Story of Maung Kulon

The Three Supervisors and Protectors Branch of the Dead Skull Organization

The Six-Handed Ghost was still vociferously delivering punches and kicks to Cakra Buana. But the young man didn't budge at all.

He didn't even fight back one bit. This is because the Cakra Buana has flowed all over his body with the magic power that he had learned while in the valley. That was why the pain caused by all the attacks of the Six-Handed Ghost did not have much effect on him.

Moreover, the power of Cakra Buana itself was above the Six-Handed Ghost itself.

The old man felt tired too. His breath began to hunt unbecoming. Especially with his old age.

For a while he stopped his attacks while confirming the condition of Cakra Buana. At that moment, the young man was holding his head with his hands.

Because he no longer felt any punches and kicks into his body, Cakra Buana immediately stood up. When he stood up, he saw that the old man was trying to catch his breath.

"Are you content to torture me?" ask Cakra Buana without burden.

The Six-handed Ghost was instantly shocked. He whose head was facing downwards, suddenly just looked up at the origin of the sound.

As soon as the gaze of his eyes met with Cakra Buana, the old man was surprised it was not a bitch. I don't know what feeling is on his mind right now. What was clear, the sense of annoyance, anger, wanting to cry or maybe even yelling, was already mixed into one.

After a moment of calming himself, the Six-Handed Ghost then asked Cakra Buana. "Didn't you feel any pain from my punches and kicks?" tanyakanya.

"Hemm, delicious. Even as in the incandescent," replied Cakra Buana giving a mockery again.

"What are you human?" snapped Six-Handed Ghost.

"Do I look like an animal?" ask Cakra Buana.

"If you're human, how could you not feel pain at all after I've been attacking for so long?"

"Either. Maybe because you hit him not using energy," he replied pretending not to know what had happened.

The Six-handed Ghost was unable to speak anymore. This was the best day of his entire life. Tonight was the worst night for him.

Though his name is quite famous in the area of Kotaraja. Moreover, he was known as the head of a branch of an organization. But who would have thought, in the presence of a young swordsman, it was nothing at all.

Even all of its members who had been watching on the sidelines felt very confused. Just like her, various tastes had already mixed in her mind.

Fear, horror, disdain, wonder, everything was mixed up. They were looking at each other with their own partners. Someone scratched his head. The head was not itching at all.

"Sang Hyang Otipati .. why did you meet me with a human like this young man. Rather than I have to bear the shame, I would rather end my life," he said shouting loudly so that it shook his soul.

In the next instant, the old man's right hand had already hit the crown of his own head so that the inside broke. Blood flowed from the nose and mouth.

Dozens of members are increasingly sculpting. Some of them ran away. There is also a pee in his pants so afraid of Cakra Buana.

Whereas the young man himself did not expect that the Six-handed Ghost would choose to end his life.

But for those who were already famous, such a thing was already very commonplace. People or warriors who have a name, usually prefer to end their own lives rather than having to bear the shame and become the subject of ridicule in the martial world.

Things like this became a habit for the ancients. Especially among the martial world.

But now .. doesn't feel much different. Although not much, there is still.

"Really dear .." murmured someone in the dark.

"But if I were him, of course I would probably do the same, too" said someone, his voice soft and tender. Surely she must be a woman.

"The young man is really dangerous. If it's true he's the one we're looking for, of course he'll be a tough opponent" said one who had a hoarse voice.

Cakra Buana looked around. His eyes turned cold like icebergs.

"Go before I change my mind," he said to all the members of the Death Skull Organization.

Reached dozens of people like a dog who obeyed the orders of his master. Without saying another word, they immediately left from there.

But before all the members left, suddenly there was a secret weapon that shot out fiercely towards Cakra Buana.

Nameless Swordsman aka Cakra Buana who already knew the existence of the weapon, immediately moved his hand so that the weapon could be caught. After which, he threw it back to where it had appeared earlier.

The pitch became more powerful. Even the secret weapon exploded when it hit the trunk of a large tree. Along with the incident, from the darkness appeared three foreign figures.

They all wear black. Behind the back of his shirt was a picture of a creepy skull.

Just once, Cakra Buana understood that these three people must be people from the Death Skull Organization. But what he surprised, the three people actually felt more powerful than the Ghost Handed Six himself.

The three people were already standing before Cakra Buana. Their eyes spread rays of hatred. The eyeballs are like deep wells. It looks calm but very difficult to measure.

The young man already knew that these three strangers, must have even more dangerous abilities.

"Who are you?" tanya Cakra Buana turned more serious.

"We are the ones assigned to supervise and protect the branch of the Death Skull Organization. I'm the Mountain Beater's Bludgeon, he's the Steel Blow's Iron Body, and he's the Bull Without Pardon" said the person who claimed to be named the Mountain Beater's Bludgeon haughtily.

"Hemm, what business do you have coming here?"

"Take your life. You killed off the Ghost Handed Six. Therefore, your life should be taken out instead" said the Bull Without Pardon.

"Just boy. You think you're grim reaper heh? It's so easy for you to talk, you think I'm a chicken that can be slaughtered," Cakra Buana said.

"Again, I didn't kill him at all. He alone ended his life," he continued, pointing to the corpse of the Six-Handed Ghost.

"But indirectly you're the one who made him end his life,"

"Only he can't fight me,"

"Hemm ..." the Iron Body Punch Steel snorted in annoyance.

Meanwhile, ever since they had come before Cakra Buana, all the members of the Death Skull Organization who were there, still paid their respects from then on until now. From this alone it can be ascertained that the three people have more position than a branch chairman.

'For sure they are not empty people, ' Inner Cakra Buana.