Story of Maung Kulon

Fight Again II

"If you guys are not intent on fighting me, it's better to just leave. After that you immediately resign from the martial world, because there is no warrior like you," said Cakra Buana heated up the four opponents.

Maung Kulon's Swordsman fishing was successful. The four opponents were getting angrier hearing Cakra Buana's words just now. There was a faint smoke billowing from their heads and legs, indicating that the royal swordsman was dampening his anger and channeling it through deep energy.

But the name of man has been controlled by anger and enslaved by demons, the four people are ultimately unable to hold back. So that the next second they again attacked Cakra Buana.

"Grush …"

"Grush …"

The four warriors came back. This time, they used their own weapons. The old swordsman used a stick, the beautiful woman used a shawl, the thin dried one used a short sword, and another one a swordsman who had a hump similar to a camel, used a mine for half a fathom.

They then split up after arriving in front of Cakra Buana. Swordsman Maung Kulon was increasingly cautious. His eyes looked around. Both of his hands were clenched tightly even until the sound of his bones sounded.

"****** you …"

"Feel this …"

"Hiatt …"

"Natal …"

The four of them swung their weapons together. The short sword leads to the hull with a sharp stab. The stick is aiming for his waist. The lady's scarf was beautiful and flirtatious, grabbing the neck of Cakra Buana. The mine attack belonged to the hump of the camel, targeting the chest of Cakra Buana.

The four weapons came in unison. Swordsman Maung Kulon avoided all the weapons one by one. No one knows how he got out of that four-arm cage. Clearly, now Cakra Buana has escaped from them.

The all-white young man stood two steps away from him. The four warriors of Kawasenan Kingdom looked at each other. They were confused as to how Cakra Buana would free himself.

But it wasn't long, because the next second they were already attacking back.

The onslaught of the four heirloom weapons moved very quickly. A dangerous attack is difficult to avoid. As time passed, the sun was tilting further west.

The battle of Cakra Buana against four warriors had already gone over thirty moves. The four warriors began to feel desperate, as they felt that all of his attacks were in vain.

'Crazy ones. This kid's like an eel. He's very hard to catch, ' the old swordsman's inner self.

The four of them began to increase their attack speed. Even the energy in the channeled was getting bigger. Cakra Buana began to feel overwhelmed, because the four opponents have launched the death moves they have.

"Mine of Death …"

"The Hill Destroyer's Stick …"

"Tiger Shredder Sword …"

"Satan's Scarf Hell …"

"Grush …"

"Grush …"

The wind blows like a whirlwind. Doyong trees even fell because they could not withstand the magnitude of the wind. The thunderous roaring sound carried a sinister air.

Four death moves quickly target the body of Cakra Buana. Swordsman Maung Kulon took a stand. It gathers energy in large quantities.

"Blow Jagat Buana …"

"Girandav …"

Cakra Buana hit the right hand to the ground. The earth is shaking. The sky is rumbling and the clouds are gray. Four death moves have arrived and collide with the style of Cakra Buana.

Loud explosions sounded echoing. The trees were uprooted and even flew away in the wind. The state of the forest is like a storm has just hit.

Cakra Buana and his four opponents bounced off ten spears. The five warriors were in almost the same condition. It's badly hurt. Buana's chakra spews blackish fresh blood. His face was a bit pale.

Swordsman Maung Kulon tried to get up with difficulty. Then it immediately sped back to where it was.

On the other hand, the four warriors of Kawasenan Kingdom also suffered severe injuries. Even one of them, the hump of a camel, was killed. The other three survived despite being heavily injured.

Cakra Buana forced his body. He moved again to launch the final attack. A single wind swirled around his body.

Swordsman Maung Kulon woke up and took a right knee stance on the bend. His body was slightly bent and a sharp eye-sight forward led to the three opponents.

"Mountain Enchantment …"

"Relope …"

"Grush …"

The Sukma Cakra Buana shot out at lightning speed. The Sukma launched a tread attack on the three opponents who were seriously injured. Because of the circumstances that are not possible, of course the three are unable to avoid anymore.

So no doubt in a matter of seconds, they have been killed at the hands of Cakra Buana through Ajian Rengkah Mountain. Perhaps this was the first time that Ajian Rengkah Mountain had managed to kill more than one person simultaneously. Only a highly trained person can do something like this.

When the Cakra Buana tribe re-entered, the Maung Kulon Swordsman immediately went limp. Like a withered flower, Cakra Buana suddenly fell face down. Blood kept coming out of his mouth.

Cakra Buana was forcing herself too much. Previously he had just fought a draining battle, now fighting again. So it's only natural that he gets like that.

Along with the incident earlier, the fight between the Thousand Swordsman against the thin mustache and the fat one had reached the top.

The three warriors suffered injuries all over his body. Two weapons were currently rushing towards the Thousand Swordsman. But the intended only quietly awaits the two heirlooms.

As soon as the heirloom was near, the high-strength swordsman moved. Both his hands caught two heirloom weapons belonging to the opponent. The two royal warriors were getting more violent, the inner energy channeled through his navel was getting bigger.

The Thousand Hand Swordsman held back with one leg. Even the legs that supported his body until it slid to the ground as deep as the eyes of the feet. His hands are covered in blood.

The pain began to spread throughout his body. He is no longer strong because both opponents are getting more and more crazy. Without a second thought, the Thousand Hand Swordsman intended to bring out one of his ultimate moves.

'There is no other way than to use that knowledge, ' the inner Swordsman of the Thousand Hands.

"Manggala Yudha Study …"

"Ggrrn …"

The sky is cloudy, the wind is blowing hard. The earth shook again. The Thousand Hands Swordsman's body trembled violently. Even until his face was shaking.

"Grush …"

suddenly he flew up. His opponent's heirloom weapon was broken into three pieces. The Thousand Hands Swordsman went down and dived giving two blows that severely hit the crowns of his two opponents.

"Nrank …"

"Mahh …"

"Heughh …"

Both are up to the neck. Their heads were partially broken. The thin mustache and the fat one died without a chance to scream. The Thousand Hands Swordsman himself instantly fell flat on his back with torn clothes.

The great fight is over. Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman managed to win the fight. Unfortunately, their condition is not much different from people who are dying. Both of them were gone, all of their energy was almost gone. His face was pale as a corpse.