Story of Maung Kulon

Waiting for Death

Once the heirloom sword was broken, the opponent's trident returned to move. The stab of death has come to pose a threat. The stab was even faster than a lightning strike.

It is still fortunate that Cakra Buana can be faster. But not too close also his left waist was exposed to a little prick of the trident earlier.

"Brett …"

The sound of torn cloths rang out. Buana's chakra immediately bounced backwards. Fresh blood poured out from that waist. The white cloth began to be blood red. Unmatched pain begins to spread throughout the body.

For a moment he was silent and channeled pure air so that his blood would stop.

"Do you still intend to continue this fight? If it is not strong, it is better not to. Learn again diligently, after feeling able, then you seek us again for revenge. Just so you know, for the rest of my life, I've never forgiven my enemies. But against you there is an exception," said the Silver Trident God as he cleared his remains from the blood of Cakra Buana.

"As long as I'm still breathing, as long as my life hasn't been lost, then I won't give up on anyone, either" the young man replied in a voice withholding resentment.

"But stubborn. Well then, you've rejected my kindness. Then I won't force you again. Prepare to go to hell" said the Silver Trident God full of anger.

At that time Cakra Buana had managed to stop the bleeding that he was experiencing. So that the young man can stand again even though he still has to endure the pain.

"We are starting a real fight" said Cakra Buana, filled with anger.

He screamed as loud as possible. A fierce power immediately felt enveloping the fighting arena. Ajian inheritance from his teacher will he take out. Although this study is not suitable when fighting close quarters, but what is wrong to try?

"The Argument of the Gods …"

Cakra Buana shouted out loud. His voice sounded like thunder.

His five fingers were directly extended towards the Silver Trident God and the Poison Tread God. Five blood-red snars came out grabbing them. His speed is hard to describe.

The two Dark Lord disciples could only continue to dodge both attacks. But wherever they dodged, the red light was always chasing him.

"Don't keep dodging. You're badminton with your trident, he's still not perfect using the test. So the teacher believes you can hold it. Let the Poison Site try to strike closer," the Dark Lord told his disciple through the science of sending out a voice.

The Silver Trident God finally understood. At that very instant he instantly split the position with the God of Poison Fields.

The rays released by Cakra Buana are increasingly visible. Trees and stones, I don't know how many tens were destroyed because of that style. Some of the soil is also hollow.

But the next incident made Cakra Buana even more astonished. All the rays produced from the Ajian Curuk Dewa were apparently able to be fended off by the Silver Trident God. As the beam glided, the man held it with a trident.

Even so clashing, the light seemed to vanish without a trace. Just a burst of light that looked blinding to the eyes.

For a moment Cakra Buana was stunned. But then he still launched Ajiann Curuk Dewa because he was curious.

It was just that the result made him even more disappointed. All those rays gave no hope of winning this fight. While the energy in it is getting longer and more exhausted.

The red and silver rays still dazzled anyone's eyes. Cakra Buana himself did not know that in front of him there was now a God of Poison Palm. Without making any more time, he immediately sent an attack of his poisonous footprint into Cakra Buana's chest.

Cakra Buana is late to realize the presence of the opponent. He only realized when there was a summary crashing towards him. Honey, it's too late.

The young man was thrown fifteen steps. He hit the wall. The blackish fresh blood immediately spewed out from his mouth. His face immediately pale like a corpse.

The poison!

He has been exposed to the most vicious poison in the world. No one else had the cure except the user himself who was the Poison God.

The Silver Trident God intended to immediately prick his trident into the Buana Chakra. Suddenly, the teacher held back.

"Don't kill the boy directly" prevent the Dark Lord.

"But the teacher" he said was not satisfied.

"This boy has been exposed to my deadly poison. In just two days time, he must have died in a terrible state. His body will rot and vultures will instantly make a soft meal for him," said the God of Poison Sites.

Although the Silver Trident God by the decision of his teacher, but inevitably he must obey. After all, what the Poison God said was a truth. He believed in his brother very much.

"Young man, I am truly sorry for what you have done. I praise you sincerely, I like you, if you want to be my disciple, of course you will not end up as you are today" the Dark Lord lamented.

At that time Cakra Buana could still hear all the words spoken by the teacher and the student. Although his body was no longer able to stand, but at least he was still aware.

"Thank you for your kindness. Biss being killed at the hands of your students is a matter of pride for me. If I am destined to die, then what can I do. But if there is a miracle, I promise that one day I will find you to return for guidance through the fight" Cakra Buana said with great difficulty.

"good. It's not wrong that I admire a young swordsman like you. Hopefully that will come later. And we, of course, are willing to fight again with you. As long as you have the condition, you have to experience a much greater improvement" said the Dark Lord.

"Ba-good. Thank you for your heart, my dear friends," said Cakra Buana.

Finished saying so, the five warriors nodded. Soon they left the place.

In just one blink of an eye, the five teachers and disciples were no longer visible from his nose. Now there was no one else but a young man waiting for his death.

The rest of the fight left a fair amount of damage. Fallen tree. Perforated ground. And the crushed stone to pieces still puffed its dust into the air.

Cakra Buana does not regret fighting the God of Poison Tread and the Silver Trident God. What he regretted was why did he have to be as miserable as he is now?

With the warriors he had not yet responded. Ling Zhi's death grudge was also the same, even just now she had already fought with the perpetrator of her murder. Those two grudges haven't been avenged, let alone about the three heirlooms of legends?

Given all this, Cakra Buana could only sigh in acceptance of his destiny. There is still a lot of work to be done. But what power, death will soon come to him.

With great difficulty, he walked like a snake using his body towards the cave. The distance of the cave came out even though only a few spears. But to him right now, such a distance was like thousands or even tens of thousands of spears away.