Story of Maung Kulon

The Great War III

The sun has passed through the head. The war went on without pause. Today, hundreds of thousands of human lives have been lost. Blood floods are everywhere. The smell of water stings the nose from time to time.

Currently the Cakra Buana has also stopped using the powerful power of the Godly Heirloom Sword. Now the sword gave off its usual power, not as powerful as before. This is because the Cakra Buana does not want to spend all its energy.

Cakra Buana just realized, that the more he uses the power of the sword, the heavier it is to control it. Even he had almost lost control of the Godly Sword.

But even so, the heirloom sword still brings terrible air to anyone.

Now Cakra Buana is running among the corpses. He just stopped after being stopped by two dozen swordsmen choose a match. Their faces were clearly depicting a rage that could no longer be stirred.

Their eyes were as sharp as a knife. The Cakra of Buana itself stopped in the middle of looking at the twenty warriors. There was no trembling in his heart.

"You want to try to get in my way?" cakra Buana asked the twenty men.

"You're smart. But not only do we want to prevent you from going any further, but we will also take your life" said one of them.

"good. If you really feel capable, do it right now" said Cakra Buana.

Finished saying so, he took the stance of the horses. The Godly Heirloom Sword was tightly clasped in his right hand. The left hand holds the sword sheath. During this time, the Cakra Buana had never displayed all of her abilities and inner strength, but today, she intended to devote all of it.

The twenty warriors, upon hearing the last words of Cakra Buana, immediately prepared themselves to begin the fight. Dozens of weapons have been clutched on each swordsman. Eve kills the more thick it feels.

Without saying any more, the twenty warriors immediately moved to attack Cakra Buana.

They split into groups. The attacks came from all directions. Currently a flash of weapons was seen filling the sky. Their attacks are very fast, difficult to see ordinary eyes.

But Cakra Buana is not daunted even at the tip of the nail. He stood firm like a rock in the middle of the ocean. Not swayed by the waves that come crashing.

Same with Cakra Buana. Swordsman Maung Kulon did not falter even though the wave of attacks hit. Twenty flashes of all sorts of weapons had already arrived. Each swing of that weapon brought one death.

Cakra Buana moves the God's Heirloom Sword. With a lightning-fast motion snatching, the heirloom sword was able to withstand the lunge of the twenty weapons.

"City …"

"City …"

A loud clash sounded instantly. Twenty weapons, somehow, had now piled into one pile on top of the Godly Sword. All the warriors were shocked to see this incident.

How could their weapons be held back in just one buzz? Believe it or not, they must keep believing. Because that's the fact.

Dozens of such weapons were restrained for a while, the next second Cakra Buana snapped the Godly Sword. The pile of weapons was immediately divorced. Once again the Swordsman Maung Kulon flashed quickly.

His body of chelates quickly spread out all the opponents. Without responsibility, three moves he immediately deployed in one attack. Twenty warriors were increasingly stunned to see the ability of Cakra Buana to play the sword.

As much as possible they compensate for the movements of the Cakra Buana. All the abilities possessed have been issued by the twenty warriors. Their inner energy channeled into their respective heirlooms.

The clanking of metal sowed death. It causes fireworks that soar high into the sky. Cakra Buana is still moving. The sabetan and sword thrusts he radiated into each of his opponents.

A pitch-black smoke kept coming out of the heirloom. Twenty steps have passed. But the twenty warriors had not been able to injure Cakra Buana. What happened was instead, they began to be overwhelmed in the face of the rain of attacks given by Cakra Buana.

Three of the twenty warriors had been injured by the God Heirloom Sword in the arms and thighs. They groaned withstanding the immeasurable pain. The God Heirloom Sword was famous as well with its sharpness, anyone who was scratched by it, would not be able to withstand the pain felt.

The faces of the three warriors were currently turning pale like corpses. Their bodies were immediately slammed. If told to choose, the three would definitely choose to run away from the fight. But unfortunately they can't do it. Especially when faced with a war like this.

Escape from war is a very lowly act. Probably lower than a coward.

Therefore, with all their might they attacked Cakra Buana back with their respective weapons.

Cakra Buana saw that these three enemies were desperate, and this opportunity was not wasted. His body flashed under the weapon, he instantly gave a puncture and incision very quickly.

"So.t …"

"Srett "

"Swbb …"

Three times the Godly Sword moved, the three swordsman's lives instantly floated out of the body. Two were hit, one was hit by a stab.

Seventeen of their comrades were dumbfounded with their mouths slightly open. Not understanding how Cakra Buana did it, knowing that three of his comrades were dead. Though they also understood very well that the dead were warriors who had enough names in the martial world.

But this time in the presence of Cakra Buana, they were nothing.

"******* … You must avenge the death of my colleague" said one of them.

After saying, he again lunged at Cakra Buana with his weapon in the form of a short spear. The spear glittered under the sunlight. His man vanished into a spear beam.

The strike pierced as fast as the wind. His movements were followed by other warriors. Seventeen attacks ready to pound Cakra Buana.

But the one who wants to be attacked still stands without fear. Cakra Buana did not want to waste his time, he also moved to welcome all attacks. The God Heirloom Sword he shakes the ends.

The sword instantly flashed looking for a target. Puncture and sabre are launched Cakra Buana. Each movement of his sword, carried a swarm of extremely powerful assassins.

Shouts for the sake of shouting continued to be heard. The clash of weapons and inner manpower continued throughout the course of the fight.

On the other hand, the fight went equally tense. Each warrior from both sides, fought to win their fight. All the terrible moves out. The magic canuragan science, one by one launched by each swordsman.

The war is getting worse. Both sides are trying to beat their opponents. No one wants to give up on those people. For the sake of a victory, they are ready to do anything.

It is now the fight of the warriors that dominates. It became more frightening than before. The pressure of all opposing styles is felt by everyone.

Time goes on, but the war is still not over.