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第64章 The Fifth Khan...(2)

witch. And five sons of him were all hooligans. Gitlebai fell in love with a

beautiful woman named Altonayir. However, his sweetheart was taken into

the castle of the villain by force later on. The hunter had no choice but to hang

around on the lakeside to nose about for the whereabouts of his sweetheart.

“I dreamed of an old man the other day. In the dream, the old man

maintained that I wait for a young hero named Seyit, a descendant of the

great Manas Khan. I was told that the young hero would help me save my

sweetheart from the talons of the villain,” the young hunter added.

“No worries, my poor pal! My name is Seyit and I am the person whom

you are waiting for. The family of Manas is famous for driving out the rascals

and protecting the people. No worries, please. I swear to end the cruel rule of

the demon so that your sweetheart will come back. I will also save Kirlgikei, the

daughter of Sooraimart Khan, from the talons of the villain. I promise to marry

her if we fall in love with each other at first sight. Helping the oppressed people to

regain freedom is my pleasure,” the young hero said.

Gitlebai was overjoyed to hear that, vowing to support the hero coming from

afar.

The young hero and the hunter rode on their horses, heading to the barracks of

Karadole.

At that time, Karadole was killing time by watching his maids dancing and

drinking human blood mixed with liquor. Some sultry masseuses were gently

pressing and rubbing his legs and feet with their fingers. As the cruel ruffian

heard the loud noises outside his palace, he jumped out of his bed right away.

He raised his spear, thrusting it at Seyit violently. Contrary to his expectation,

his spear flew away as soon as it bumped the young hero’s shield with a bang.

Although he lost his spear, the reckless ruffian did not fear at all. Instead,

he burst out laughing. “A little boy! How dare you pit yourself against me! Oh,

it must be a tit-for-tat fight today!” he let out a cry.

The young hero seemed to play a prank on the cruel ruffian before taking

his life in the end. He smiled satirically: “How can you still be considered as

Legend of Manas

a hero with unusual strength any more when you lost your spear?” Tightly

holding his long spear, Seyit made at the ruffian with all his strength. As the

young hero’s spear struck the rival’s shield, a ball of flame sent out with a

deafening bang. Almost at the same time, the spear in the hands of Seyit broke

off with a snap. The young hero’s strength almost got the cruel ruffian to fall

down from horseback. “Wow, we are comparable to each other in strength!

Hi, my young friend! Let me give you a brief introduction to myself first. My

father was a giant of unusual strength. He was in the act of eating a person’s

heart when Kenenim killed him. Although I cannot rely on my great father

anymore, I vow to avenge his murder. You are a young hero. Would you like to

join my grand army and take revenge on Kenenim?” said the cruel ruffian.

Contrary to his expectation, Seyit burst into laughter all of a sudden. “The

poor fellow, Karadole! You are destined to die today! To tell you the truth,

my name is Seyit and Kenenim is my father. Listen carefully! All the members

of Family Manas, including me, are born to suppress the evil and pacify the

good!” said Seyit with a sneer.

Having heard what the young hero said, Karadole blew his top all at once.

He raised his axe to hack at the young hero. Without showing even a look of

fear, Seyit tightly held his crescent-shaped axe to ward off blows. The intense

fighting between them broke out once again. Finally, Seyit took out a dart and

gave the cruel ruffian a violent blow on the stomach. The flying dart was also

stuck into the ear of the black mule on which the cruel ruffian was riding.

Such an unexpected blow frightened the black mule which flung its master

down to the ground and ran away all in a fluster.

The cruel ruffian bled all over, stupefied at the superb martial arts of the young