Story of Maung Kulon

The Dragon Crashing Out Storm

Cakra Buana was surprised to see the results of the failed blow. If he said he was a little late pulling his body, it was certain that he had now turned into a lump of boneless flesh.

The Mountain Banging Bludgeon was getting angry. He raised his rock then then circled around by stretching out his two hands. His body in an instant had already been rolled in the radiance of the mace.

He was like a whirlwind capable of carrying anything around him. The longer, the swing and the vortex the faster and more powerful.

The entire body of Cakra Buana became an easy target for him. From the right side, there was the Steel Body Punch Iron was preparing its manager as well. From the left side itself, the Bull Without Forgiveness continued to pound him with various kinds of powerful attacks.

Cakra Buana is surrounded. He could no longer run anywhere.

Seeing that the young man was just silent as he was sculpting, the three supervisors and protectors of the branch of the organization looked elated. They further add strength to each of the managers.

Confidence can defeat an opponent is growing more and more in their minds.

But the truth is not so. Sculpting Cakra Buana is actually preparing a powerful style. They haven't realized this.

After all, the three of them had yet to know the true strength that this Nameless Swordsman possessed.

Suddenly the wind roared towards the bodies of the four warriors. Cakra Buana has prepared its magic. The young man folded both hands on his chest. Once three opponents arrive with each attack, Cakra Buana takes action.

"Dragon Crashing Issuing Storm ..." he shouted in a thunderous voice.

"Grush …"

His body revolved exactly like the Mountain Beating Gada. It's just that Cakra Buana is much faster and more powerful. Just three body turns, a transparent energy had already formed.

Cakra Buana lunged at all three of his opponents in one strike.

Storms against storms again.

Two violent storms meet in the middle. The violent clash caused a shock wave. Some members were thrown because of the enormity of the collision of the two styles.

The Mountain Beater Gada also bounced two steps because he was the main target by Cakra Buana. His two comrades were unable to get close to the young swordsman's body.

Now his position has turned. If Cakra Buana was forced to be in a defensive position, then it is now his turn to be in a fierce attacking position.

The young warrior looked like a mighty dragon that was crashing against the storm. Both of his hands gave a fierce onslaught. Both of his legs lunged to all the important points in the human body.

Various kinds of scratches and lacing have been released by Cakra Buana. He spun non-stop as he continued to launch rattling attacks.

The three opponents were made into a meter in just a few times. Several blows and kicks landed heavily on the bodies of his three opponents.

They grimaced with the pain. But unfortunately the sound was covered by a rumbling sound that resulted from all the lunge of Cakra Buana.

In just a matter of shock, things turned around completely. Cakra Buana is already on the wind. Where the opponent moves, there also Cakra Buana will attack mercilessly.

All these movements can not be separated from the attention of some people who are still loyal to see the lunge of the Nameless Swordsman. Various kinds of compliments are automatically thrown from the mouths of these people.

"really great. That young man will definitely be a tough opponent for us" said one.

"really. But we don't worry about that, anyway many figures will help us. After all, there is he who will move in his own way" said one who spoke a hoarse voice.

Meanwhile, the fight between the four warriors increasingly run more exciting and tense.

Now the three opponents just realized very well that the Nameless Swordsman aka Cakra Buana has power that turns out to be far beyond their estimates.

The Mountain Beater's Gada was constantly in a crossbar with all sorts of great attacks by the Cakra Buana. The Iron Punch Steel Body tried its best to avoid the clash of force with the young man when he got his turn. While the Bull Without Forgiveness is looking for a gap to launch an attack because his anger is no longer contained.

The three warriors were each looking for a way to escape from the Cakra Buana moons.

It was great flying that young man. The weakness of the three people is precisely if separated. And Cakra Buana has done that.

Evidently now the three were like a drowning person who was looking for a grip.

Grip to free yourself.

But it is not useless also they are recognized as figures who have influence in an organization. When Cakra Buana had been pounding for a while, his three opponents could even still survive despite a little difficulty.

The Bull Without Pardon has a very sharp and meticulous eye view. He saw that there was a slight gap to give the attack so that he and his two friends could escape from the raging Cakra Buana.

He was waiting for the right time to carry out the attack.

"Because of you .." she cried when she got the chance.

His body immediately chipped through the whirlwind surrounding Cakra Buana's body. Both of his hands intended to give a crushing blow towards the waist.

Cakra Buana was a little late realizing this weak point of hers. If he continued his attack, one of the opponents would definitely be injured. But in addition, he himself will also be hit by the powerful impact of the Bull Without Pardon. As for his other options, he had to call off the attack in order to survive. But also must be willing to release their prey.

Because the choice no longer exists, then the Nameless Swordsman chose the second option. He better free the opponent first. The important thing is that he survived.

And as soon as the lashing of the Bull Without Forgiveness was about to hit his waist, Cakra Buana immediately pulled back.

He is free from the hit. The pay is two opponents out of death.

Their fight stopped for a while. Sweat has flooded the entire body of Cakra Buana. Although the fatigue had hit, but his breathing was still a little calm.

Instead, the three opponents felt something else within them. Hot and cold sweat has washed all over the body. From the temples they flow sweat grains as big as peanuts.

All my life, these three people had only seen the existence of a young warrior of the rank of the Nameless Swordsman.

The dream was never that they would experience the thing that is now the culprit of a young man.

Their breath is hunting. Irregular heart rate. It is still clear how the young man attacked them. It is still clear what the football is like.

Given all this, inevitably the three figures of the Death Skull Organization felt trepidation as well. If only they were told to choose, then the three might choose to go from there.

But, baby, that choice is not there. And perhaps even if there were, they would rather continue fighting than run away as cowards.

Where do they want to put their faces?