Story of Maung Kulon

A Couple of Teachers and Students Carrying Death

The Wingless Angel was completely incapable of twitching at all. Unless only his mouth can still speak, but even then it must exert a little energy.

"Two bangka, what do you want to do to me?" ask the girl to worry.

"Hahaha, whatever I do, I will do. You won't be able to break free from my Totokan Death Finger" he said, boasting of the tootokan style he used.

"Don't be rude. If you're going to kill me, just kill me" said the girl, beginning to fear what would happen to her.

"Hahaha, just calm down sweet girl. I'm not gonna kill you. Let my disciple decide later" said the old man, stroking his beard.

The old man then moved away. He sat leaning under a tree to wait for the arrival of his disciple.

Not much later, a deep blue-colored shadow shot out from the distance towards the two people. The God of Death stood up and walked up to the Wingless Angel.

"Why are you taking so long?" asked the God of Death to the newly arrived figure and turned out to be his disciple.

"Sorry teacher, I almost lost track of you,"

"Hemm, stop. Now it's your turn. You are free to do what you want to the girl of your heart," said the old man and then sat back down.

The young man began to circle around the body of the Wingless Angel who was now in a state of teasing. His eyes looked wild and wild like a wolf. His right hand began to feel those soft and smooth cheeks.

"You're not papa?" ask him pleasantries.

"Don't say much. Just kill me,"

"Hehehe, where can I kill you?"

"Sat. Teachers and students alike,"

"Hemm, you better marry me. I guarantee you your life will be happy,"

"Dirty! Heyhh!!"

So furious, the Wingless Angel even spat right on the young man's face.

The one who was spit on was of course very angry. He wiped the spit on his face first before taking action.

"Woman bitch. How dare you spit on Kagendra Malawa's face" he said angrily. Real angry.

So angry, he had already swung his hand and was ready to slap the face of the Wingless Angel.

When the right hand was swinging and almost hit the smooth cheek of the girl, suddenly the hand of the young man named Kagendra Malawa was bounced and his body was pushed two steps back.

Both he and his teacher were shocked to witness this unexpected.

"What's Kagendra?" ask the God of Death.

"Someone has attacked me with a teacher's pebble" he replied while enduring the pain.

"Hemm, just do what you want to do. Let me take care of you from here,"

"Good,"

Kagendra Malawa repeated again. He still wanted to slap the Wingless Angel. This time the target is not cheeks. But a mouth that is red and tiny teases it.

And again, something like before happened. Even though the God of Death had already paid close attention, but he was unable to see the gravel slide.

"Once again you're being rude to the girl in front of you. Then don't blame me for acting insolent,"

The Death God instantly leaped towards his disciple. This time he could not remain silent. The events that happened twice were enough to prove that there was a great figure around the forest.

"Please show yourself, master swordsman. I'm the old one who wants to see you. Perhaps this is the territory and we have offended you, please forgive" said the God of Death.

Although he was already a top class figure, but the old man did not want to act arbitrarily. Moreover, he had yet to see who the person who had thrown the pebble at his disciple was.

"If you want me to forgive, get out of here and let the girl go" said the voice without form.

Kagendra Malawa certainly felt very angry to hear it. Who was that person so bold as to say such a sassy talk just now?

Amarhanya is no longer able to be detained.

"The arrogant lord. If you have the guts, come out and face me. If you can defeat me, then I will go" said Kagendra growled.

"You don't deserve to be my opponent yet. Surely you will lose in a few tens of moves. It's just that, if you lose, will your old teacher accept?"

Not playing mad at the Death God. After all, he's a powerful figure. Got a humiliation like just now, of course his ears were hot. His blood immediately boiled.

"Compulsive. If you are brave, face me. If I lose, this girl will be released" said the old man.

"Hahaha, honey, what a pity. I never let go of someone like you alive. If you dare to complain about your soul, then I will agree," said the voice.

Meanwhile, the Wingless Angel felt very excited. He wanted to scream so hard. Honey, this time is not right. After all, now he was unable to dwell.

The reason he was excited was of course because he recognized exactly who the owner of the voice was. Unknowingly she smiled to herself.

"Okay, I accept your challenge. We pit the soul, I want to see where the intelligence of a proud human like you," said the God of Death with a voice that was no less creepy.

"Teacher,"

"You just shut up. I am confident in my abilities," replied the Death God briefly.

"Hahaha, great. You're a manly old man, man,"

Finished the sound was heard, a gust of strong wind and shadow shot extremely fast in front of the teacher and the disciple. So fast that they shifted their legs.

Next, the God of Death and Kagendra Malawa were taken aback. The girl before him disappeared and suddenly stood under a tree with a handsome young man.

Even amazingly, the girl had already detached from her Totokan Death Finger.

"Thank you brother" said the Wingless Angel to the helper.

True, his helper is none other than Cakra Buana himself. If it wasn't him, who else could do it?

Cakra Buana is not late. Even before anyone was there, he had already arrived. It's just that, the Nameless Swordsman wanted to know in advance the real problem.

"No need to be confused. Now you rest. Let me face them" said Cakra Buana.

"No. I want to fight against that young bastard. I want to kill him with my own hands" the Wingless Angel refused.

Cakra Buana just sighed. He understood that this beautiful girl meant of course because she wanted revenge.

"alright. But you have to be careful. I don't want you to get hurt" Cakra Buana said attentively.

If under normal circumstances, both of them will feel awkward. But this time it was different. Because they would soon be fighting against two people who got the nickname Pair of Master and Pupil Bearer of Death.