Story of Maung Kulon

Failed to Run Mission

"*******. Your mouth could not change. It is only fitting that many want to tear it up" said one of them.

"If it changes, it is not Cakra Buana. Hemm, really? But in fact until now no one has been able to tear my mouth. You see, don't you, my mouth's still intact?" Cakra Buana deliberately gave a mockery to the three.

Those three people, were not random warriors. Surely the three of them are far above the swordsman who some time ago had clashed with Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman. At least one or two different levels.

But even so, Pendekar Maung Kulon did not feel daunted at all. Instead he feels happy because he can continue to hone his abilities. So too with Ling Zhi. He was already impatient to try the results of his training as long as Cakra Buana left.

But to act ahead, Ling Zhi certainly did not dare.

"Many mouths you're a demon …"

"Grush …"

A black beam as big as a hand shot towards the Buana Cakra. He easily avoided the attack. Once the first attack failed, the three of them immediately charged forward.

The fight is inevitable. For the three Kawasenan Kingdom warriors, it was better to die than to fail in the task this time. Because if it fails and he returns to the kingdom empty-handed, the result will be the same. Die.

The three warriors turned into a black shadow that moved swiftly. Without further ado, Cakra Buana and Ling Zhi immediately greeted the three.

Cakra Buana gets two opponents. While Ling Zhi was one opponent.

The three of them dared to look for trouble because the forest that is now the arena of this fight is quite far from the Kingdom of Tunggilis. It has been previously mentioned that Cakra Buana intends to teach Ling Zhi a science.

"Guard …"

"Guard …"

Two quick gliding blows target Cakra Buana's chest and abdomen. The blow was not an indiscriminate blow, because the energy flowed in large quantities.

Even before the opponent's hand arrived, the wind had already struck first. Andi said his opponent had low intelligence, once hit they could die.

But his opponent this time was Cakra Buana. A young warrior chooses a match. Maybe someday it will be without a match.

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

The Buana chakra moves the right hand towards the chest and the left hand towards the abdomen. Two punches he managed to fail smoothly. He retraced both attacks at once perfectly.

The attack failed again.

But the two opponents again hit Cakra Buana. This time their hands and feet moved. Eve death is getting worse. The dry leaves that were scattered, flying energy in the three warriors.

Meanwhile, Ling Zhi's fight went even more intense. As usual, the girl who was given the nickname Angel of Death Spreader due to the massacre she did while fighting with the disciples of Mount Waluh College, immediately fought with her famous fast and dangerous moves.

Without a doubt, the Death-Splitting Angel instantly unleashed all of its abilities. At first their fight was indeed balanced, but when Ling Zhi took it more seriously, the fight became one-sided.

At first glance it could be seen that Ling Zhi was at least one level above the opponent. Although it only differs one level, but seventy percent he can come out as a winner. As long as he doesn't make a mistake, even if a little.

"Guard …"

"Guard …"

Attack after attack. Each of them uses the advantages they have. Ling Zhi's hands moved nimbly. While the opponent looks a little stiff movement.

Hard against soft, who will win? Of course it can be expected that the soft ones will win. Because the rock is hard, can be perforated by soft rain water.

Ling Zhi kept moving. She was like a goddess of heaven dancing beautifully behind the storm of the opponent's attack. His movements are weak. Anyone who saw, would definitely think that Ling Zhi had no manpower. But actually, behind that tenderness there is a powerful inner energy.

"Dove turns the Hill …"

"Guard …"

Ling Zhi took out her nurse. It was moving faster like a pigeon. The opponent was made confused because Ling Zhi kept circling him.

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

But alas, an even more devastating attack soon came again unexpectedly before.

"Relope …"

Ling Zhi flicked both of her hands forward. A wave of bright red colored energy shot out from his palm. The light shot out as fast as a strong wind.

The opponent cannot escape. He was two steps late. Know-how, his body was stranded backwards hit a rock as big as a buffalo. No doubt, the stone was crushed and he himself was crushed. The opponent floundered for a while before the silence did not move anymore. Die.

Both opponents Cakra Buana have issued their weapons in the form of a machete. The ghast glittered under the dazzling sunlight of the eyes. The rays of the machete swipe struck in all directions.

The Cakra Buana is attacked from two different sides. But he didn't panic. With a smile, he throws.

Swordsman Maung Kulon jumped back and then walked into a tree trunk.

"Grush …"

He darted quickly relying on the power of encouragement from the footing earlier. His body slid like a needle out of a chopstick. Both hands he developed rather wide with the position of the right leg at the pull of the knee.

On the other hand the opponent is on standby. Their jaws are already on the hook. At any time, they are ready to cut down the Cakra Buana.

So close, the strike of the machete again flashed snatched. The wind felt sharp. It might even tear off clothes.

Cakra Buana is not afraid. He hardened his fingers until they were as hard as steel.

Tiger Finger.

Buana's chakra takes out his claw.

"Mr …"

"Cone …"

Two pieces of the machete was immediately broken into two parts. Both are shocked. Their eyes glared as if they were about to come out. The two jumped back and looked at each other.

The talisman that became an heirloom weapon and had accompanied them through the martial world for many years, could eventually be broken by a young swordsman.

They don't believe this incident. But how will you? It's real.

They're getting furious. His cleaver fracture was thrown towards Cakra Buana with the help of internal energy.

"Wuttt …",

The machete fracture was sliding rapidly in circles. According to them, it was impossible for Cakra Buana to avoid it.

Not in the nyana, Pendekar Maung Kulon actually did something surprising. He moved his hands like he was turning the water in a river.

Two broken cleavers stopped late in front of him. After that, Cakra Buana returns it to the opponent. Even faster than before.

"Guard …"

"Slhbb …"

"Crass …"

"Ahhh ..." off.

Two of his opponents were killed by their broken heirloom weapon earlier. One person was stabbed in the stomach until the cleaver left only the handle. Another one split his head and a machete stuck.

They screamed in pain before finally collapsing with blood.

Three warriors, commissioned by Prabu Ajiraga, eventually failed to carry out their mission.