Story of Maung Kulon

The Four Perverted Datuk and the Dark Lord

Suddenly the air became stale. The sky became very cloudy. The sun disappeared from the earth. The thunderous sound of lightning horrified anyone. The ground shook violently and the wind blew fiercely.

"Hahaha .. what an interesting show. Hemm, what a sad drama. All his heroes were wounded, even one was dying .. hahaha," a voice filled with threats suddenly sounded in the ears of all the warriors.

"You're right, brother, how pathetic. Hemm, if I were one of them, of course I would not involve myself in the war" replied one of them.

'Who are they. The energy inside is very high. Very rarely there are warriors who have energy in such a high, ' the inner Prabu Katapangan who feel a little trepidation.

"No idea who these gentlemen are. But please show yourself so that we can all know," cried Cakra Buana as she channeled her inner strength.

"Hahaha .. good, fine. In order not to be called a coward or a ghost, now we will show ourselves" replied the voice without form.

Immediately, the wind again blew even louder than before. The dust billowing high covered the view of everyone the alley was there. No one really knows what happened.

But once the dust is gone, this time in front of them have stood five human figures with a sinister appearance.

The five figures are no longer young. It seemed like they were all around fifty years old and above.

The leftmost one was dressed in bright yellow. Her hair was tied with red silk. On his back were two crossed sword rods. His face was haunted with eyes poking sharply.

At his side was a short-bodied somewhat hunchback with shabby gray-colored clothes. Her hair was all white, as well as her eyebrows. At the back of her waist was a silver trident.

The far right one was dressed in purple, it seemed like he was the youngest among the other four. On his back was a one meter long spear. The spear eyes are shiny despite the cloudy weather.

At his side was a light green man. He was about fifty-five years old. He didn't carry a gun like the others. Only, both of his palms were blasphemous green. His body looked a bit strange and smelled a bit foul.

The middle one stood an old man in jet black clothes. His eyes are sharper than knives. No one dared to look into those eyes. He also did not carry any weapons. But there was a great power emanating from his body.

Everyone present there did not let out the slightest sound. All the fighting suddenly stopped. The arrival of these five people, really brought about another state of affairs.

A pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti stared at the five figures from top to bottom and vice versa. The two old figures felt his entire body tremble violently.

"You .." said Grandpa Sakti while pointing at the four people with trembling lips.

"Hahaha .. are you the old man Grandpa Sakti? Unexpectedly, we met again and it turns out that you still remember us despite the smell of the earth .. hahaha," said the person dressed in bright yellow with two swords on his back.

Cakra Buana and the others were astonished, because no one knew who these five people were.

"Grandfather, who are they?" ask Cakra Buana astonishment.

"Prince, do you still remember my story that says there are four black swordsmen who are nicknamed the Four Perverted Gods?"

"Well just so you know, the four of them are the people I mean," Grandpa Sakti said as he pointed back to the four.

"Degg ..." Cakra Buana's heart beats incoherently. He felt something else from them. Especially when his eyes looked at the person in the middle, Cakra Buana's heart was trembling as well. Cold sweat began to wash over his back.

But even so, he did not dare to show his trepidation to everyone. Instead, he tried to vent.

"Sorry, are these gentlemen the ones who earned the nickname the Four Heretical Gods?" asked Pendekar Maung Kulon to make sure.

"Hahaha, you're right young man. Let me introduce who we are. I am named the Twin Sword God, this is his name Spear God, this is the God of Poison Tread, this is the Silver Trident God, and another one of our almighty teachers," said the Twin Sword God introducing one-on-one of them.

"Nrou …"

The hearts of everyone who heard those names felt unsettled. No one is undaunted. Most of the warriors who felt his ability was still low, immediately ran off the ridge.

Those who feel they have enough intelligence, choose to stay there even though the heart feels very scared. The reason is because they already know, that soon a more exciting show than any show, will begin soon.

If compared, it felt like they would rather meet the demon king than meet these five people. Let alone twenty middle-class warriors, fifteen peer-selected warriors would not necessarily be able to defeat that group of people. Moreover, his master who got the nickname Dark Lord.

It is said that the ruler of the martial world for the last ten years was the Dark One himself. Grandfather Sakti once told Cakra Buana that the Dark Lord may only be compared to Eyang Rembang Mangkurat Mangku Jagat and Ki Wayang Rupa Sukma Saketi. But it's all still a possibility, not a certainty.

So you can imagine how blessed the old man was. Although his four disciples could still be defeated by one or two martial masters, still no one dared to fight with him. Because it is the same as bringing life. Winning from his students, not necessarily winning from his teacher.

Everyone is still silent. Even their bodies did not move. Breathing can only be slow. If there were a needle to fall, it would be heard because of the tense situation now.

"Sorry Twin Sword God, what is the purpose of coming here so that the master falls together?" ask Cakra Buana politely.

"Good boy. I have only met for the first time a young, highly capable swordsman but remain humble" replied the Dark Lord praising Cakra Buana sincerely.

"Maha teacher is too complimentary. The young me doesn't deserve compliments from people like you,"

"Hemm, look at you young man. Actually, our arrival here is not without purpose. We're here for something" said the Twin Spear God.

"If you may know, what do you mean?"

"Three legendary heirloom weapons. Including the Divine Heirloom Sword that is now in your hands," said the Twin Sword God.

"If you are willing to give it up sincerely, then we all feel very grateful to you," he said calmly.

"This .." Cakra Buana was silent for a moment, he did not continue his words. Even he glanced at all the people on his side as if asking for consideration.