Story of Maung Kulon

Shaking the Earth Shakes the Air

It had been some time that Cakra Buana was chasing the two shadows earlier. He did not feel like he was entering the forest deeper. I don't know where he is now.

Even he himself did not know for sure. Because clearly, as far as his eyes could see, all that was seen was a stretch of weeds and trees that flourished in the forest.

The atmosphere there is quite dark. It is not dark because of the night, but it is dark because the leaves of the tree cover the sunlight.

Cakra Buana was silent in the middle. All around him was a tree. Within the forest in the distance there, the sound of wild beasts echoed throughout the area.

"Damn it, I've been hit by their trap. It turned out that the two people were just bait. Hmm, but where are they? Where does not appear the nose. If they hide or run in the other direction, surely this forest has been stepped on by humans," muttered Cakra Buana while turning his body around looking around.

Swordsman Maung Kulon or who is now known as the Nameless Swordsman just realized that he had been caught in the trap of the two people earlier. He only realized that he was very deep into the forest.

But there is faith in the heart of Cakra Buana. If those two people dared to enter this creepy-looking forest, they would definitely know the place. Either it's hiding, or they're out the other way.

Now, Cakra Buana can't do anything anymore. More precisely, I can't do anything.

But there was no worry on his face. Even he remained calm. As calm as the clear lake water.

In any situation, stay calm. Never feel anxious, even if death is in front of your eyes, if you can, calm down. Because with sobriety, you will get a different feeling. And you alone are capable of explaining such feelings.

With calm, man can control himself more. Even with sobriety, his brain will think more clearly.

And that's what Cakra Buana is doing now. He even sat cross-legged. Sometimes he goes up to a tree that has fruit and can be eaten.

He didn't feel scared at all. Even as much as possible Cakra Buana enjoys this state. Nature with cool air, soothing breeze and the sound of animals telling each other brings a natural tone.

After a while of 'playing around', Cakra Buana started to get serious. His entire senses were open up to the top point.

Suddenly his body jumped backwards. While in mid-air, his right hand he stomped forward. A strip of yellow light shot out from the palm of the hand slammed into the pile of dried leaves.

"Grand …"

Explosion sounded. Dried leaves fly in all directions. When the dust had started to disappear, a hole was suddenly seen. Under the hole there are dozens of bamboo stems with pointed ends.

If he had not concentrated, Cakra Buana would have fallen and probably now he had died stuck in the pointed bamboo. As much as he is, he is still human.

Imagining it does not feel like the feathers goosebumps themselves. It turned out that the way those people wanted to kill him was really vile.

Just as he was concentrating again, yet again something unexpected before suddenly appeared. He jumped up again, his right hand doing a loud flutter.

The dried leaves again scattered like in a storm. From behind the leaves where he stood before, there were many thin white threads. It is so nearly invisible. Cakra Buana was convinced that the thread was no ordinary thread.

"Benang Sutera Penerap Nadi" he murmured.

The Nameless Swordsman began to get upset. Traps after traps have sprung up. Fortunately, he was able to survive all of those traps. One of them is due to the calmness factor.

Cakra Buana closed his eyes. The energy in him goes to the right foot. After the profound energy gathered, he stomped his feet to the ground.

Instantly the ground around the forest within the range of a hundred spears shook. Even in some places there was a fairly loud explosion.

This is a style he created himself. The moves he uses to detect the state of the enemy in hiding with a certain distance.

The name of the style is Shaking the Earth Shaking the Air.

Not long after the explosion occurred, suddenly several figures began to emerge from the place that had experienced an explosion.

The Buana chakra is still as still as a statue. He's counting everyone who's there. After gaining certainty, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. But as quickly as possible the Nameless Swordsman calmed himself back down.

The number of warriors present there turned out to be around ten people. What shocked him and was extremely unexpected was that their strength was equivalent to the three escort figures and the superintendent of the Death Skull Organization who yesterday fought with him.

Yesterday three people were pretty good, especially if there were ten? It was even confirmed that they were all one or two levels above the three figures he killed (Banteng Without Pardon, Baka Bodies Iron Punch and Gun Bludgeons Mountain Beater).

"The person you're looking for has arrived. Why are you still hiding and not showing up?" cakra Buana said with a deep exertion so that his voice sounded clearly to the ears of everyone present.

Not for how long some laughter sounds rang out to spread a very thick murderous air. Even because of the sound of laughter, the wild beast that had been crowded suddenly deserted instantly.

The atmosphere there felt more tense

"Marr …"

Suddenly from behind Cakra Buana came a very fast gust of cold wind. A one-scaled weapon streaked as fast as lightning towards him.

But with calm and confidence, Cakra Buana finally managed to capture the weapon. Without even turning away. With just his hand he stuck it out backwards, the secret weapon in the form of a dagger had already been caught on his two fingers.

"Cone …"

The dagger broke into two pieces. There was thin white smoke coming out when the knife broke.

"Toxins like this are useless if they are used on me. Just get out, I don't like playing back like this" he said in a cold voice.

"Hahaha, great. The young man named Cakra Buana aka the Swordsman Maung Kulon or now who claimed to be the Swordsman Without a Name is not an empty name. I admit that you are indeed a great young man," said someone in a hoarse voice.

No matter when, there was suddenly an old geezer standing before him within ten spears. Not long after, another figure appeared.

They just showed up, they locked him up tight. Everyone present showed that they were indeed not random warriors.