Story of Maung Kulon

Two Angels

Shouts for the sake of the shouts of the disciples increasingly sounded to slash the conscience. Those people killed the opponent brutally without any mercy. The radiant prowess of sharp weapons such as cleaver and sword, roamed in search of prey.

One by one, lives began to drift to help the struggle that they thought was right. The life of a man is like the life of a chicken. Every second of weapon prowess, there must be casualties.

The teachers fought as hard as they could to subvert the opponent. White Rajawali College is getting cornered. They are on the verge of collapse. The student who had been thirty people, was now only about ten people left.

Because the number of opponents is more, of course they are not able to hold everything. Some students died horribly. Some were killed with stomach contents out, neck almost broken or even heart pierced by a weapon.

Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman are ready. Just waiting for the instructions from Cakra Buana, the warrior who served the Kingdom of Tunggilis was ready to move.

"Uncle, it's time for us to intervene. Do not be forgiven to the demons, we help the White Eagles College" said Cakra Buana.

"Good prince. Servants will try to help them even if they risk their lives,"

"good. We are moving now" Cakra Buana said with a fiery spirit.

"Yesn …"

"Hait …"

The cries of the two men echoed throughout the White Eagles College. Along with the shout, there was also a huge wake that grabbed the disciples of the Spoon Serpent College. The wind is not just the wind. But it is the energy in the Buana Chakra that is thrown from above.

"Grush …"

The disciples of the Snake Spoon College bounced far enough because they could not withstand the brunt of the big wind. Once a breakthrough, five students' lives were lost. As soon as it landed, Cakra Buana immediately attacked blindly. Both of his hands developed into sharp claws. Where the hand leads, it will be certain that there is a student's life floating.

On the other hand, the lunge of the Thousand Hand Swordsman is no less great than Cakra Buana. As soon as it landed on the ground, both of its hands were instantly stomped forward. Instantly from his palm came out a red radiance as big as a fist.

That light is the inner energy of the Thousand Hands Swordsman. He pointed it at the disciples of the Spoon Serpent College. No college student can avoid the long-range attack, because speed is like a shadow.

That red light hit the ten college students. His tenth immediately died with the condition of the internal organs ruptured. Do not stop there, the Thousand Hands Swordsman then sought out the desperate White Ecclesiastical Students.

There was one of the disciples who was already helpless, in front of him was a Snake School disciple who was ready to thrust his machete into the heart of the opponent.

Once the machete continues to move it will stab. At that time also the Thousand Swordsman darted quickly and then he easily broke the machete. The disciple was shocked, but it was only for a moment. Because the next second, the broken blade was thrown by the Thousand Swordsman and stuck right in the neck of the disciple.

The presence of Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman brought great joy to the White Royal College. The two warriors were like two angels who came to help him thanks to the hand of God.

The disciples who were still able to fight became even more excited when they realized their position had become balanced again. The existence of the Thousand Hand Swordsman and Cakra Buana, completely reverses the situation.

The two warriors bulldozed anyone who was in front of him. Out of the number of disciples that had been left thirty people, there were now no more than twelve people.

The fight stopped for a moment. The two sides face each other. The bodies of the disciples were as sheep that died in the prey of the wolves.

"Who are you two? Dare to interfere in my affairs," asked the professor of the Snake School known as the Old Poison.

"Are you senile Old Poison? So you don't know who I am?" ask back the Thousand Hands Swordsman while smiling.

"You .. The Thousand-Hand Swordsman" growled the Old Poison.

"Hahaha .. You are right. It's me, do you remember now?"

"No matter anyone's business. I will defend those who are one way with me,"

"*******. Who's with you?" ask the Old Poison while glancing at Cakra Buana who was wearing a wooden mask.

"Hemm, everyone in the jungle knows who this young warrior is" said the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

"Open your mask if there's guts, '" the Old Poison snapped.

"Well," replied Cakra Buana while unmasking her.

As soon as the mask opened, everyone who was there was shocked. Moreover, Grandpa Rajawali. This shock was of course because they had heard the story of the Swordsman Maung Kulon. His name is fragrant in the eyes of the people.

Grandpa Rajawali immediately sculpted. He felt regret for not believing Cakra Buana's words yesterday. 'I deserve to have heard his name. Turns out he's Maung Kulon's Swordsman, Grandpa Rajawali's inner self.

"You .. Swordsman Maung Kulon?" The Old Poison was a little surprised as well.

"really. It turns out that you know me too" replied Cakra Buana with a sweet smile.

"Rancid boy. Hand the Godly Sword to me," the Old Poison snapped as he extended his hand.

"Ah, do you want the God's Heirloom Sword? It's fine, as long as you can take it yourself," sneered Cakra Buana.

"Labour. Find ****** you apparently,"

"No need to look for also ***** definitely coming,"

"*******. Hmhh …"

The Old Poison attacked Cakra Buana delivering his punch. As soon as the master teacher made a move, the others also moved along. This time the ones who fought were the teachers from each college.

The Eternal Grandfather fought against the two Old Poison core disciples. The Thousand Hands against one teacher. Same with Bayu and Shinta. Cakra Buana against the Old Poison because the master was eyeing the God Heirloom Sword. While Sari and Ratih, tasked to take care of the injured students.

The fight this time was going better than before. Both sides are equally strong. Grandpa Rajawali began to play the White Rajawali silat moves. The three fingers of his two hands on the bend formed claws similar to that of an eagle.

The old grandfather started to move against both opponents. His two opponents are young, but already have high knowledge. Grandpa Rajawali flashed to and fro giving off a series of dangerous attacks. Both of his legs moved to the rhythm of both hands.

The silatnya movement is beautiful. He was like a bird of prey that flew freely and then swooped down to grab the prey. But his two opponents were not ordinary warriors, so they were able to help each other from the death attack that belonged to Grandpa Rajawali.

On the other hand the Thousand Hand Swordsman has played the deadly moves of his hands. Both hands turned red and smoldering smoke. The Thousand Hands Swordsman had issued the "Hand of Hell" style, so that the heat enveloped his battle arena.

The Thousand Swordsman's opponent was a bit of a hassle unable to bear the heat. But of course it does not affect too much, whose name is a teacher, must have a lot of science.

The Thousand Swordsman's opponent moved backwards to get his manager out. Once ready, he immediately darted back to attack.

"Straight Tiger Beetle Crazy …"

"Grush …"