Story of Maung Kulon

Sukma

All the officers agreed. Undeniably, those people praised the cleverness of Crow Bodas. Very rarely is there anyone as smart as him.

After he finished explaining his plan, the Bodas Crow immediately returned to its original place. Prabu Katapangan stood up and spoke briefly to close the event.

In the afternoon, the show was completely finished. Before leaving the palace, they again held a meal together. After that, each of the warriors was given a little supply by Prabu Katapangan. At least to eat them.

Hundreds of the warriors immediately dispersed. From afar, it looks like a bull horde.

Once out of the gate of the Royal Palace, the two hundred and fifty more warriors immediately dispersed in all directions. Instructions ordered by the Crow Bodas, they immediately carried out that day.

They knew, if not now, then an opportunity like this would not come again. Therefore, the warriors did not want to procrastinate anymore.

Great war is inevitable. The two civil empires will soon meet on the battlefield in order to achieve their respective goals.

One to maintain power. One to achieve well-being.

Human ... human.

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It was morning again, the situation of the Kawasenan Kingdom was very different like a normal day. Currently in the main room of the kingdom, there had gathered thirty swordsmen of the pick match class. They were part of the warriors who worked for the Kawasenan Kingdom.

Telik cipher which yesterday got the task to ask for help to the warriors, has come to give a report. He said that the meeting will be held later tonight.

The meeting will take place in the main courtyard of Kawasenan Kingdom. Therefore, various preparations began to be prepared for daydreaming later tonight. According to the password, the warriors who will be present will be no less than three hundred people.

These warriors come from different regions. Even as told earlier, not a few of them also came from the land of Java.

Either they are purely helpful intentions, or in the lure of rewards. Or also because you want to find the existence of the God's Heirloom Sword. Remembering that heirloom sword was extremely electrifying to the martial world even to this day.

Not a few of them are willing to risk their lives just for an heirloom sword.

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It's already night time. In the courtyard of the Kawasenan Kingdom had gathered hundreds of warriors. They were standing listening to Prabu Ajiraga speak.

The king spoke of intentions and so forth in the presence of hundreds of warriors. Not to forget also he added 'spices' to all his words to make it feel better. Given that the king is a reliable 'chef.

By midnight, the big gathering was over. They immediately dispersed themselves. Out of nowhere, the clear atmosphere in the courtyard became quiet like a grave.

On a lonely forest road, ten warriors dressed in all black were walking under the darkness of the night. Because the atmosphere is dark, their presence is sometimes not clearly visible.

But all that does not reduce the sharpness of a pair of eyes that are lurking behind the trunk of a large tree.

That guy's been there since. He was deliberately waiting for the arrival of these warriors. In view of his calm, it was clear that he was very high-science.

The clothes are white. In the darkness his eyes poked sharply like the eyes of a ferocious tiger. His hair was shoulder-length with a handsome and dashing face despite being covered in a carved wooden mask. On his back, there was a sword wrapped in white cloth.

Buana's chakra!

That person was indeed him, the Swordsman Maung Kulon. If not him, who else?

In general, the science of making friends can only be used to fight or make supernatural trips. Rarely can anyone do it like real, but that doesn't mean no one can.

For those warriors who have reached the class of choosing a match to the top, he can reap the joy like making a real trip. Only, it's very risky. In fact, it is not uncommon to end up dead if the warrior fortress is less sturdy.

If he says he finds a higher-level opponent, then he will be sure his tribe will die along with his body.

For this reason, it is rare for anyone to use something like this. No one wants to risk that high, except Cakra Buana.

But he also knows himself, Cakra Buana is looking for opponents whose knowledge is far below himself. So that he can reduce all the risks.

Currently he was still keeping an eye on those ten people. Once the distance was close, Cakra Buana suddenly jumped out from his hiding place.

That made ten warriors surprised. Hurriedly they formed a circle and tightly confined the Cakra Buana.

The murderous Eve felt thick there. The eyes of those people stared hatefully. Black clothes, in the woods, under the dark night. They look exactly like demons.

"Who are you?" ask them to Cakra Buana.

"I? I'm the angel of death who will take your lives .." he said and made preparations for the fight.

The anger of the ten warriors instantly exploded after hearing the words of Cakra Buana. Without many more words, in unison they advanced in attack.

Each of his weapons was immediately taken out. The glint of the machete rod and sword glinted in the moonlight. A cold wind swept the surrounding area. Ten people flashed quickly and regularly.

Ten strikes came together like a storm. Buana's chakra was surrounded under the rays of that sharp weapon. But calmly he faced everything.

His body moved drifting backwards with the science of lightening the body. As soon as he got out of the gun cage, his legs moved back. It revolves around all opponents, its hands gripping and hitting at various dangerous points on the opponent's body.

Lightly movement. Under the darkness, his white clothes seemed to give off light. He is like a subtle spirit. His body darted to and fro lightly. Every time he moved, his hand hit the target.

The fight just went on for a while. But the ten warriors were unable to do anything. It was as if they were actually fighting against the ethereal spirits. Attack using a weapon, as if penetrating the opponent's body. It has absolutely no effect.

Cold sweat started dripping from his eyebrows down to the ground. Their bodies are shaking. It felt like just this time finding such a shrewd opponent like now.

Ten steps have passed. Buana's chakra is getting on the wind. He was like a god, his body floated up and down beautifully without making the slightest sound like a cotton swab.

The fight is getting more and more exciting. The clangs of metal clashing continued to be heard, but not clashed with the opponent. Except with their own friends.

In the next instant, Cakra Buana took a ruthless action. Both of his hands in the flow of energy in large, after gathering, he stomped it towards the ten warriors.

"Grush …"

"Grand …"

A small explosion sounded. Once a deadly attack, they were instantly killed.

Actually, the ten warriors had a decent amount of strength. It's just that, all of it is still not enough to rival Swordsman Maung Kulon.

After the opponent was killed, Cakra Buana immediately returned to his place of origin. His body suddenly disappeared from the forest.