Story of Maung Kulon

Ucing Hideung Group

Langlang Cakra Buana is now fighting against the man with the mustache of the catfish. Both are still fighting on the roof. The attack of the catfish man's mustache was quite fast, but in the eyes of Swordsman Maung Kulon was meaningless.

The punches and kicks had already been several tens of times scattered by the catfish whisker man. But unfortunately all the attacks he launched were only about empty air. Langlang Cakra Buana dodges every attack with ease.

With a light body like cotton, he can move around. Getting bored in the defensive position, the all-white young man slowly advanced to attack using ordinary punches but contained deep strength.

Langlang Cakra Buana launched his punch by pointing to the chest of the catfish man's mustache, because the movement was fast and invisible because of the night, the, just a few buzz that man had been hit by a punch Langlang Cakra Buana.

"Ughhh …"

He was hit in the chest so that he bounced into the wall of the roof higher again. Without saying much, the catfish-moustached man directly descended down and reported this incident to his leader.

The catfish-moustached man ran in the fog and entered the room where all his comrades and leaders were. When he got inside, his breath was not breathless like a cat's cat. His tongue even stuck out.

"You why heh? It's like seeing a ghost" said the short man of about sixty years.

"There, a-there's an intruder. In-he's still young ki," said the catfish-moustached man reporting about an intruder.

"Where's it? Right speech ... basic belegug (Stupid)," said the short man.

"Above the roof of the roof tile ki. He's looking for trouble with us. Maybe the young man did not know the greatness of the group Ucing Hideung (Black Cat) ki," said the man with the mustache catfish.

Just contact all the people who were there immediately came out simultaneously. They left behind the women as well as the wine they were enjoying. The number was quite a lot, there were about fifteen people including the three leaders.

The short man just looked up when it was on the outside. And sure enough, up there is a young swordsman dressed all in white sitting cross-legged while nanggeuy gado (holding his chin) with his leisure.

"Descending slave (Church), arek babadog (maling tiger) heh?" asked the short man in a snapping tone to Langlang Cakra Buana.

Langlang Cakra Buana immediately descended after being said so. The young man faced the fifteen people casually and calmly. He folded his hands on his chest and then stepped forward.

"Sampurasun .." said Langlang Cakra Buana while smiling kindly.

"Don't say much, tell me what's your real goal, rancid boy?" snapped man short.

"Hemmm .. would want to kill the village head who looks like the occupier," said Langlang Cakra Buana.

"Right .. watch your mouth, boy,"

"So I keep my mouth, that's why my mouth is not blurred" Langlang Cakra Buana replied with a mocking smile.

Hearing the command from the leader, the twelve subordinates of the short man immediately surrounded Langlang Cakra Buana. All those subordinates just pulled out his machete that he had stored at the waist.

"Hemmm .. You think you can catch me with these rats?" the Langlang Cakra Buana.

Without being commanded again, the twelve subordinates immediately attacked simultaneously. But on the other hand, the Swordsman Maung Kulon was still standing casually to welcome the incoming attack.

Twelve sparkling white rays emanating from the sharp machete began to grab onto Langlang Cakra Buana simultaneously. They were already convinced that if attacked together, the young man would not be able to escape or survive from it.

But all of a sudden, when the machete was sudsh ready to chop off Langlang Cakra Buana, the young man suddenly lowered his head and turned with his legs sticking out of the legs of the subordinates.

"NRL …"

"NRL …"

"NRL …"

The sound of the young man's kick was so loud and precise that it hit the shin of the subordinates. Of course the subordinates did not attack, they were in pain and were holding onto their shins.

Not stopping there, Langlang Cakra Buana immediately stomped his legs accompanied by a considerable amount of internal energy.

"Relope …"

Suddenly the twelve short man subordinates felt a strong wind grabbing them all of a sudden. The twelve subordinates immediately bounced around uncharacteristically. They fainted and were unable to get back up.

"Just this? Cihhhh .. shameful," cried Langlang Cakra Buana.

"A cocky boy. Don't you know the greatness of Ucing Hideung Heh? Good. Let's prove, first introduce your name. Don't let you die without a name" said the slightly fat man. He may be part of those three leaders.

"I'm Langlang Cakra Buana" he answered briefly.

"I'm Kala Wira, let's start …"

"Hiyaa …"

The slightly fat man named Kala Wira immediately attacked Langlang Cakra Buana ferociously. It turned out that although it was a bit fat, the movement was quite fast as well as the Kala Wira. He instantly gave a fairly dangerous attack to Langlang Cakra Buana.