Story of Maung Kulon

Thousand Action Hand Swordsman

The Thousand Swordsman's opponent jumped up and intended to pounce on him. It looks like a panther. It's just that this is more brutal and the movements are more chaotic. Maybe this is why the style is named "Macan Beetle Crazy".

Thousand Hand Swordsman compensates the opponent's movements. He still looks calm even though he is actually starting to get overwhelmed. The attack speed of this style is really great, so that several times the Thousand Swordsman was hit.

The fight between the two continues. For a moment the Thousand Hand Swordsman was in a cornered position. But once he saw there was a chance, he immediately jumped up and salted once in the air and then went down with his feet down.

"Shadow Leg Kick …"

"Grush …"

The legs of the Thousand Swordsman were straightened and raised as quickly as possible. Lawa became confused because the two legs seemed to have many shadows. But since it had already happened, he forced himself to endure it. Both hands he raised up his face to hold the kick.

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

The Thousand Hand Swordsman rained down on the opponent with his kick. But apparently, the opponent's defense fortress cannot be underestimated. Both hands are in high power. The Thousand Hand Swordsman felt his feet ache and heat. So too with his opponent. He felt his hands almost crumpled due to the powerful kick earlier.

"I can't linger, I better end it now" he murmured.

The Thousand Hand Swordsman began to move his hands. Both hands he stuck forward and then went up and down. After a few counts, the two hands were in motion again to the right and left side similar to holding water.

As soon as he finished, he stomped it forward. Transparent white light in the form of high inner power shot towards the opponent. As soon as the beam shot out, he himself immediately followed it.

The opponent was shocked, he prepared the best move he had. The meeting of the two moves met, but unfortunately the opponent did not realize that the Thousand Swordsman was already in front of him.

"Thousand Hand Blows …"

"Relope …"

"Grush …"

A sharp wind accompanied the fatal blow. The opponent tried to hold back as much as he could. But unfortunately he was powerless, because the longer, the two opponents' hands look changed into many. As a result, the rain hit it hard to hit some parts of his body.

The greatness of the Thousand Hand Punch is that it can make the opponent dizzy so that the tip resigned like now. The fighter only stopped hitting after his opponent was killed with blood continuing to come out of his mouth, nose and ears.

Grandpa Rajawali's fight is no less great than the Thousand Swordsman. The old man had already struck two of his opponents several times. The scars are painted on some parts of the opponent's body.

While Grandpa Rajawali only suffered a few minor injuries. Right now they are fighting hard. The moves by the moves have been taken out. The light of light dyes the dark of the night.

Grandpa Rajawali moved towards two opponents both hands ready to tear the body apart. On the other hand the two Spoon Serpent College teachers did not want to lose. Both of them released moves that contained poison. The smell of carnation was immediately smelled by Grandpa Rajawali.

He intended to stop his attack, but unfortunately he was already out. The old man moved his hand from the right side to the left. The opponent was ready to hold back, but alas, it was just a mere trick. The truth is both hands are attacking from the bottom up snatching the armpits.

"Nrank …"

"Plackk…"

Both of his opponents were suffocating stifled as they felt the bottom of their armpits being torn apart by the old grandfather's finger. But on the other hand, the opponent's two hands managed to give a crushing attack to him.

Heart and right shoulder are targeted. Grandpa Rajawali snapped two steps. He immediately fell to his knees as it turned out that the attack just now contained a dangerous poison. His body felt weak as the poison started to spread.

"Hoekk .." Grandpa Rajawali spewed a bit of blackish blood. He held onto his chest which was starting to hurt.

"Labour. The old man broke the nerve vein," muttered one of the two.

"*******. Then we'll just finish it off, all right,"

"****** you're a rotten grandfather," he shouted while intending to attack.

But before they moved any further, Grandpa Rajawali was already awake and standing upright despite having to force himself. The old grandfather forcefully stretched out both his hands. His right leg was raised to the knee.

His two hands started to move up and down. Every movement, always cause wind gusts that contain energy in high. The air feels tight. Pebbles flew away followed by dust and leaves.

"Face the Wings of Rajawali …"

"Grush …"

Suddenly there was a strong wind rolling over everything that was there. The strong wind swiftly shot towards his two opponents. The battle on the other hand paused for a moment due to the effects of this great wind.

"Grush …"

"Yes …"

"Mahh …"

Both of his opponents screamed in pain after being hit by the Knock of the Swing Wing. The two swirled in the air before being thrown crashing into the college fortress until it was destroyed. They died with their heads crushed. Fresh blood immediately flowed.

The people who saw this scene were stunned. The Flap of the Rajawali Wing cannot be denied its greatness. In the condition of Grandpa Rajawali poisoning alone can cause such a powerful effect, especially if not poisoning. Perhaps both of his opponents would be thrown dozens of spears before finally dying.

"Hoekk .." Grandpa Rajawali spewed fresh blood again. His body began to pale. He almost fell on his back. It was fortunate that the Thousand Hands Swordsman immediately helped him and took the old man to safety.

Meanwhile, Cakra Buana's fight against the Old Poison had already gone over twenty moves. But both look balanced for now. Old Poison had already issued his death moves, but it turned out that all the moves were in vain. Because Cakra Buana is able to kelit with agile.

"Tiger Lifts Life …"

"Grush …"

Cakra Buana issued the ninth style of the Book of Maung Mega Mendung. His hands were hardened like steel. Cakra Buana jumps forward giving various attacks in the form of claws.

On the other hand Old Poison began to play the silat style "King Serpent". He was twitching like a snake. His hands were tightened so that they resembled a spoon snake. Although at first glance it looks ordinary, but each tootokan is able to paralyze the opponent.

If the opponent has low intelligence, the opponent will not be able to survive in ten moves.

"Grand …"

"Grand …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

Totokan and punches or scratches begin to collide again. The two attack each other. The Old Poison was curling like a snake that was outwitting its prey. On the other hand Cakra Buana pounced wildly like an angry tiger.