Story of Maung Kulon

The Wingit Pigeon College

The jolt was already flashing from the right side. The recitation leads right to the back of Cakra Buana. Silver light glistened in the middle of the forest.

Cakra Buana is not a shrewd swordsman. When he felt the cold wind, the young man was ready.

As the machete was about to arrive at his back, Cakra Buana was already pulling itself to the left side. Sabetan machete failed, the old man looked increasingly riled up.

With a loud bang, he again attacked Pendekar Maung Kulon. His poke and sabetage were very powerful and dangerous.

The old man looked deft in playing his cleaver. It seems he is good at playing machete. The old man continued to hunt Cakra Buana. His movements are getting longer and more agile.

The silver rays continued to sparkle under the dark of the night. Cakra Buana still looked calm. For some time he has not given a fight because he wants to understand first where the opponent's ability.

Six steps have passed. Seeing that all his attacks had failed, the old swordsman grew furious. He snapped louder and then his body darted through the kembai Cakra Buana.

The machete flashed right in front of Cakra Buana's face. The young man pulled his head slightly so that the opponent's attack again failed. But just as the old man already knew that his attack was not successful, therefore when his guess was right, he again changed his attacking style.

Golok changed target. This time it went down to the right side. When he was almost there, his target changed. Cakra Buana began to be confused because all the opponent's attacks are just a trick.

It was at such a time that the old man found a gap. He jumped up and then pointed his machete at the neck. Getting such an attack, Cakra Buana lowered his head.

But baby, again it's just a trick. Because the real target is the back.

"So …".

The sound of torn cloth rang out splitting the night. It was fortunate that the young man quickly dodged the attack, so the one that was torn was only the cloth. Not with his skin.

The fight stopped for a moment. The two warriors were faced with a deep sense of vengeance. Both their eyes looked at.

In view of this fact, inevitably each of them must admit that the opponent faced now has a balanced strength.

Cakra Buana who realized that the person was not an easy opponent, he decided to pull out his sword.

"Mirgin …"

The sword has come out. From the sword rod gave off a deep blue light.

The Life-Defining Sword.

From the name alone it was clear, if he said he had pulled the sword, it was certain that this fight would be finished if anyone died between the two.

The two men still did not move. All are silent in silence. But in the old swordsman's heart, he was quite surprised as well when he saw the light coming out of the sword.

There was no sense of trepidation coming from inside him. He began to believe that the swordsman who became his opponent now was not an arbitrary swordsman.

"Let's solve this problem immediately" Cakra Buana said in a cold tone.

"good. Faster, better. I want to know where the ability of people like you is" said the old swordsman while trying to eliminate the feeling of trepidation.

"Instead, I also want to see how death moves from a rotten old man like you," Cakra Buana said provoking the opponent's emotions.

The beam of the machete again looks to split the air. The movements that the old man made were more powerful than ever. The moves that come out are getting more and more terrible.

Cakra Buana did not want to waste any longer. The Life-Drawn Sword he had shaken. At a glance the sword was like it had turned into several pieces. His dark blue light radiated through the air of death.

He's moving. Flexible and calculating movements mature. The sword flashed through the opponent's attack. Two heirloom weapons collided in the middle of the road.

Both warriors bounced two steps. Once they got into position, they again charged forward again. Buana's chakra slashed with its mighty power. The old swordsman did not want to lose, he channeled his inner strength into his navel.

"Trangg ..." The sparks look beautiful.

The old man was shocked because his hands felt tingling and pain up to the elbow.

Seeing this good opportunity, Cakra Buana did not waste it. He immediately gave a follow-up attack in the form of a sabetage and a stab of death. Once in motion, two terrible moves had already come out.

His sword continues to hunt wherever the enemy goes. The Lifeless Sword looked like it had its own eyes. Every sabetan and its prick makes the opponent guts ciut.

The old warrior does not want to lose. His style moves with his deadly moves. The fight started to go on.

Both warriors began to roll out the terrible moves they had. Flashes of sword light and cleaver began to fuse together in one move. As time went on, the movements of the two people grew faster and more powerful.

Upon entering the twenty-third stage, the old swordsman began to be desperate. All the moves he took out through his navel machete were broken in the middle of the road due to the Life-Pursuing Sword. The sword continued to flutter without stopping. The longer the sword stick seemed to be gone.

All it looks like is a flash of blue radiating to pose a death threat.

Looking at the opponent's state, Cakra Buana further accelerated his attack. Right at the thirty-first rank, the Life-Pursuing Sword managed to give an elongated tear wound to the old swordsman's thigh.

He immediately fell down resting on his machete. Fresh blood immediately spurted out.

Seeing this, Cakra Buana immediately sheathed back his sword. After that he immediately shot out a few paths of the old swordsman's blood.

Totokan is no ordinary totokan. Because the totokan launched by Cakra Buana is able to destroy the science of opposing silat.

Once hit by the tootokan, the old man instantly collapsed to the ground. His body was currently nothing more than a cotton swab exposed to water. Let alone to run away, to stand even he had to work hard.

In the future, he is no different from the people in general.

For the warriors, this was more sinister than death. The knowledge they have trained for decades, must be told in the blink of an eye.

Cakra Buana also took four other people. For some time, he would remain asleep like a dead man.

"This time I made an exception not to kill you. But you have to come with me to Wingit's Pigeon School. What you do, then you must dare to be accounted for," said Cakra Buana and then took care of the old man.

The old man just kept quiet. There's no word he said. Even the energy felt completely gone. If his power were still there, he would have preferred to commit suicide. Unfortunately, it was just an empty dream.

Cakra Buana had started heading to the Wingit Pigeon School while still carrying the old man. With the science of lightening his great body, it didn't take long to get to that college.