Story of Maung Kulon

The Great War V

The Thousand-Hand Swordsman attacked five of his opponents. His manager contained a huge inner power, he was like gaining a power of double.

His five opponents felt more pressure. All of their attacks could be repelled by a swordsman, even without any weapons. On the contrary, even though their weapons were smeared in all directions, it still could not hit the body of the Thousand Swordsman.

The man was agile like an ape and more slippery than an eel. One chance, there was a sword that managed to hit his back hard. The five opponents were already one hundred percent certain that he would be killed or at least severely injured because the attack was carried out with all his might.

But who would have thought, precisely their belief disappeared instantly when they saw reality. The back that had been struck by the sword, was still intact without being injured in the least. Never mind having a scratch, even his own clothes do not experience tearing even though the tip of the nail.

Instantly also their guts became shrivelled. The five new warriors realized how high the Thousand Hand Swordsman was.

Actually a moment ago, the Thousand Hand Swordsman took out Ajian Bandung Bondowoso. Where the user will be immune to all sharp weapons. If it has reached the perfect level, then the user can subdue various genies to become his assistant.

And that is what makes the Thousand Hand Swordsman can not be injured when hit by the sword earlier. That was also the reason why his strength had doubled. One time his punch was as heavy as one mountain. The wind produced seemed to be able to blow away the trees.

The five opponents increasingly shuddered his heart. They decided to issue all of their powers to match the wisdom of the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

His five opponents attacked back from all sides. Five moving heirloom weapons carried him. The sound of the weapon sounded so terrible. But the Thousand-handed Swordsman still remained calm without fear.

His body continued to deliver a series of attacks under the flash of a weapon. Both of his hands were on a hard fist until his veins protruded. He snapped loudly, the next second the two hands were already grasping the five heirloom weapons of the opponent.

"Relope …"

"Cone …"

Somehow, the five guns broke into two pieces. Not only that, the Thousand Hand Swordsman continued his attack to hit an important part of the opponent's body.

His punch was as heavy as a mountain, so that one punch was enough to knock an opponent to five steps. They complain of enduring countless pains. Cold sweat drenches the clothes.

The Thousand Hand Swordsman smiled coldly to his five opponents. He stepped slowly while gathering strength within, intending to end this fight.

"Hell Hand of a Thousand Shadows …"

"Grush …"

The air there instantly changed drastically. What was once hot, now feels several times hotter. The five opponents increasingly felt unable to face the anger of the Thousand Hand Swordsman.

Now they don't feel like they are in the world. But they feel like they are in hell. The heat they have never felt in their entire life. Even to the extent that some of their clothes smell charred.

The incident when fighting against the Kawasenan Kingdom swordsman while in the forest repeated again. Where at that time the Thousand Hand Swordsman took out this stance to end his fight. Same thing is happening now.

When his five opponents had already stood back up, he shot out as fast as lightning. His right hand he pulled back. The right leg is on the upper side of the left knee. His body was sliding.

In just one blink of an eye, he arrived before all the opponents. Not yet they had time to give a match, the Thousand Swordsman had already launched his death row.

"Grand …"

The Thousand Hand Swordsman did not immediately look for other targets, he took a cross-legged position first to gather energy in.

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The battle between Cakra Buana and seventeen warriors has already lasted more than sixty. Both sides are equally strong. The strongest moves of his seventeen opponents had already come out coloring the life and death battle.

But the Cakra Buana can still survive under the onslaught of the magician.

Flashes of the Godly Heirloom Sword flashed in all directions. The body of the Buana Cakra turned into a white shadow that danced under the storm of attack. Scuffles by snapping rang out, Cakra Buana whirled his sword.

The sword moved piercing into one opponent. So close, the God Heirloom Sword changed its movements. If it was a stab, now it's a sabetage. If the target was only one, now it becomes three at once.

The change in motion happened very briefly. So that their opponents were unable to guess. Dodging was too late because Cakra Buana had already begun to launch its attacks.

As a result, the Godly Heirloom Sword managed to tear their skin at the chest. The tear is quite long, from the left side of the chest to the right side of the chest. Without needing to explain again, the three of them certainly immediately collapsed to the ground.

The Cakra Buana does not stop there. The God Heirloom Sword continued to play. The longer the faster. Until at one time, Cakra Buana shouted loudly. His voice rattled the joy of all the warriors.

"The Wrath of the God …"

"Grush …"

The last move of the Book of Gods Playing Sword finally came out as well. An even more terrifying sight would happen in a moment.

The opponent, now numbering seventeen, felt increasingly afraid to fight against Cakra Buana. Although they are select class warriors, but in the presence of Cakra Buana all it is like nothing.

The movements of the Godly Sword were becoming increasingly invisible. All that seemed was a small black shadow moving in all directions. The body of Cakra Buana is encased in its own nurse.

The power that came out was five times greater. All opponents feel increasingly depressed. Never mind to fight with all your might, even standing up properly feels very difficult. Their bodies are shaking violently. Cold sweat the size of soy bean seeds began to sprinkle from their eyebrows.

In just twenty breaths, the Cakra Buana is far above the wind. All the attacks of the opponent no one could deter him. The weapon broke into two pieces.

If using a weapon is meaningless, what if you do not use a weapon?

The next ten breaths, the Godly Sword had taken its toll back. Five warriors died at the same time.

Cakra Buana does not stop giving rain attacks. The Murka of the God is indeed very powerful. In just an instant, the nine warriors had met their end.

No one knows how Cakra Buana does it. Clearly, twenty warriors had turned into meaningless corpses.

The all-white youth stopped attacking after all his opponents were killed horribly. Blood still continued to drip from the heirloom sword. The body of Cakra Buana was no longer clean, its entire body was filled with sweat mixed with blood.

He smiled coldly before finally darting off in search of his next victim.