Story of Maung Kulon

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At the Wingit Pigeon School, all the disciples had gathered in the middle of a fairly wide courtyard. They were no less than thirty-five. Including three teachers and one master teacher.

The person who had been found in the forest and allegedly was one of the teachers at the college had arrived. The Thousand Hand Swordsman was unable to catch up to him.

Because of that, maybe he directly reported to all the college people about the arrival of the Thousand Swordsman. So as a result, the people who were there now surrounded the all-black man.

All sorts of weapons were already clutched tightly in their hands. Just waiting for the order from the teacher, then all the students will definitely move forward.

But for a while, their teacher still had not given the order. While the Thousand Hands Swordsman only looked at the disciples that surrounded him. He didn't feel scared at all.

Even in the midst of the crowd, the Thousand Hand Swordsman was still able to smile.

Smiling can sometimes reduce anxiety.

"Eyang Guru Mixasun .." said the all-black man saluting.

"Rampes .." the answer is bland.

"I'm sorry I dared to come here again. Because I want to clean up the slander that was directed at me" he said calmly.

"What evidence do you have? Isn't everything clear? No need for you to explain anymore, better give your worthless life, "snaps the man who allegedly committed treason.

"Sumba, you shut up. Let him talk" said the master, reprimanding his student, whose real name is Sumba.

He looked annoyed, but did not say anything further.

"What do you want to talk about?" ask the great teacher.

"I just want to say that my best friend's death was not my doing. And most importantly, this person who slandered me actually had even more foul intentions. He killed because he was probably afraid his plan would be exposed. Because my visit here, it was about the betrayal. Unexpectedly, the person I meant eavesdropped on my conversation. So he killed and threw charges at me without basis,"

"Who do you mean?"

"Sumbanese. Disciple Eyang Guru," said the Thousand Hand Swordsman.

The old man called the Teacher Eyang glanced briefly at his disciple. While the glimpsed, now it is actually angry.

"What do you mean, heh? What evidence do you have? If you just talk, anyone can do it. If you don't like me, just talk frankly. Done," said the man named Sumba in a high tone.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman still remained calm. He did not even listen to the chatter at all.

"I'm sure Eyang Guru is wise. Please see who is right and who is wrong. I mean well, all this for the sake of college and also for the sake of clearing my own name,"

"If you said Sumba was the one who betrayed college. On what basis did he do it? Anyway, do you have any solid evidence?" ask the Teacher.

"Honestly, I was on my way here with a friend. But when I arrived in the woods, I found there were delicious strangers. And after my best friend investigated, it turned out that Sumba was among those people. He's planning something,"

"What are they planning?"

"They plan to seize the Book of Jam Selayang Jagad belonging to the Wingit Pigeon Academy through the hands of Sumba. In addition, even Sumba gets another assignment, he is told to give poison in the food that the teachers will eat," the Thousand-handed Swordsman said.

Si Eyang Master glanced at his disciple again. And again, Sumba shouted furiously. Even he chided maki with a rude remark.

"If the Master does not believe. Please check his pockets, "he said.

"Labour. You've gone too far to accuse me," snapped Sumba and then suddenly he came forward against the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

Seeing that the person who slandered him attacked, the man named Lingga was not afraid at all. Instead he gave a mocking smile.

The attack that came in the form of a hard and terrible blow. But the one who was attacked was still silent like a statue.

As the attack was about to arrive, the Thousand Swordsman instantly raised both of his hands to fend off.

The four-handed clash sounded loud. Sumba bounced two steps. He felt both his hands crazily and numb.

While the Thousand Hands Swordsman still stood. His feet did not shift even a moment.

Realizing that his opponent was stronger, Sumba then took out his manager. The incoming attack felt like it was carrying a cold wind through the skin. His attack had not yet come, the wind was already crashing.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman jumped up and down while giving a counterattack. The clash happened again.

But this time they both did not jump. They started fighting punches and kicks. Sumba's attack was quick. But unfortunately it was not enough to exceed the speed of the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

The man was able to move even faster. His two hands that had shocked the martial world began to pose a threat. The two hands flashed thin smoke as it was floated to hit.

By the time he reached the top ten, Sumba's condition began to be under the wind. His hands and feet could not move freely because the Thousand Swordsman always managed to break each and every manager.

He was thrown four steps. His mouth immediately spewed out fresh blood.

"Labour. Attack the human," he shouted to all the disciples to attack the Thousand Swordsman.

But just at that moment, a voice rang out in the air.

"Hold it!!"

His voice was blaring like thunder. Unknowingly all the disciples did not continue their attacks.

A moment later, from the front appeared a swordsman in all white clothes who was carrying someone.

"Mixedgaon. Greetings to everyone" said the swordsman full of politeness.

"Rampes ..." answered the people in unison.

"What is this warrior?" ask the Teacher.

"I am just a small warrior. Sorry if it was too slow. I came here to help with the problem that the Thousand Swordsman is facing" said the swordsman who is none other than Cakra Buana.

"Oh, it's not someone else" said the Teacher.

"Is there anything the swordsman wants to talk about?"

"I think everything was talked about by my best friend. Now, let this man answer it," said Cakra Buana and threw the old swordsman into the middle.

Meanwhile on the other side, Sumba intends to escape. But it was soon known to the Thousand Hands Swordsman. Just by throwing a small pebble, the person immediately fell to the ground feeling his body stiff.

"Is it true that my student named Sumba was a traitor to the college?" ask the Teacher to the old warrior.

"Right,"

"Hemm, did you rule it?"

"Right,"

"What do you want?"

"We are looking for the Book of Selayang Jagad and want to master this college. So that we conspired to carry out a plan,"

"Hemm, Sumba, come here," snapped the master.

Soon the summoned came to be fortified by the Thousand Hands Swordsman. He threw it as well so that it was side by side with the old swordsman.

"What does this man say is true?"

Sumba did not answer. He just lowered his head deeply.

"Java!!" the teacher was very angry.

"Truly teacher,"

"Plakk .." a slap landed heavily on his right cheek. Blood immediately came out from the corner of the lips.

"Bring these two men. Give a sentence that is in accordance with the rules," he ordered.

The two disciples immediately brought the two after getting the order. I don't know what punishment they'll receive.

"Executor, apologize for this embarrassing incident. Truly, I did not expect at all something like this would happen," said the master to the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

"It's not why Teacher. Let's just say this never happened,"

"Thank you for the warrior's heart,"

"The teacher need not be confused. We are not new people to know. Now, since the matter is over, we both resign ourselves," said the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

"Good swordsman, please. If one day passes by, come by here. We will always welcome you" he said.

"Thank You Teacher. We're pampering. Kolkata …"

"Rempes .." he replied politely.