Black Pearl Chapter 22

Hauw Lam mocked them, shaking his belly which he deliberately thrust forward. The rage of the seven Khitan men peaked. While cursing in their own language, they charged forward again, launching a devastating attack filled with fury. This time, a dazzlingly wide white light was seen rolling forward to meet them.

The sharp sound of clashing weapons was heard, followed by seven sabers being thrown, broken in two, succeeded by the screams of the seven men and the flapping sound of torn cloth. In the blink of an eye, the seven men not only lost their sabers, but their clothes were also ripped from neck to stomach. Their faces turned extremely pale because they realized that if the young man had wished it, their bellies would have been ripped open in that single move. The Toothless One then bowed and said,

"We have erred against Taihiap, we beg forgiveness, considering that we have traveled far from the north to visit Thian-liong-pang."

Hauw Lam laughed, but before he could answer, Kwi Lan leaped forward and snapped,

"Still talking so much? You are bad Khitan people. Hurry up and leave, and abandon the black horse!"

The Toothless One was extremely startled and translated this statement with a trembling voice. His companions also looked shocked and protested. The Toothless One now faced Kwi Lan and said,

"That is impossible, Miss."

This black horse is an offering given to us to be presented to the leader of Thian-liong-pang as a sign of friendship. How dare we leave it here? Doing so would mean the loss of our lives as compensation!"

"Hmph. Who cares about your dog lives? Just tell your Queen that the one who took the black horse is Mutiara Hitam. End of story."

Hauw Lam now listened with his mouth agape.

This girl was too insolent, too brave. Earlier, she dared to insult and look down upon Bu-tek Siu-lam, and now she even dared to challenge the Khitan Queen, who was not only famous as a queen but also known to possess great magical powers and have many highly skilled subordinates. What did this girl rely on to act so arrogant and dare to insult people of high standing? Her skill was indeed formidable, and seeing the way she threw the grass, which was still stuck to the faces of the seven Khitan men, proved her dexterity. However, her martial arts technique had not yet been seen, and he felt doubtful whether a girl this young would be able to match those great figures? Yet, upon hearing the girl's words, which looked down upon the Khitan Queen, the seven men did not become angry after the Toothless One translated it; instead, they looked surprised and delighted. The Toothless One then bowed and said, "Aha, it seems we are of the same mind. Valiant and mighty Miss, know that we are subordinates of Pak-sin-ong..."

"I don't care who this Pak-sin-ong is!"

Kwi Lan snapped, losing patience. However, Hauw Lam was already extremely startled and asked,

"What? You are subordinates of Jin-cam Khoa-ong (Human Executioner King) who is also called Pak-sin-ong (Divine King of the North)?"

The Toothless One's face brightened, but it turned into an ugly grimace because his face was still pale and still had grass stuck to it.

"That's right... that's right! Miss, it seems you are not yet familiar with the great name of our Tai-ong, who is also an enemy of the Khitan Queen and..."

"Scoundrel!"

This shout came from Kwi Lan's mouth, followed by a flash of greenish light and a fragrant scent. However, the seven Khitan men screamed, blood spurted, and in the next moment, Kwi Lan was standing upright again, her posture cool, and her mouth snapped,

"Get out of here immediately!"

Hauw Lam stared blankly. As someone possessing high martial arts skill, he could naturally see the girl's extraordinarily fast movement. He saw how the girl drew a sword whose light was greenish and emitted a fragrant scent, and he also saw how, with an extremely strange, devastating, and lightning-fast movement, the sword in the girl's hand flashed and precisely severed the right ears of the seven Khitan men before they could evade or resist. He also saw how, with movements that were still just as fast, the girl had already sheathed her sword before the blood spurting from the sides of the seven men's heads touched the ground. An extraordinary movement, strange, devastating, but also vicious and cruel.

The seven Khitan men, who had initially been delighted, thinking that they were on the same side as this Miss in opposing the Khitan Queen, were naturally shocked and in pain. While covering their right ears, which were now earless, they looked with pale faces and wide eyes, momentarily forgetting the stinging and throbbing pain in their ears.

"We have received a lesson,"

Said the Toothless One, grimacing.

"We hope Miss would be kind enough to tell us her name so that we do not easily forget it..."

"Eh-eh, still causing trouble?"

Hauw Lam, worried that the girl might become angrier and kill them, interrupted.

"Her name is Mutiara Hitam, are you blind? And I am Berandal. Go now and don't open your foul mouths again!"

The seven Khitan men leaped onto their horses. Once again, they turned back with eyes full of hatred and resentment, then galloped their horses away from the spot. The black horse was left behind just like that, and the horse looked calm, eating grass, its reins loose and dragging on the ground. Hauw Lam quickly grabbed the reins, and the horse remained still when its neck was patted. It seemed the horse knew that whoever held the reins was its master.

"Good horse, magnificent horse..."

Hauw Lam patted it and brought it close to Kwi Lan.

"Your choice is spot on, Mutiara Hitam. Your nickname is Black, so it is fitting that you ride this black horse."

"Who wants the horse? I only asked for this horse so that we have a reason to visit Thian-liong-pang."

"What? What do you mean?"

Kwi Lan smiled mockingly.

"Stupid."

If we go there and bring this horse as a donation, isn't that killing two birds with one stone? The intention of the Executioner King you mentioned to present the horse to Thian-liong-pang failed, meaning he has lost one point against us. Second, with this gift, surely we will be received as honored guests by Thian-liong-pang?"

Hauw Lam widened his eyes, then jumped up and clapped his hands,

"Wow, excellent. You are truly clever. But honestly, it's a shame to let go of such a fine horse to someone else."

"That can be decided later. If I see that Thian-liong-pang is unworthy of owning this horse, we can just take it back."

Secretly, Hauw Lam felt worried. This girl must be acknowledged as having formidable martial arts skill. However, she was too careless, too reckless, and looked down on others too much.

"Ah, Mutiara Hitam. You truly haven't met many people. You don't know who he is. Jin-cam Khoa-ong."

"Who is this Executioner anyway?"

"I myself have never met that terrifying figure, but according to everything I've heard, he is no less famous than Bu-tek Siu-lam himself. Rumor has it he comes from the Mongol region, and loves killing people the most. Everyone who has ever clashed with him cannot come out alive; all of them, no matter how valiant, perish under his terrifying weapon, which is shaped like a hooked saw. He calls himself Pak-sin-ong to introduce his origin from the north, but because of his excessive cruelty, in the kangouw world, people nickname him Jin-cam Khoa-ong, the Human Executioner King."

"Hmph, the bigger the nickname, the emptier the person. I am not afraid."

"And Thian-liong-pang truly should not be trifled with. It is now the largest, most influential, and most numerous organization for the black faction (golongan hitam). That is why black faction figures who do not have a large organization still look up to Thian-liong-pang..."

"Enough. If you are afraid, you don't need to chatter anymore. I wasn't inviting you anyway. Do you think I'm afraid to go alone?"

Saying this, Kwi Lan snatched the reins from Hauw Lam's hand, then walked away, leading the black horse and leaving Hauw Lam standing dumbfounded. However, since Kwi Lan had never owned a horse in her life, let alone ridden one, she was very awkward, and the black horse seemed to sense this. The horse began to struggle and refuse to move. Kwi Lan pulled the reins while snapping,

"You want to strike too? You cursed horse. I'll chop off your neck later, I'll bring your carcass to Thian-liong-pang, and I'll see if you dare to strike again!"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa... why are you so fierce, Mutiara Hitam? Are you angry at me? I am not afraid at all, I am just amazed to witness your courage in challenging all these great figures. Come on, let's go together. And that horse... why make it so difficult? It's better if you ride him, isn't it more comfortable?"

Kwi Lan's nature was indeed strange, perhaps inherited from Sian Eng. She could be very harsh when necessary, but she could also become gentle, cheerful, and humorous, yet she never knew sorrow or fear. Seeing the young man approach with a sincere face, she smiled.

"I have never ridden a horse."