Story of Maung Kulon

The Angry King

"City …"

"City …"

The metal clashing happened again as before. But this time the Cakra Buana did not wait, once the three opposing weapons were attached to the Godly Sword, it instantly pulled back its remains and then gave another attack using its right foot.

The rotating Buana chakra kicks some parts of the opponent's body so that they bounce off. But once strayed, four other warriors advanced on Cakra Buana as well.

Their heirloom weapons have been removed and are ready to slash the neck of Swordsman Maung Kulon. But of course Cakra Buana does not want to harm himself. As soon as the four opponents were close, he spun quickly like a slim.

His body was covered in a white radiance from the flash of the God Heirloom Sword. He continued to spin until it gave rise to a wave of wind that protected him. As a result, the four warriors were unable to touch his body. How powerful they were to attack, still all that was hit was the trunk of the Godly Heirloom Sword. Not the body of Cakra Buana.

On the other hand, the battle of the four warriors of Kawasenan Kingdom against the Thousand Swordsman went even more exciting. The man, all black with a red cloth belt, has rolled out the death moves he has.

Although the four warriors were not easy opponents, but at least the Thousand Hand Swordsman could compensate. Both of his hands had already turned as red as they had just a while ago.

The Hell Hand of a Thousand Shadows he had taken out made the room feel very hot as if it was burned. The Thousand Hand Swordsman moved to attack with both hands that resembled hot steel. Both of his legs followed the rhythm of motion.

All the weapons of the opponent that collided with his hands, none of them were able to injure. Quite the contrary, the weapon is a thick one. The four warriors were startled, a sense of trepidation began to envelop his heart.

Hot and cold sweat began to wash over the temples. The Thousand Hand Swordsman still continued to attack fiercely. He was like an angry lion. Fast, agile, deadly.

"But the head …"

The Thousand Hands Swordsman shouted to one of his opponents. The punch of his right hand drifted towards the head, the opponent was startled. He lowered his head. He thought that his head was indeed being targeted, if the word is true, it is certain that the head will be destroyed following the contents.

But the next second, the attack changed. When the right hand of the Thousand Hand Swordsman almost hit the head of the opponent, he actually pulled it back and gave a crushing blow using the right left hand to hit his chin.

"Nrank …"

"Mahh …"

The opponent immediately bounced. He fell on his back with a broken mouth. The skin of his chin turned charred due to the powerless holding back the heat from the stance of the Thousand Shadow Hell Hand. Even the blood that should have been shed was no longer. The blood becomes thick. The fighter had floundered for a while before finally dying.

Meanwhile, Cakra Buana has passed the fight as many as thirty moves. He began to play the moves of the Book of Gods Playing Sword, his movements increasingly difficult to follow the eyes.

The seven opponents grew more daunted as they had not been able to injure Cakra Buana yet. While in another position, the all-white young man had managed to give injuries to some opponents.

"Steps of the Wind God …"

"The Sword of a Thousand Shadows …"

"Grush …"

The sword turned into a lot in the eyes of the opponent. A sharp gust of wind accompanied the heirloom sword attack. Seventh opponent is made more and more shriveled guts. The seven of them, Cakra Buana is alone. But why was it that when the young man launched an attack with the sword, the seven swordsmen could sense that they were being attacked as well simultaneously?

Thinking of this, the guts of the seventh swordsman grew faint. Just this time they fought with a warrior like Cakra Buana. In their eyes, the Swordsman Maung Kulon was not a human. Except the devil or the angels. Because only they can do that.

The Cakra of Buana jumps suddenly. The God Heirloom Sword he swung steadily.

"Mr …"

"Cone …"

One talk. Once redeemed. The seven heirloom weapons, broken by the God Heirloom Sword. Everyone is dumbfounded. No one is not surprised to see this. Everything went by so fast, so fast.

As soon as the opponent's weapon is broken, Cakra Buana's rapid movements launch a long-range attack. The left hand that held nothing, he stomped forward forcefully.

"Grush …"

A huge energy shot out then struck all the opponents. No one could avoid his attack because the seven warriors were still shocked by the breaking of their heirlooms.

"Heughh …"

The Seventh Swordsman of Kawasenan Kingdom complained of being restrained. Once attacked, their chests felt extremely tight. Even my back feels heavy. Those people felt that there was a rock as big as a mountain so they could not stand back.

Seeing that all his warriors were overwhelmed, Prabu Ajiraga grew even more furious. He intends to attack Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman. But before he got near the two, Cakra Buana had already taken quick action.

He drew the hands of the Thousand Hands Swordsman. Then run as fast as possible from there using Ajian Saipi Wind. Just two breaths away, both of them had already made it out from within the palace. Cakra Buana continued to run fast. It is like a wind that no one can chase.

Even Prabu Ajiraga was unable to catch up to him. The reason being that he had been hunted by lust thus losing his concentration.

"*****. Go after those two!! Don't let him run, hurry up. Don't talk too much, just kill them. Bring his head to me" Prabu Ajiraga shouted as loudly as possible. His face was red. Thin white smoke billowed from his crown.

He stomped his foot and went back inside. The room that had been neat, was now a mess. Blood stains are everywhere. Even the smell of water began to fill the room.

Prabu Ajiraga Wijaya Kusuma was really furious. He wanted to chase after the fleeing Cakra Buana, but it felt like it was a complete loss of dignity. A great king should not intervene as long as there is something to rely on.

When he entered the room and sat on his throne, Prabu Ajiraga saw the ten warriors who had been fighting were lined with fear. No one dared to raise their face. There was hate and regret in their hearts.

Hate because Cakra Buana broke their heirloom and the Thousand Swordsman killed one of their comrades, and regret for not being able to kill both.

"Basic fool. Only fighting two humans is not possible. Your number is even three times over, but why can't anyone? Do I have to intervene alone? In that case, it means that I no longer need people***** like you are," Prabu Ajiraga said in a very angry tone.

"Repick this room. Bring the bodies of your friends, I want this room to be as neat as ever. After that, chase the two. Don't come back before you get it," after saying so, Prabu Ajiraga then left the room while continuing to carry his frustration.