Story of Maung Kulon

Three Sadistic Assassins

'This boy, it looks like he's the one who pranks me, ' inner ki Suro when he sees the thorn throws of his fish that misses.

"Well, you must have been the one who pranked me earlier," he said angrily to Cakra Buana.

"Sorry ki dulur, I don't understand the meaning of ki dulur" replied Cakra Buana.

"Omong empty .. hiatt,"

Ki Suro advanced again to attack Cakra Buana. His right hand was stretched forward with his fingers open. As fast as lightning Cakra Buana shot outwards. He did not want to fight inside the tavern because it could damage the tavern itself.

"Nroug …"

The two stood face to face outside the shop. The people who were inside the store, were now scattering outside. They surround Cakra Buana and Ki Suro. Just a few jams, things have become crowded.

"Son, I suggest that you apologize to me immediately before my patience runs out,"

"Why am I apologizing to someone like you? If I'm wrong, I don't hesitate to apologize. But this is another story again," replied Cakra Buana still calm.

"Hemmm, how dare you speak like that in front of ki Suro," he said arrogantly.

"Because I'm on the right side, then of course I dare,"

"Bedebah .. haitt,"

Ki Suro attacked again. This time it was his foot's turn to stick it forward. The foot attack was seen in the flow with a fairly high internal force.

Cakra Buana did not stay still, he also moved one hand to deflect the kick that was launched ki Suro.

"Nrank …"

The old man took one step back. Do not stop there, ki Suro immediately advanced to pound Cakra Buana. He darted fast after the heart of the opponent. His right hand formed a blackened fist.

"Hemmm .. she turned out to be black. The blow is poisonous" muttered Cakra Buana.

Seeing that the opponent's punch is dangerous, Cakra Buana also takes more action. It channels its inner energy into both palms. Cakra Buana did not dodge, the all-white young man actually intended to withstand the attack.

Cakra Buana dared to do that action because he could already measure the strength of the opponent. At least ki Suro is two levels below Cakra Buana.

"Wuttt ..." The blow came with a charred scent. Go after the heart and shoulders.

Cakra Buana moves his hand upward and then holds the attack with both palms.

"Nrank …"

"Mahh …"

Ki Suro bounced to the point of rolling. Blood immediately gushed out from his mouth. Before long he felt the heat radiating from the wrist. Ki Suro was startled, he hurriedly saw what had happened.

The old man became even more shocked when he saw that both of his hands were already blackened like they were roasted. He began to grimace withstanding the heat.

The people there saw the incident and no one dared to speak. They all looked at the Cakra Buana, with just one buzz, the opponent instantly fell down. Everyone was amazed by him.

Meanwhile, ki Suro himself increasingly can not stand the heat. He's starting to drift. Actually, what makes the heat is because of its own actions. When he had taken a poisonous blow, Cakra Buana chose to return the blow to its owner. Unexpectedly the consequences were great, ki Suro was immediately attacked by his own manager. Gun eat sir.

Because the old man felt that he could not take it anymore, he immediately left there without saying goodbye. People immediately shook the two warriors who had just fought it.

The short fight is over. Cakra Buana went straight back into the tavern to continue her delayed meal. People immediately dispersed so that the situation became quiet as ever.

He glanced at the entrance of the shop. Before long, three men in swordsman uniforms and in a violent appearance entered there. They walk leisurely full of dignity. The atmosphere inside the shop turned a little strange. Like there is pressure from strength.

Swordsman Maung Kulon bowed while continuing to eat. Sometimes his eyes glanced at the three people who had just come.

"Give us grilled chicken wine and rice" said one of the men in sleeveless brown clothes. His voice was hoarse and flat.

"Good den. Wait a minute" replied the shop owner.

While waiting, the three people turned to glance at Cakra Buana secretly as well. The three were increasingly shocked when they saw there was an heirloom on the back of the all-white young man who was wrapped in a cloth.

"This is bi's payment. Thank you," said Cakra Buana while giving the payment he placed on the table. Without waiting for long, he immediately rushed over to his white horse.

His gut said another. Like something's about to happen. Moreover, his heart felt familiar to the three people earlier. On the other hand, the three warriors were not a meal message. The three of them just left without saying goodbye.

"Ehhhh .. how did they go. He said a meal message, limit their policy," grumbled the shop owner when he saw the departure of the three people.

Cakra Buana arrived at a quiet forest road. He was recalling who the three warriors he had seen in the tavern. While he was daydreaming, his horse suddenly stopped. The horse neighs and raises its two front legs.

Cakra Buana. He was confused for a while until finally, from the trees down three people who had been thinking about.

"Sorry dulur, why are you blocking my way?" ask Cakra Buana after getting off his horse.

"Hemm .. are you Cakra Buana?" ask someone who wears white.

"Right, I'm Cakra Buana. If I may know, who is this dulur?"

"My guess is not wrong. We're Three Sadistic Killers. Hand over the God's Heirloom Sword right now," said one wearing a sleeveless brown shirt.

'So ... The three of them who were yesterday peeking at me while at Waluh Mountain School?' inner Cakra Buana wondered.

"Sorry, the God's Heirloom Sword is not on me,"

"liks. You think you can fool us? Leave it now or we'll have to act rudely,"

"Are you the ones who peeked at me a few days ago at Waluh Mountain School?" tanya Cakra Buana.

"Hahaha .. clever you're a kid too. Right, we were the one peeping at you the other day. Since you already know who we are, better to hand over the heirloom, the sooner the better," said someone wearing red. He is the Blood Devil.

"Don't dream of being able to obtain the God's Heirloom Sword," Cakra Buana said firmly.

"Then we had to act rudely so you could hand it over,"

"Do. I'm not afraid, if I can take it from me, take it,"

"******* small. Hmhh …"

One of the Three Sadistic Assassins known by the nickname Manuk Bodas attacked Cakra Buana. He thrust his right hand forward. From the palm of that hand, out a white light as big as a lidi that shot out quickly.

"Guard …"

Cakra Buana jumps to avoid the long-range attacks. He went twice in the air before landing.

The long-range strike escaped the target and hit a tree of considerable size.

"Blarrr ..." The tree was smashed to pieces by Manuk Bodas.