Story of Maung Kulon

Two Tails of Tiger

The fight in the small kingdom was getting chaotic. The victims keep falling. The bodies of men are like sheep that starve to death. The later the night, the atmosphere is getting gripping. The fire is getting bigger. The heat of the fire, felt in all directions.

Ling Zhi was still searching for her opponent. That beautiful woman had actually turned into the Goddess of Death. All the soldiers who fought with him no one could survive death.

I don't know how many lives the soldier died at the end of the Flower Sword. Now, Ling Zhi was still running to look for her next target.

Before long, he was stopped by thirty more soldiers. Thirty soldiers were led by two swordsmen of select rank.

"It looks like your journey will end until sweet lady," said one of the warriors leading the talk to Ling Zhi.

"Hemm .. Is that really what you said?"

"of course. Do you think you're so good at taking out the lives of hundreds of soldiers? Hmmm …"

"of course. And you will be the next victim" Ling Zhi said excitedly.

Finished saying so, a pink-colored aura from Ling Zhi's body immediately came out. His eyes flashed sharply at the thirty-two people.

"Guard …"

Ling Zhi moved. His body slid down towards the opponent. The Flower Sword he had slashed to spread the sword air. Each saber of his sword emitted a fiery red light. In three slashes, three lives had already been lost.

Dozens of people then formed a line to block Ling Zhi. The silver glint dazzled the eyes. Ling Zhi gave a cold snort as she looked at their movements.

"You arresting me? It's far from enough" he said and then shot back.

"Grush …"

Silver rays began flying in the air. The metallic clash sounded deafening. Dozens of people attacked Ling Zhi simultaneously from all directions. Unfortunately it was not enough to hold Ling Zhi back.

The Angel of the Death Spreader took out his nurse.

He slapped the sword with a great inner direction of energy. Once a sabet, five heads rolled. Everyone shuddered in horror. He continued to smash the line.

But the opponent also did not want to give up. Although their colleagues have been many examples, but what can be done. Retreat is free. So determinedly, they kept trying to corner Ling Zhi.

The silver radiance was pounding Ling Zhi. All the attacks came like a great storm. Ling Zhi was caught in the storm of the attack.

But Ling Zhi was also not a weak female warrior.

He is the Angel of Death!

With a light movement, Ling Zhi was able to dodge all attacks. Although he had to work hard first, but eventually he could be safe without suffering any injuries.

"Cambodian Flower Dance …"

"Grush …"

Ling Zhi was already emotional. In the end, the moves from the Book of Seven Flower Steps, he took out. Unmitigated, the famous sixth style is very dangerous already out.

Things turned around in an instant. Ling Zhi was back in the wind. His body swiftly dodged and attacked. One by one, the human heads rolled exposed to the slashes of the Flower Sword.

Thirty soldiers, now only three people remain. Their guts were lost to the earth when they saw how Ling Zhi had fallen. Even their clothes had been a lot of splotches of his own partner's blood.

"Dead …"

"Guard …"

Ling Zhi flashed. The three warriors were unable to see Ling Zhi's movements. They only saw one longitudinal red light that came quickly with a thunder-like rumbling sound. In the next instant, the bodies of the three warriors had already collapsed onto the ground without heads.

The two warriors who were the leaders of the thirty warriors, were shocked to see the way Ling Zhi fought. They did not expect that a woman as beautiful as herself could be that cruel. According to the two, the Angel of Death Spreader was indeed really sadistic.

Ling Zhi smiled coldly at the two people.

"Your men have gone to hell. Next is your turn" he said with a meaningful smile.

Ling Zhi's smile which is usually charming and able to thrill men, has now changed the opposite. When he smiled, he was like a cruel demon. Moreover, plus some blood stuck to her beautiful face.

"Fuck your words. You think we're the same as those who don't handle a woman***** like you? Cihhh .. You're wrong" said one of the two.

"Either or not means nothing to me. All you need to know is that you will catch up with them soon" Ling Zhi replied.

"Shut your mouth woman ******!"

"Guard …"

The two of them attacked Ling Zhi simultaneously. Their bodies floated up while giving off a sword and spear thrust. His movements were quite nimble, yet it could all be avoided by Ling Zhi calmly.

Their fight continues. The three warriors were already within the death ray scroll. Eve sword and spear seeped out from the three.

On the other hand, the fight went on fiercely. The warriors led by Cakra Buana, blindly attack any opponent they encounter.

The night is getting late. The atmosphere is getting worse. I don't know how many lives have been lost in this place. All of them died defending what they thought was right.

Rays of the prowess of heirloom weapons and the rumbling sounds of each stance, were heard following each other. The cry to make the opponent's guts, echoed throughout the universe.

Every second there must be lives lost. Over a thousand royal soldiers have been killed. None of their deaths are calm. All die horribly.

Tonight's war deserves to be called a massacre. Both sides seem to be out of balance. The enemy has killed thousands. While on Cakra Buana's side, at most only ten people were victims.

This is natural, because as told earlier that the warriors who attack, almost all of them are swordsmen of the class choose a match.

A hundred warriors choose a match, nothing compared to a thousand warriors.

But these hundred warriors, there was nothing if they attacked a kingdom as big as Kawasenan Kingdom. Therefore, not all warriors intervene.

In the west, Cakra Buana was not much different from Ling Zhi. The warrior Maung Kulon had already killed many soldiers. No less than one hundred and fifty soldiers were victims of his violence.

The God Heirloom Sword had still not come out of the scabbard. But Cakra Buana is already capable of slaughtering human lives that much. What astonished the opponents the most was that they did not see any fatigue on Cakra Buana's face.

On the contrary, the more he killed the enemy, the more vicious his football looked. No one can survive the clutches of the Swordsman Maung Kulon.

Everyone feels jaded. Everyone shuddered at how easily he ended the enemy's life.

Ling Zhi and Cakra Buana appear as two tigers. They are crashing in all directions. Biting all opponents. And pounce on anyone they meet.