Story of Maung Kulon

The Great Master's Fight

It did not feel Langlang Cakra Buana had several days of wandering, now the young man was in the city adjacent to the royal capital.

Actually the state of the city and village in this era is not much different, the difference if in the city the population has begun to be crowded. Many people trade on the side of the road, restaurants, lodging, and so forth can be found.

While accommodated? Kampung at this time is no more than the condition of the forest, houses are still rare, the distance between one house to another is also quite tenuous, plus the lack of government attention is a reason in itself.

Because of this, the warriors prefer to open their silat stoves in the city. In addition to being much better condition, the students who will list can certainly be more several times more than in the village.

Right now a handsome young man with a muscular body and wearing all-white swordsman clothes was slowly walking through the city. True, he was none other than Langlang Cakra Buana, he walked casually while paying attention to every corner of the city.

The city he came to this time was named Batu Lawang, this city was named so because in ancient times there was a stone that was saved by the locals.

The stone is rectangular and very similar to a door, therefore it is named Batu Lawang (Stone Door).

Langlang Cakra Buana had been walking slowly like that for quite a while, he intended to quickly hasten his pace. But before he did that, there was suddenly a voice asking for help from one of the local restaurants.

"Please .. please .. someone is fighting at my place of business .. please," the voice of the locals shouted for help.

Hearing the sound of the scream, without waiting for a long time Langlang Cakra Buana immediately darted using Ajian Saipi wind towards the source of the sound.

In just a few minutes, the young man had already reached where the voice had come from. It turned out that the sound came from an inn. There were three warriors who were fighting fiercely, even though the fight was not going well with a balanced amount, but in reality the swordsman who was in the corner could easily compensate his opponent for now.

There were also other warriors who were looking at the fight, but strangely no one dared to separate it.

Out of curiosity, Langlang Cakra Buana then asked someone to understand the current situation. "Sampurasun .." said Langlang Cakra Buana to someone.

"Rampes …"

"The three of them are the great teachers of the young people. The two great teachers of the Hell's Goa Padepokan, and the other great teacher of the Shebrew Horse Padepokan," the person explained.

"Hemmm .. sorry uncle, can uncle explain about the two pieces? I do not know the world of martial arts widely," said Langlang Cakra Buana asked the person to explain about the Padepokan Goa Hell and the Padepokan Kuda Shebrew.

"Hell Cave Depot is one of the big black stream. While the Kuda Sembrani Padepokan is a white stream. Both are equally strong, especially the famous Kuda Sembrani Padepokan with his kick style," said the person explained to Langlang Cakra Buana.

"Hemmm .. that's it. Thank you uncle for explaining" said Langlang Cakra Buana.

"Together young people,"

The fight was still going on, but long enough they were fighting. Langlang Cakra Buana was amazed to see the third silat style of the swordsman. The moves are very complicated to imitate.

The master teacher from the Hebrew Horse Padepokan continued to attack ferociously, his attack was extremely deadly. Moreover, his kick, he was not at all overwhelmed by the two master teachers from the black flow even though.

Honey, his name is man, he must be tired. Likewise with the great teacher of the Hebrew Horse Padepokan, now his attack is not as great as earlier, even slowly he began to be cornered by his two enemies.

Seeing his laughter start to melt, the two black flow master teachers increasingly attacked brutally. They began to bring out even more powerful moves. So far no one has dared to separate them. People are afraid of becoming fugitives later.

As time went on, the imbalance from that fight began to show. Until at the end …

"Mahh …"

A sword incision wound given by one of the great teachers of Goa Hell Padepokan is painted on the right chest of the great teacher Padepokan Kuda Sembrani. Fresh blood started rushing out, he grabbed hold of it and immediately stopped the blood that kept coming out.