Story of Maung Kulon

Fighting Again I

"Does your speech come with evidence?" ask the fat guy. His face illustrates that he is tempering a great anger. His breath went up and down irregularly.

"Why not? If you do not believe it, please try it," said Cakra Buana still calm.

Everyone was quiet this time. The six warriors of Kawasenan Kingdom were actually feeling trepidation. They looked at each other like they were talking in silence. The wind again blew slowly moving the leaves and the eight warriors.

"Looks like you do have a big guts, rancid boy. If so, we will prove it immediately. Whether your words are true, or just nonsense," said the old man with shoulder-length hair and thick eyebrows and was already white.

"Please. I won't back down" said Cakra Buana and changed her position to prepare.

"Prince, are you sure you will face them?" asked the Thousand-Hand Swordsman a little worried.

It does so not without reason, precisely for the reason that the Thousand-Hand Swordsman said so. According to him, if he and Cakra Buana were to fight them, surely the problem would be even more complicated. Especially if they report today's incident to the king.

"You calm down, uncle. If you don't want to fight, no papa. I still feel able to face them," Cakra Buana said slightly pressing her voice.

"Bu-not so prince. I'm just afraid they're reporting to Prabu Ajiraga,"

"Then we'll just finish them all off. What's difficult?"

"But the prince, they …"

"I reiterate once again, if you do not want to fight, immediately move aside," this time the words of Cakra Buana slightly snapped. Even anger was already visible in his eyes.

"Well if that's what you want. I am ready to fight with them as best I can" said the Thousand-handed Swordsman steadily.

"good. Then get ready,"

"Have you two spoken?" ask the thin mustache swordsman.

"It has. Let's start right away," said Cakra Buana and then immediately put up the horses.

"Good, look at the attack …"

Finished saying so, he instantly gave his first strike. A quick burst of wind grabbed Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman. But the two warriors easily avoided the attack. The formless wind continued to streak until it hit a tree until it was crushed into small pieces.

The six people were divided into two. Four men locked up Cakra Buana from all sides. The other two people were now faced with the Thousand Swordsman. The one dealing with Cakra Buana, is certainly a much higher swordsman of knowledge than their two counterparts.

The atmosphere in the forest was suddenly silent. Because after the first attack failed, all the warriors looked at each other for a while. The next second, the silence turned completely into a crowd.

The six warriors attacked Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman simultaneously. Each attack they launched gave off a buzzing sound like thousands of bees flying.

The four warriors who attacked Cakra Buana had already launched a series of deadly attacks. Their feet moved very quickly like a shadow. Before the attack arrived, there was first a cold wind that felt snatching onto the body.

If it were someone else, of course in one buzz, he would have been sprawled lifeless. But their opponent this time is not just any swordsman, he is a special young man because at a young age already has the ability that is difficult to measure opponents.

Cakra Buana moving. His feet were moving agilely, he looked like he was not treading to the ground due to his speed. It's like flying. Darting there and avoid the attack from four opponents.

"Grush …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

On the other hand, the fight between the Thousand Hand Swordsman against the fat one and the thin mustache was running exciting. The two warriors were currently pounding the Thousand Swordsman ferociously.

The two work together to deliver a series of attacks that are difficult to guess and fend off. The black-clothed, red-tipped warrior felt a little overwhelmed. Because both of his opponents continued to attack without giving time for him to retaliate.

A sharp wind swirled around the three warriors. Their hand legs move following the movements of each opponent. It seems the three of them are balanced. It is hard to guess who will master the fight.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman jumped two steps back, then his feet imprinted onto a tree and his body slid rapidly towards the fat man and the thin mustache. His two hands extended forward forming sharp claws and a steady punch.

"Grush …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

The fatty and the thin moustache resisted the attack launched by the Thousand Swordsman using their two braided hands. Both of them back off. One leg they held back, but still gradually retreated again because the Thousand Swordsman poured out half his energy.

"Relope …"

"Grand …"

A small explosion sounded. The dust is a little. They jumped a few steps. The thin mustache and the fat one staggered almost out of balance. While the Thousand Hand Swordsman had to turn over once before landing smoothly.

The fight of the three warriors stopped for a moment. They look at each other.

"Is this all you're capable of?" cakra Buana asked his four opponents.

"You mustn't be arrogant, you rancid boy. It's just an experiment, you haven't seen our true abilities, so it's only natural that you're acting up" said the old swordsman a little annoyed.

"really? But I don't think your abilities are much different than before, either" Cakra Buana mocked.

"*******. Your mouth deserves to be ripped off" said the skinny swordsman.

"Touching my body is not possible. How do you want to rip my mouth out?"

Hearing the words of Cakra Buana just now, the thin dried one got even more angry. Body vibrates. Then without lingering, he gave a stomping attack to his right palm. Red light came out from the palm of the hand.

Cakra Buana just smiled looking at the red light that shot towards him. Swordsman Maung Kulon only smiled faintly. When the red light was near, the all-white young man only shook his left hand.

The red light turned towards him. The light hit a rock as big as a buffalo.

"Blarrr ..." The large stone was smashed to pieces.

"Sorry, children's toys don't you show me, '" cried Cakra Buana.

The thin, dry man who resembled a living skull grew furious. He intends to re-attack Cakra Buana, but a colleague restrains him. So that the skinny dry does not attack.

"Hold a minute. We have to think of a way to fight him. This young man is not a warrior of the anchovy class" whispered another.