Story of Maung Kulon

They Come Again

"You're not papa uncle?" ask Cakra Buana to the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"No prince, fortunately I managed to remove the poison. Otherwise, I might be dead by now,"

"Did the whip contain poison?"

"Not just his whip, even every attack he gave off contained quite ferocious poison,"

"If it wasn't you, I wouldn't guarantee survival. It seems like I have to learn how to deal with a ferocious poisonous attack from you," Cakra Buana said with a smile.

"You're too low a prince. It is precisely I who have much to learn from you" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman who has now stood back.

"Where can it be. I'm younger than you, the old should teach the young," Swordsman Maung Kulon would not lose, he kept his words.

"Young or old is no problem. Most importantly his knowledge .. hahaha,"

"Ah this you," said Cakra Buana. "But I'm sure, that wasn't your last move" Cakra Buana continued.

"Are you sure?"

"certain. Because I know where your science is,"

"Hemm ..really?" The Thousand Hand Swordsman squinted his eyes.

Before Cakra Buana answered, the two walked towards a lush tree. They then sit down to release fatigue. After that, then Cakra Buana answered the previous question.

"Very right. There were at least one or two moves that were several times greater than the Thousand Shadow Hell Hand. Dare to be honest is great" said Cakra Buana, smiling triumphantly.

"Hahaha .. I did not expect that you were also a fortune teller" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"I'm not a fortune teller, I know because you told me. If it was one of your ultimate moves, there's no way you'd still be this strong. The proof is that after you finish fighting, even you are able to remove all the vicious poison within you. This alone is a sign that you are still storing large amounts of energy" said Pendekar Maung Kulon.

"Hemm, you're right prince. I can't seem to lie to you" he said.

"Can't not. It's just you who's less good at lying, hahaha,"

"You're right. Then I have to learn to be smart to lie" he said with a laugh.

The two people laughed as if nothing had happened before. Even the wounds that had been seen, were now gone without a trace. In their hearts, they praised each other.

"Prince, what's next for us …"

"Sstt .." Cakra Buana gave the code so that the Thousand Swordsman was silent. The man did not continue his words.

"What's wrong?" tank whispered.

"There is someone else coming soon" said Cakra Buana.

"Who?"

"Eitherway. Maybe the royal people again,"

"But I didn't feel their presence" said the man dressed in black with a red cloth belt.

"Look over there," Cakra Buana said as he pointed to his former fight.

The Thousand Startled Hand Swordsman. It turns out that in the former fight had stood six people who were dressed and had different postures.

"Are they royal warriors?"

"It seems so," replied Cakra Buana.

"They have come again" he lamented.

In the former battle earlier, there were currently six people in swordsman uniforms. They were all shocked when they saw the four comrades killed horribly.

"Who would dare to kill them?" ask a person with a slightly fat body.

"The culprit must still be around here" said a thin-moustached man.

"Those behind the tree, come out. Don't hide like that" said a shoulder-haired old man. His eyes thrust sharply towards the tree occupied by Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

Because they felt that they had been caught, they immediately jumped and landed in front of the six people with a distance of ten steps.

"Hand Swordsman of a Thousand .." said one.

"True, it's me sir. Why are you here?"

"And I seem to know this young man" the man continued.

"I am Cakra Buana" replied the Swordsman Maung Kulon lightly.

"Degg ..." The six people were shocked. Their hearts were beating and blood seemed to rise to the face. The look in his eyes immediately shone sharply towards Cakra Buana.

"Have you done all this?" ask the young lady.

"If not why, and if you want what?" ask Cakra Buana.

"If not, I don't believe it. And if so, of course you have to take responsibility" said the woman firmly.

"By way?"

"By giving up your lives,"

"Hemm ..." Cakra Buana snorted slowly.

"Prince, how is this? I think these six are much stronger than the one before" whispered the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

"We have to be manly. Admit it 'cause we killed him,"

"But then the problem will be even more complicated. And we, especially you, will be in danger,"

"No problem. We're gonna face them together,"

"You sure you can beat them?" ask Cakra Buana.

"If you don't try, how do you know?"

"Haishh. I follow what you say," said the Thousand-handed Swordsman as usual.

"Why are you quiet? Are you guys mute? Or deaf?" the young woman snapped at Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

Cakra Buana himself was actually not certain of being able to defeat them at once. If one or two fight and the other wait, he can still. But where could they be like that? If you move forward at once, then the story is another. The Buana chakra is also a human being who still has the limits of ability. Combined, maybe all six are better than one grandfather in the martial world.

Fighting them at once is tantamount to foolish actions. But since there was no other way, in the end Cakra Buana answered honestly.

"Right, we killed four of your comrades" Cakra Buana said calmly.

In life, whoever he was would definitely face something difficult. Forward cannot, backward especially. But whatever it is, if you can never back down. There are obstacles before you as much as possible. Although you know that crashing against obstacles is a stupid act, but there is no harm also if you occasionally do it.

Sometimes trying luck by risking 'lives' is not bad. As long as you are sure, God is not silent. He'll help you without you knowing. Living life can sometimes feel silly. God tests us with hard obstacles, but behind them He also tells us how to deal with them. Isn't this ridiculous? But that's how life is. It's not living its name if there's no silliness.

Hearing Cakra Buana's confession, the six swordsmen were furious. The turmoil in the body surged up instantly. The air suddenly felt pressing. A strong wind blew the clothes of the warriors.

"You deserve to die .." said the skinny short man angrily.

"I'm really going to die. Without your hands, I would die. But that is later," replied Cakra Buana still in a state of calm.

"Why should I later? Why don't you die now through our intermediary?" said the thin-moustached man.

"I don't think I can. For you will not be able to take me to the afterlife" said Cakra Buana.