Story of Maung Kulon

Ajian the Site of the Gods and the Hell Hand of the Thousand Shadows

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

The two hands of the Swordsman Maung Kulon moved towards the vulnerable point. The three opponents try to protect the body parts that are targeted by Cakra Buana. But unfortunately, how fast they resisted, still losing fast to the motion of the Cakra Buana attack.

Buana's chakra bounces high upward, as soon as it descends it lands a blow to the ground. The earth trembled even to the point of making all three opponents flung up. When they almost stepped on the ground again, the right leg of Cakra Buana he lifted and gave a kick that flicked from the right side to the left side.

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

His legs kicked the temple. A little fresh blood flowed from the temple. The three opponents felt his gaze begin to blur. Immediately they shook their heads to disappear the sense of blur.

"Crazy. He was young like this but his knowledge was already very high. She's really lucky. I feel very overwhelmed, the three of them are like this, especially if alone," muttered the Old Swordsman while looking at Cakra Buana from head to toe.

The fight stopped for a moment. They looked at each other with a look of hatred mixed with fear. Cakra Buana is just standing back.

"Just like this is your ability? It turns out you're just big mouth," sneered Cakra Buana.

"*******. How arrogant your mouth is a rancid boy" said the Flying Fan.

"Isn't that the fact?"

"Shut your mouth before I rip. Feel this Buy Fan of mine,"

"Hiatt …"

"Grush …"

The Flying Fan waved his weapon from the bottom up. The ground suddenly spouted upwards. There was a high level of energy in the attack. Buana's chakra restrains the attack by stomping his foot to the ground.

"Nh …"

The attack of the Death Fan met with the energy shield in the Cakra Buana. The attack just vanished like it was sucked in by something.

Two of his colleagues, the Old Swordsman and the Bamboo Flute Swordsman, were quite surprised. Because they knew that just now it was one of the great engineers of the Flying Fan. But the Swordsman Maung Kulon easily resisted the attack.

"It seems you really want to die. All right, we're not gonna mess around anymore,"

"Grush …"

"Grush …"

Two of his comrades also gave a similar attack to Cakra Buana. Again the attack could be countered by him. In the next second, three opponents had already charged forward to attack again. This time they have used their famous weapon.

"Murin …"

The Flying Fan flicked its fan towards the neck of Cakra Buana. He immediately pulled his head a little. Before long, the sword belonging to the Old Swordsman came from the left side grabbing his stomach. The Buana chakra manages to evade it by pulling the body slightly backward. After that, followed by the Bamboo Flute Swordsman who again launched an attack with dozens of poisonous needles.

"Guard …"

The needle came very quickly. The warrior Maung Kulon was almost overwhelmed. He immediately twisted his body to hold down the dozens of needles. At the moment of turning, suddenly an opponent hit his stomach terribly.

"Nrank …"

The Flying Fan thrusting its fan made Cakra Buana bounce two steps away. He immediately felt nauseous because the attack just now contained energy in a high enough.

Not stopping there, the three began to shower Cakra Buana again with dangerous attacks. Swordsman Maung Kulon who at that time still felt nausea, quite a hassle. He did not expect that the opponent would attack so quickly.

For a while, Cakra Buana held his wiggle room. There was no gap to be able to get out of the three attacks that continued to roll his body. He can only hold and deflect or dodge a fan that continues to flick, a poked flute, or a sword that often tries to read out his body.

"The Tread of the Gods …"

"Grush …"

His palms he pounded firmly forward. The left hand is pulled to the waist at the same time. The transparent white energy came out and shot out quickly. The energy formed a giant footprint.

The three opponents were shocked not to play. They did not expect at all that in a crucial moment, the Swordsman Maung Kulon was able to deliver a deadly attack. Things like this can only be done by warriors who have the ability above common sense. Where the swordsman could escape the rain of attacks miraculously.

The Bamboo Flute Swordsman, the Old Swordsman and the Flying Fan jumped back. As fast as lightning they made a defensive fortress by crossing their weapons in front of the face. Three forces in different colors appear to form a shield.

But unfortunately the three shields are not enough to hold the style of the God's Tread of Cakra Buana which is flowed in high energy. So close, the three shields instantly shattered and struck his body.

"Grand …"

"Gr …"

A loud bang rang out as Ajian God's Palm collided with the three shields. All three of his opponents slid into the ground. Instantly the soil becomes concave and shaped five sites. They died in terrible conditions. When they died, they were not even believed. The three opponents eyes were still glaring sharply, they carried a great grudge to the afterlife.

On the other hand, the fight between the Thousand Hand Swordsman against the Demon Whip was going on exciting. The two warriors attack each other and defend relying on the powerful moves they have.

The whip of the Devil attacks and defends with his heirloom whip (whip). While the Thousand Hand Swordsman only relied on his two hands which were famous for being very dangerous.

Cakra Buana was a little surprised to see his comrade's two hands were burning red at this moment. Both hands were flushed to the base. On the other hand, the whip belonging to the opponent had already reflected blackish smoke. That magic whip has changed color. The stench was smelled by the wind.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman and the Demon Whip faced each other within a distance of seven steps. They prepared their last moves. The ground trembled and the leaves flew around in circles surrounding the two.

Suddenly the Demon Whip shouted loudly while turning its navel.

"Devil Wind Vortex …"

"Grush …"

Dust surrounded him. The dust instantly turned black, sending death's air. The swirl of dust quickly shot towards the opponent.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman did not want to lose, he stomped his feet and then dashed quickly to welcome the vortex.

"Hell Hand of a Thousand Shadows …"

"Grush …"

Both of his hands grew red. It was like an iron that had been heated for so long. The hot air soon dispersed. Two opposites meet. The red-colored energy brought about colliding with the black energy.

"Relope …"

"Himu …"

Both of them shouted releasing all their energy. The air around the increasingly depressed, the next second a big enough explosion sounded to shake the earth. Some trees have even collapsed. Before long the Demon Whip bounced back with the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

He held his neck which was choked firmly by the left arm of the Thousand Swordsman.

"****** you're a demon …"

"Nrank …"

"Heughh …"

The Thousand Hands Swordsman unleashed his final blow. The Devil Whip bounced backwards until it knocked down a huge tree the size of a circle of adult hands. He died with a broken chest. His entire body was billowing smoke and blistering.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman immediately sat cross-legged gathering his inner energy. In addition, he also felt his body start to be attacked by a poison.

"Hoekk .." he vomited black blood. Cakra Buana immediately approached him as soon as he saw his partner open his eyes.