Story of Maung Kulon

A Horde of Hungry Wolves

The people gathered there have not moved. No one even spoke at all. Presumably if there is a needle that falls, it will definitely be heard clearly.

Because at this moment, the world seems to stop spinning. Wind disappears. The normally bustling sounds of animals greeted the morning, at this time they disappeared somewhere.

There is only silence. There is only tension. Especially for Cakra Buana.

The warrior Maung Kulon was increasingly feeling trepidation. Especially after feeling the pressure exerted by the four martial world grandfathers increasingly pressured him. Really troublesome.

The four martial world grandfathers are none other than those who rule the green jungle. They are on average old. Unfortunately, the four grandfathers were on the wrong path.

If they had gone down the mountain, then the martial world was getting chaotic. Because the grandfather who is white is less in number, at least two people only. It had also resigned itself from this battle-ridden world.

They are very rare and may not even be willing to intervene again. Unless things are really out of control.

One of the four grandfathers was an old woman. The rest are men.

The four grandfathers each have a nickname, namely the Goddess of Death, Mad Ape, White Face Skull, and King of Nine Lives.

I don't know who is the strongest among them. What is clear, every grandfather of green forests, must have studies that are able to kill opponents easily. Their experience was already vast, and the battles they had gone through were certainly countless.

It is for this reason that Cakra Buana feels trepidation and is not sure that he will survive the "death attack" at this time. If you have to face one or two people, maybe he is still able even though he has to be desperate.

But if you face all the grandmasters in one go, and not to mention the other six warriors, then it is very impossible for Cakra Buana to survive.

"Are you Cakra Buana?" ask one of the six warriors.

He was a skinny old man with a cross-sectional mustache. On his waist was tucked a large machete. His face was haunted, reflecting that he was a person who used to act rude.

"really. I'm Cakra Buana, what do you want from me?" cakra Buana asked while trying to suppress the feelings of trepidation in her heart.

"I'm sure you already know what it means to come here. You better give up and hand over the God's Heirloom Sword kindly," said the skinny man.

"So you really want my life and the Godly Sword huh? Hemmm ... good, good. And what about these grandfathers? Do you have the same intention? Or is there some other intention?" ask Cakra Buana to the four great masters of the green jungle.

His tone was as if he was not afraid at all, even a bit high like a bit of a challenge. When in reality, the Swordsman Maung Kulon was covering up his trepidation.

"Just calm down, boy, we're not going to intervene. We're here just to see what you can do, because according to the news, you're so great" said Dewi Maut, the only female green forefather.

But even so, Cakra Buana does not want to be at length. He just agreed, even though he actually knew the purpose of the four grandfathers, of course, wanted to seize also the Godly Sword which was now neatly stored on his back.

It's just that for now they don't seem to want to interfere. Because in the martial world, a character always has high self-esteem. If the warriors knew that four grandfathers attacked a young man, what would the world say?

Of course they don't want to do that. Unless it is forcing.

"Alright, if indeed you want my life and the God's Heirloom Sword, please seize it if you can," said Cakra Buana challenging the six warriors who are willing to attack.

After saying so, Cakra Buana then took the stance of sturdy horses. His right leg took a step forward, his left leg pulled back and bent slightly.

Both of his hands were ready with great energy. Without lingering, all of his inner energy is directly channeled throughout the body. All his abilities immediately he gave up, because this time was not the time to play around anymore.

The six warriors are the same. They take the stance of the horses in their own way. The four green forefathers jumped a few steps back. They wanted to watch the fight of the younger generation that was about to happen.

The morning sun is rising. The atmosphere there grew increasingly tense as various kinds of aura started to come out from the bodies of each swordsman.

The six warriors looked like a pack of hungry wolves. The Cakra Buana is like an antelope, surrounded on all sides without gaps. But even so, Pendekar Maung Kulon is ready to bear the risk.

"Guard …"

The six warriors move simultaneously. They jump from different angles to target the Cakra Buana body parts. Sharp wind whistles began to sound as their weapons were pointed at Cakra Buana.

"Guard …"

"Trangg .. trangg .. trangg …"

The world seemed to stop at once. All the warriors who were there were immediately shocked. Even the green grandfathers are the same. Because it feels new this time they see there is a young swordsman who is like Cakra Buana.

How not, the six warriors were not random warriors. Their average is a swordsman choose a match. Each of their attacks could have killed two or three lives at once. But this time, the attack that is usually able to make the opponent mentally fall, as if it is meaningless in the presence of a swordsman named Cakra Buana.

Their attack was defeated. Somehow, because as soon as he moved, all of a sudden the six weapons seemed to be attracted by a magnet. While the Cakra Buana itself rotates several times and then stands on the six weapons that are now united into its pedestal.

"This kid is amazing. The news spread was not nonsense," muttered a tall man in black clothes and skin, he was the Black Dragon of the West. He was quite stunned when he witnessed the prowess of Cakra Buana.

"You are the Black Dragon. But let's look further to where the boy's strength is" said Mad Ape. A grandfather who was filled with feathers was like an ape.