Kun could not hold his patience anymore. He shouted loudly and drew out his shining sword, let out a greenish white light.
“You need to be beaten!” he snapped and quickly the sword in his hand struck with an enormous strike. Hwe-thian Mo-li deflected and heard a loud voice accompanied by a glowing spark. Thio Kun was frightened when his sword almost got away from the handle because of this impact. Fortunately he had a mustika sword, otherwise his sword had been cut off by the sword in the hands of Hwe-thian Mo-li.
Thio Kun’s great name as the Sword of Death did not arise because of too shrewd his sword ability was, but was largely caused by the cruelty of his sword. It was true as he said earlier, every time his sword left the scabbard, the sword had not been returned to its sheath before it was covered with blood. It was because of this cruelty that this young single robber got the nickname of the Sword of Death, even though death scattered from his sword always took the sacrifice of the good man’s lives.
Now facing the heirloom sword in the hands of Hwe-thian Mo-li, where can he help much? Hwe-thian Mo-li is the beloved disciple of a mighty warrior on Liong-cu san hill called as Ong Han Cu and has a nicknamed as Pat-jiu Kiam-ong (The King of the Eight-Handed Sword) and whose possesses incredible sword skills. With the attacks to swordsmanship of Liong-cu Kiam-hwat, only a few dozen stances, Thio Kun is very busy. He still tried to defend with his swordsmanship from Bu-tong-pai, but because the level of knowledge of the sword was indeed far behind, in the twentieth stance it was heard he screamed loudly and collapsed with his shoulders slung by the sword.
“Liok Kong, you go on to make the calculations gallantly. If you don’t want to go forward, then I have to intervene!” said Hwe-thian Mo-li with his voice that was still melodious but contained the threat of death.
Just as Liok Kong witnessed Hwe-thian Mo-li’s shrewdness, his heart has become a blaze. He himself was a machete expert and not necessarily he would lose to the swordplay of Hwe-thian Mo-li, but because his heart had no sense when he heard the name of Pat-jiu Kiam-ong earlier, he then looked for the safest way. He had approached Ngo-lian Hengte, his good friends, the chairman of Ngo-lian-kauw in Hopak.
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