Story of Maung Kulon

The Great War XIII

Finished saying so, Prabu Katapangan then threw the Batara God Scepter high up. The wand shot through the horizon.

Before long, he then retracted the Arrow of Raden Arjuna. His bowstring he pulled with all his might so as to give rise to a tremendous force.

"The Land of the Amorous King …"

"Grush …"

The bowstring is released. A striking red light shot out filled the sky. The rain of arrows immediately coalesced into a whirlwind of typhoons then shot forth welcoming the mighty attack of Crazy Ape.

The two upper-level moves met giving rise to thunderous sounds that boomed in the ears of all the warriors. The two powerful humans retreated six steps back each.

Fresh blood immediately came out a lot from the mouth of the Mad Ape. It turns out that the Arrow of Asmara King belonging to Prabu Katapangan managed to penetrate his left chest. He immediately fell down while pulling out an arrow.

While Prabu Katapangan was hit by a powerful wind from the stick belonging to the Mad Ape. Her right arm was burnt. The hand itself felt paralyzed.

They stayed in position for a while. In the next second, the two warriors had already charged back at each other. With the wounds already painted on each other's bodies, both of them were even more ferocious.

Prabu Katapangan looks like a male lion with ferocity. While the Mad Ape certainly looks like an ape that defends its territory. The two fought back with empty hands.

The clashing of hands and feet continued to sound. Sometimes they both fight in the air. Through the twenty moves, they seemed exhausted from each other.

"It's not in vain that you get the title of grandfather of the green jungle. I admit that your power is indeed terrible," said Prabu Katapangan praise Kera Gila.

"Hahaha, thanks for the prabu compliment. You also fit perfectly into your position. Because your strength is far above average," said Kera Gila to praise Prabu Katapangan.

"Then, we'll finish this fight right now,"

"good. We'll see who survives" said Mad Ape.

The two began to gather energy in return. Crazy Monkey Body why red smoldering like blazing hellfire. Prabu Katapangan began to pull out his death. The two hands let out a dark green glow, even though one hand was injured, it was not a big deal.

"Red Feather Ape Salts …"

"Two Dragons Struggling the Mountain …"

"Murin …"

Both of them flew towards the opponent. They met in the middle then each dealt his final blow.

"Godavin …"

Shock waves hit the entire arena. The two warriors bounced back rolling until they crashed into several soldiers. The Mad Ape spewed out quite a lot of fresh blood. His clothes are burning. Before long, he died horribly.

Prabu Katapangan himself received severe injuries. His bones crumpled so he found it difficult to get up.

On the other hand the Nine Lives King's fight against the Crow Bodas and the White Starling had already lasted for fifty more moves. The bodies of two brothers and sisters were not lightly injured.

But not only both, because the King of Nine Lives also experienced the same thing. The foe's sword and fan filled his entire body. The bloodstains had dried up mixed with his red clothes.

Currently the two are still fighting fiercely with their moves. The Crow Bodas and the White Starling attacked from the opposite direction. Right side and left side.

Although both of them were injured and the attack movement slowed down a little, but in fact the two old figures were still able to make the opponent in a precarious position.

The swirling cold wind continued to threaten him endlessly. His body was leaning backwards as the sword belonging to the Crow Bodas was intending to snatch his neck. But when the attack was not completed, the opponent had changed back the direction of his attack.

The sword was precisely targeting his heart with death stabs. The tip of the sword seemed to tremble and continued to chase after him.

But the Nine Lives King was one of the grandfathers of the green jungle, of course he would not easily die just like that. With a quick movement, he twisted his body so that it was already right behind the body of the Crow Bodas.

Both of his hands were raised and in the remaining inner energy flow.

"Nrank …"

One site attack hit the back of the Crow Bodas. Unavoidably, he immediately fell down then from his mouth spouted fresh blood.

Seeing his brother fall down, White Starling's anger again tempered. Like an eagle, he stomped his feet on the ground, spreading out his hands.

The fan that became his stealth weapon had opened wide in his right hand. So close, he swung the fan. From the swing it produced a series of fierce winds forming a vortex.

A little too late to avoid, it was certain that the Nine Lives King would definitely die instantly. But who would have thought, in that precarious state, he twitched to the right and then swung his hand from the bottom to the top eyeing the heart.

White starling is not a bitch. To avoid it is too late. The counterattack of the opponent half-inclined again hit his heart.

But the White Starling did not tremble in the slightest. He had already accepted the risk he would accept, the old man closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down.

"So.t …"

"Nurus …"

A clenched voice suddenly sounded. Everyone who witnessed this was shocked. White Starling was surprised because the opponent's attack did not come. He opened his eyes and it turned out that the Nine Lives King had been slit in the throat.

As fast as lightning he balanced his body so that it could land smoothly.

As it turned out, when the King of Nine Lives poured all his mind and energy into killing White Starling, he, unexpectedly from the right looks as bright as a pink shadow that immediately drew his sword then slit the green grandfather's neck.

Ling Zhi's!

None other than, who had killed the Nine Lives King with an unexpected move was indeed the girl. Fresh blood was still pouring from the tip of his sword.

All of this happened very quickly. Everyone feels the same tension.

"Thank you Ling Zhi. You saved the old man's life" said White Starling with a gasp of breath.

"It was supposed to be like that White Starling's grandfather. Sorry I'm a little late" he said.

White Starling only smiled, she then meditated to recover the inner energy. Not long after, Raden Kalachakra Mangkubumi, the Thousand Swordsman, and a Pair of Grandfathers and Grandmother Sakti arrived there.

None of the clothes were clean. Everything was met by blood stains that started to dry up. Their breaths were equally stingy.

At such a time, the Cakra Buana had just finished its meditation. He immediately approached the warriors.

The war will soon be over. The battles of the warriors were more than partially completed. Victory for the Kingdom of Tunggilis is in sight.

After a cup of tea, they finished meditating. Now everyone is excited and ready to continue the struggle that will reach the top. Who would have thought, at a time like that something that had never been imagined happened.