Story of Maung Kulon

Ten Swordsman

"Is this the swordsman who killed my brother?" asked one of the warriors about forty years old to his colleague.

"really. The Iron Finger Swordsman was killed by this young swordsman over a year ago. Even my comrade was killed in his hands, too" said a fifty-year-old answering the man's question.

"Hemmm, his age has not even reached twenty-eight years. Unexpectedly, he had more intelligence," said another.

The ten people briefly told him their reasons for killing Cakra Buana. But almost all of them have the same reason. Those who were close to him, died at the hands of the young swordsman.

The Buana chakra is silent as they talk about it. He has no appetite for talking. Even if he was told to stay in the conversation, he would not.

Anyway, what else to talk about? Everything is clear. The ten people who had him locked up wanted to kill him. And the person in question already knows their purpose.

So does it still need to talk? Of course not. Cakra Buana doesn't need to talk much. All he needs is to do a lot of action.

As long as those people spoke, Cakra Buana quietly researched to the point where these people were capable of. In his view, the strongest among them was roughly four people.

They were the Five-Tailed Lion, the Bird of Prediction, the Nine-Fingered Swordsman and the Swordsman of Allegiance.

Cakra Buana knew their names because he had heard the talk. The four strongest opponents were just them. While the other six though can not be said to have low intelligence, but Cakra Buana sure able to kill him less than seventy moves.

"Have you not finished that conversation? I'm tired of waiting. If it's still long, let me sleep first. Lazy if long-winded," said Cakra Buana without a sense of urgency.

The ten warriors instantly fell silent. No one is angry between them. Because each already knows where the opponent's ability.

"Sorry for making you wait for the young man. Understandably, we are old when we meet like the preoccupation of talking," said an old man smiling.

"No problem old man. If you still want to talk, I won't bother you. Let me sleep until you're done telling me" said Cakra Buana calmly.

Facing opponents who already understand each other, of course, should not arbitrarily vent anger. Just understanding them is more than enough.

It is for this reason that Cakra Buana recoils his anger.

"Ah, no. Thanks though. The sooner the better, the worse if it makes you wait longer" said another old man.

"All right then. As a guest, I follow the will of the host," replied Cakra Buana.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while. The wind felt cold against the body. But such an atmosphere only happened for a short time, because before long there was a big sound breaking this silence.

"Young people. We're no longer a class of warriors. We also acknowledge that you are a true warrior whose name is already well known in the green jungle. So of course we won't gang up on you at the same time. Let you choose your opponent as you please" said one swordsman who Cakra Buana knew his name, he was the Nine-Finger Swordsman.

In his heart, Cakra Buana praised also the prowess of the Nine Fingers. Although he was a heretic, but the nature as his swordsman is not lost.

"Alright, thank you for the grace of the Nine Fingers Swordsman. I challenge them," Cakra Buana said calmly as he pointed to the six warriors he was referring to.

The Nine Fingers Swordsman was slightly surprised. The six people were not young opponents even though his strength was still below his own. But lightly, the young man even challenged the six of them to fight at once with him.

'This kid is arrogant or just a little crazy?" he thought as he watched Cakra Buana from top to bottom.

Cakra Buana just shook his head slowly. Even a sweet smile she threw.

"I'm not at all mistaken, sir. If I had to die at their hands, I was ready to think about it carefully. And if I win, maybe it's not time for me to die yet" he said confidently.

The answer to Cakra Buana is simple. It's even very simple. But unfortunately, the six people who would soon become his opponents were seen to be unacceptable. In his view, the figure of the young swordsman had a stubborn nature and.

"Alright if you keep your head up. What matters is that I have given you relief. May you not regret it" said the Nine Fingers.

"Thank you again. I will not regret the decision I have made" Cakra Buana said steadily.

The four main figures of the ten people nodded. They are quite satisfied with the manly attitude of Cakra Buana.

After making small talk, the six people he pointed at slowly started to advance in front of him. The six men immediately locked up Cakra Buana.

"Please start young" said the Bird of Prey.

Cakra Buana nodded his mark was ready. Same with his six opponents. Furthermore, one of the six warriors had already launched the first attack on Cakra Buana.

The attack came in the form of a hard spoon from below eyeing the stomach. Previously the person had given a cue to Cakra Buana, but had not finished his speech, his attack had arrived.

With a light movement, the Nameless Swordsman leaped backwards. The movements are simple, but very beautiful in view. He was like floating lightly like a cotton swab.

But just tracing the ground, a second attack from the back had already arrived. A hard blow targeted his nape. Again, with a simple but astonishing gesture, Cakra Buana was able to avoid it.

The four warriors who watched this fight became even more amazed at Cakra Buana. From here alone they can measure and guess that the young swordsman must have low intelligence.

When two attacks failed, four other warriors immediately launched a follow-up attack. This time, they attacked simultaneously.

Two punches and two kicks had split the air into the young man. Cakra Buana did not avoid the four sedangan, with agile movements, he managed to retrace the four attacks.

All the first attacks of the six warriors met with failure. Though anyone knows that the attack was a high-class attack, but Cakra Buana was able to dodge it easily.

"He is no ordinary young warrior. It feels like he will become a formidable opponent," muttered the Swordsman of Alignment who had been silent earlier.

The seven warriors were already preparing to return to continue the fight. One of the opponents of Cakra Buana snapped loudly while giving a warning.

"Prepare the young …"

"Haitse …"

The faster attacks began to be seen again. His attack had not yet arrived, but the wind was already crashing.

"Nrank …"

Cakra Buana brushed off the blow. The swordsman immediately staggered back and his hands tingled.