Story of Maung Kulon

Angry Ghost Handed Six

"Hemm, great, great. Young warriors like you are able to defeat them easily. I admire you" said Six-Handed Ghost praising him.

But Cakra Buana was silent. His eyes looked around him. Where dozens of Death Skull Organization troops were now encircling the young man.

"Is there another opponent? My muscles are still stiff, after all, it's been a long time since I've been making people porridge" Cakra Buana said full of ridicule.

The Six-handed Ghost certainly understood the young swordsman's intentions. Without feeling he gritted his teeth which were already a little toothless.

"You are so arrogant, boy" he said, pointing the finger.

"Mouth, whose mouth? Who's talking to who? Why are you even angry? If you don't want to hear my talk, just chop your ears. Or shut my mouth. That's also if you can," he said, laughing as he tilted his head.

The old grandfather grew furious. All his life, only this time he was ridiculed by a young swordsman until so. Her ears are hot. Even his face was red.

"Serang .." he said giving orders to the members of the organization numbering approximately fifty.

Weapons are being lifted. Those people were already circling around, his intention making Cakra Buana feel dizzy. Honey, the young man was sitting cross-legged.

"Well, did you give up?" ask Six-Handed Ghost.

"I surrender? Hahaha, I will give up on you if the deaf can hear and the mute can speak. If that happens, I'll give up,"

"Suckhead moron. Until whenever it won't happen," he snapped increasingly angry.

"Yes, then I won't give up on you either,"

"Then why are you sitting cross-legged?"

"Hemm, fighting these rats it doesn't feel like I have to stand up" he said arrogantly.

"Right ... assault the boy did not know at this profit,"

As one fifties of people it had already started to give attacks to Cakra Buana. But unfortunately the one who was attacked still sat back casually.

He did this indeed intentionally to provoke the opponent's anger. After all, with his current strength, was it difficult to finish off the lives of dozens of people like those who did not have a solid martial foundation?

As soon as the rain of attacks came, Cakra Buana kicked the ground with both hands. Suddenly the earth shook like an earthquake. One by one of the dozens of people began to lose their balance and fell.

With just one stroke, five dozen people have been holding onto some parts of their bodies that hurt from a fall just now.

Cakra Buana is standing back. This time his face was serious.

"Don't waste your life in vain. It's better that you face me directly, "challenge Cakra Buana.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

"I don't think you're scared. Who talks like that?"

"I,"

"Yes already. It was you who spoke, not me," said the young man innocently.

The Six-Handed Ghost could no longer hold back the feeling of the mangosteen that was on his mind. Both of his hands he turned so that he gathered energy inside.

"Sirties. I could die if I kept talking to you" he said as he charged forward.

"Death," said Cakra Buana.

"Sat .. accept this,"

The old man's two hands had arrived. He gave two hard punches to the heart and head. Usually, a blow like this always works because it targets two different points at high speed.

Unfortunately this time he was having bad luck. Damn damn. Several times attacking, still his attacks only encountered empty space. A few times kicking, the kick was the same. Just kicking the wind.

The Six-Handed Ghost had already brought out some dangerous moves. The longer, the sharper the attack. Cakra Buana also admitted that this old grandfather did have quite high devotion. Besides, his movements were also very fast. Especially his two hands.

The nickname Ghost Hertangan Six was indeed suitable for him. If it was anyone else, it would not necessarily be able to avoid all of the old man's attacks. But Cakra Buana is no one else.

Entering the eighth rank, the Six-Handed Ghost added more attack power and speed. But again it was all in vain.

"Old grandfather, next time before a fight better learn to hit and kick first. Look at my way," said Cakra Buana then gave his first attack after just fending off and dodging.

Once it moved, its shadow had vanished from the sight of the Six-handed Ghost. The young man was already standing behind him and then gave a loud bang using his right palm.

Suddenly the Six-Handed Ghost felt his body hot. He almost fell down. Not to mention replying to the attack and getting in position, Cakra Buana was already back on the move.

His movements are very fast. Even faster than the Six-Handed Ghost himself. In his own heart he became confused.

'Which got the nickname ghost is actually me or this boy?' his mind is not out of thought.

Their fight is progressively going on. Moreover, the old geezer felt an already mounting anger. He even saw his head flashing a thin white smoke.

How not, their fight had already gone on for twenty moves, but the young man did not even feel threatened at all. Never be threatened, not seriously.

"But in any case, I should still be able to kill this wacky brat," muttered Six-handed Ghost.

He fought more seriously. His hands were twisting like propellers. He's starting to move. Very fast and deadly movement. His body turned like smoke moving to and fro.

The first shot came from the right. Cakra Buana immediately avoided it. But had not had the punch hit the body, from the left felt back there was a cold wind.

Cakra Buana was getting a little confused. Because wherever he held the attack, precisely his attack can move suddenly.

The Six-Handed Ghost had already brought out one of his ultimate moves.

The Ghosts of the Three Shadows.

A move that he rarely took out except because of the desperate situation. If now he issued the style, then the opponent he faced was certainly not kidding.

When Cakra Buana felt confused, suddenly from in front of him shot a very fast and powerful punch. The young man pulled himself back.

Unfortunately, it was a patal error. Because the original Six-Handed Ghost was behind him.

So when this Nameless Swordsman retreated, no doubt a crushing blow struck his back.

"Nrank …"

Cakra Buana almost fell due to the blow. It doesn't feel like playing. If it is compared, maybe the blow is more painful than left by a lover. But it's not sicker than being married.

The Six-handed Ghost started laughing. He increasingly violently pounded Cakra Buana with other styles as long as the young man was not ready.

Blows and kicks come like a storm in the middle of the night. The sound of a punch blared in Cakra Buana's ear. His kick was whistling loudly like the cry of a mother calling her wayward son.

If he hadn't protected his ear, it might have been blood flowing from it.

For a moment, the Six-Handed Ghost scattered Cakra Buana with a feeling of pride. He was sure he would win.

In fact, this is only the beginning of a fight that will be even greater.