Story of Maung Kulon

The Great War VIII

After all his opponents were killed, Raden Kalacaka Mangkubumi immediately went from there. He is still looking for his next opponent. I don't know who will get the next turn, which is clear if he thinks it's appropriate, then he will challenge him to a fight.

The sun is moving west. The heat is now more intense than ever before. The breeze of the wind cooled the anger of the warriors who were still fighting.

So far, the Tunggilis Kingdom has dominated the fight. Although their soldiers are only a quarter of the rest, but it is still meningan than the Kawasenan Kingdom soldiers who now live only a few thousand.

In the warriors who helped from all directions, more mending Kingdom Tunggilis than Kawasenan Kingdom.

If the situation continues like this, it is certain that by nightfall, this war will soon end and victory will be achieved by the Kingdom of Tunggilis. But it's all just a prediction, because we'll never know what happens next.

In any case, real life is no exception. As humans we can only hope, and predict without being able to provide certainty. The task of man is to try and plan, not to make sure.

This war is getting more and more terrifying. There are more and more victims. The sky was constantly filled with various lights from various high-level studies.

The sound of the beast was defeated by the sound of the clash of weapons and the loud clashing of the warriors. The fragrant smell of the blossoming flowers, lost to the fishy smell of blood that began to dry. Cold air, defeated by the death that continues to haunt everyone who is there.

None of their souls are calm. Everyone feels tension. Because every second, it could be their turn to go to the afterlife.

In the midst of the war, two very brave men stood. Their bodies are both strong and sturdy. His face was just as handsome even though they were not young anymore.

Her clothes were equally luxurious coated in a fine silk fabric. The trinkets they wear make anyone feel at home looking for a long time.

None other than and not, both are Prabu Ajiraga Wijaya Kusuma and Prabu Katapangan Kresna. Two human figures who both have great influence in the Land of Pasundan.

They are dealing with mixed feelings. There is fear, revenge, and so on. Their luxurious clothes fluttered gracefully exposed to the cold wind.

In their hands are both heirloom weapons that are the snatch of everyone. The heirloom was tightly grasped as if afraid of being blown away by the strong wind.

"Ajiraga, let's solve this long-buried problem. I represent Prabu Bambang Sukma Saketi, today I will demand a reply to you," said Prabu Katapangan with his dashing voice.

"Hahaha .. The field, the field. You are a very loyal person. I praise you sincerely. Fine, fine. If that's what you want, I'll serve it. I will also avenge my father's death. Hemm, but actually this is not accurate. I should have fought with that young man" replied Prabu Ajiraga.

"Good if you want. I'm glad to hear that. Let it be, if you're destined to fight him, he'll come here. But before that, let me fight you first,"

"Okay, good suggestion. I have long harbored my power. If I die before that young man comes, that's okay. You still have blood ties to him. I would love to die at the hands of one of you" Prabu Ajiraga said sincerely.

"certain. I am the same as you. I will face Sang Hyang Widhi with a smile if you can kill me. But I think it's very difficult to determine who will survive between us,"

"Only a real fight will answer. We'll do it immediately. I can't wait anymore" said Prabu Ajiraga.

"alright. I'm the same. We start now. Get ready," said Prabu Katapangan with a fiery spirit.

A look like that sounds funny. Two people who have become sworn enemies, can finally talk openly in the time leading up to the fight. But such is the martial world, the warriors who have almost reached the perfect level, will first say a word or two before starting the fight.

Currently both Prabu Ajiraga Wijaya Kusuma and Prabu Katapangan Kresna are both gathering energy in them. A short while later, a thin red light shot out from the body of the King of Kawasenan Kingdom. While from the body of the King of Tunggilis Kingdom, out came a slightly dazzling yellow gold beam.

The most anticipated fight is about to happen. Of all the previous fights, it was probably this two kings fight that everyone was waiting for there.

"Murin …"

"Murin …"

Two majestic shadow figures shot out as fast as the blink of an eye simultaneously.

"City …"

A violent clash happened. Raden Arjuna's arrow collides with Batara God's Scepter. The sparks soared high into the air and vanished in the wind. The two kings were still in the air with heirlooms attached.

In the next instant, they had already landed on the ground and started to launch an attack. Sabetan and sodokan appear to give rise to bright light. Prabu Katapangan's arrows flashed from right to left. Prabu Ajiraga's wand poked from top to bottom.

This battle even though it had only been running for a moment, but it had been able to attract everyone's attention. Unknowingly, the other fight stopped for a while. They were both glued to watch the king fight.

Prabu Frogs jump backwards taking distance. He pulled the bowstring and let go. Instantly out hundreds of arrows that shot as fast as lightning towards Prabu Ajiraga.

The King of Kawasenan Kingdom smiled with satisfaction. "Good move" he praised sincerely.

The next second was swung by the rod. Once swinging, a huge wind gust was created hitting hundreds of arrows earlier. Some of the arrows bounced back, some continued to dart towards him.

Prabu Ajiraga then plays Batara God's Scepter withstanding all the arrows. A golden yellow beam radiated each time his staff was moved. The next five moves, all the arrows were successfully held all by Prabu Ajiraga.

If Prabu Katapangan attacked first, this time it was Prabu Ajiraga's turn.

"Thank you my first attack this is a field of fire" cried Prabu Ajiraga. His voice boomed like thunder, the people around him trembled when they heard that voice.

"Grush …"

The first attack came. Batara God Scepter he swung from the right side to the left until several times. This is the style of Kibasan Dewa Batara. Each time he was able to fly a mountain. You can imagine how powerful the energy contained within it was.

Prabu Katapangan is getting serious. Raden Arjuna's arrow he's playing. Because the arrow was hard, so he could hold yes with the arrow bar. The back clash was heard several times, Prabu Katapangan was jolted a few steps back because his strength lost a little with the opponent's power.

"Relope …"

Prabu Katapangan. His feet tried to sweep both feet of Prabu Ajiraga. For a moment the opponent is confused, if pulled then the attack fails, but if continued, automatically his legs will be hit by the opponent's sweep.

In the end Prabu Ajiraga retracted his attack. He decided to save both of his legs.