Story of Maung Kulon

The Death of the Three Devils of Mount Waluh

Sugra continued to send out his deadly attacks with both hands forming the claws of an eagle. Both of his legs were involved in this fight. Sugra's right hand moved to the heart, but Cakra Buana swiftly pulled his body so that he escaped the attack.

Both of them continue to fight with terrible moves. Cakra Buana is like a hungry tiger. The all-white young man moved here and there while sending dangerous scratching moves.

Sugra does not want to lose, he is known by the nickname the Claw of Death. From his nickname alone it was obvious, his claw stance was indeed terrifying. Claws meet claws. One tiger claw, one eagle claw.

"Guard …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

Both Cakra Buana and Sugra hands sometimes meet in the air. Both seem balanced for now. Ah no, Cakra Buana did deliberately want to test to where the level of intelligence of his opponent is.

On the other hand, Ling Zhi was now fighting against Lodra. The swordsman and the trident swordsman had exchanged dozens of moves. Although Lodra was still below Ling Zhi, it seemed like the Trident Sakti was winning in terms of experience.

So even though he was sometimes desperate, he could always avoid with a sudden movement. Lodra began to play her higher trident moves.

The golden trident vanished from sight. All that was visible was the glittering golden light. The light continued to grab Ling Zhi. The longer, the greater the golden light, the faster and sometimes like increasing in number.

Lodra continues to play this style to trick the opponent's view. This is not an abal-abal style, it is a series of Seven Trident Sakti. And what he is currently using, is the fourth part.

"Shadow Trisula …"

"Guard …"

Ling Zhi was completely confused. Although she always escapes dangerous attacks, the girl still feels anxious because she can not strike back.

With a loud bang, Ling Zhi shouted and then desperately broke through the golden beam that from earlier continued to lock herself in.

"Bunga Melati Mekah Taman …"

"Guard …"

Ling Zhi started to move in response to the opponent's attack. His sword he rotated in such a way. His body gave off a sheeny white light and scented the fragrance of jasmine flowers.

The girl continued to move in offsetting the direction of the golden light attack coming from Lodra's trident. Two white and golden lights continued to meet in the air.

"City …"

"City …"

Flashes of fireworks are increasingly seen. The air around the battle arena was getting more tense. Ling Zhi started to growl, with a sudden movement, the girl moved back to pick up the stakes and then darted back.

"Rose Flower Dance …"

"Guard …"

The movements of that disciple of Eyang Rembang changed back. If Ling Zhi was glowing earlier, then right now the girl was like she was dancing. Her movements are so beautiful as well as flexible. His smooth body is waving like an accomplished dancer.

His sword moved with bending. Each swing of his sword looked slow and powerless. But it is precisely behind that the power of this Rose Flower Dance style is stored.

Lodra's movements are slowing down for longer. Presumably the Trisula Sakti was beginning to be affected by the illusion of the Rose Dance style.

"Content …

"Guard …"

"Reliminat …"

"Mahh …"

A torn wound from the sword was plastered on Lodra's right chest. He grimaced withholding pain. Only this time did he realize that he had been exposed to an illusion.

With a thunderous rage, Lodra growled like a wounded wolf.

"Guard …"

Sugra moved to change his attack style. He did not feel the pain that was now in his pain. On the contrary, Sugra was increasingly determined against Ling Zhi who until now continued to move like she was dancing.

The two warriors were again engaged in a fierce fight. But this time Ling Zhi was already taking things seriously. Therefore, every kind of Lodra attack, he could always fail. Not even infrequently Ling Zhi was able to strike back with a more ferocious attack.

"****** you …"

"Hiatt …"

"Guard …"

"Guard …"

The cold wind roared loudly. Ling Zhi was like the goddess of death to Lodra. The girl looks even more creepy than before. Her beauty is lost. All he saw was his eyes, so sharp and terrible.

Ling Zhi's sword moves were getting faster. Lodra began to face the girl. Several incision wounds were getting more and more painted on his body. The pain continues to creep up. In the end, Ling Zhi managed to land a final attack on the Trident Sakti swordsman.

"Slhbb …"

"Mahh …"

Lodra. His eyes glared fiercely at Ling Zhi, then descended down to look at his heart which was now pierced by the opponent's sword.

"Go to hell rotten devil …"

"Heuggh …"

The Trident Sakti let out a final pressure sound as Ling Zhi stuck the Flower Sword through her body. As soon as the sword was pulled back, it collapsed as well as one of the Three Demons of Mount Waluh.

On the other hand, Cakra Buana's fight against Sugra began to approach the last seconds. Many scratches have been painted on Sugra's body. While he himself, unable to give injury to his opponent.

Buana's chakra grew fiercer, like a wounded tiger, he did not give any space to avenge the attack on his opponent. He continues to pound the opponent with death moves.

"Tiger Lifts Life …"

"Rrrgh …"

"Guard …"

The warrior Maung Kulon wanted to end the fight immediately. He issued the ninth of the eleven stages of the Mega Mendung Book of Maung.

His hands were hardened like steel. Sugra's dead flea. Every time he tried to fend off, his body would tremble violently. There was no hope for him to survive.

With the ultimate move, Cakra Buana then gives the final attack to the opponent. The energy he put out grew larger.

"Guard …"

"Reliminat …"

"Mahh …"

Sugra bounced and died instantly. Tear of chest. He died with a terrible scratch. Even the chest of the Death Claw was destroyed by the attack of Cakra Buana just now. He met his death without even opening his mouth.

Along with the latest attack just now, Jalabra has moved to save his college sister. He had thought that Sugra was only pretending to lose to the opponent, because that was his habit of fighting.

But unfortunately, the Black Shadow's estimate this time missed. So that once he got to the fighting arena, he could no longer save Sugra. Moreover, the Cakra Buana movement is too fast.

As a result, once his younger brother bounced, then without much more talk Jalabra immediately attacked Cakra Buana. Both of his hands emitted white smoke as a result of the already mounting anger.

Jalabra was increasingly violent, a series of blows he gave containing heat. Cakra Buana became increasingly vigilant, because he believed that the Jalabra was the most powerful among his two younger brothers.