Cerita Silat Chin Yung Novels & Stories

"You're good at martial arts. It was taekwondo, was it?" "Hm. That's not as great as you did. What was that? I never saw the moves you made. You beat them with one punch and they fell like dry twigs." "I studied several martial art, mainly silat, since childhood. It is a martial art from Indonesia which is considered deadly because its movements are fast and strong. One of my aunts married an Indonesian man and he is a coach for national silat athletes. I studied Muay Thai, and Judo, too."

He’s excited to face this guy. Gino and Bem-Bem were right. This Errol guy is twisted! Where the hell did this guy come from? Yohan pondered. “I knew it all along! Please, end the fight!” Marco pleaded with Dylan. “Cheyne’s in big trouble. His right arm is all jacked up and his other shoulder is already out of place!” But Dylan was too stubborn to listen to his bodyguard. He is too confident that his brother never lost a single fight. “Sir, this guy is using Silat Melayu. A Malaysian martial art. I’m telling you. This guy doesn’t play games. Silat wasn't made to beat an opponent - it was made to straight up kill people!"