Story of Maung Kulon

One Name Two Names

The Nameless Swordsman and the Wingless Angel stepped in unison. Like a bride walking together. Like a god and a goddess who are handsome and beautiful.

Step them slowly. No hurry, no tension. Both of them looked very calm and confident. Convinced that they can defeat a pair of teachers and students who are notoriously dangerous.

The Cakra Buana. He is more confident than anyone. Although the young man knew that the opponent he was about to face was a top-class figure, he did not feel any trepidation at all. Her lips are smiling. A charming smile yet made the enemy even more fed up and angry.

Seeing a stranger and girl adoration of his heart look familiar until it goes together, the heat is also the heart of Kagendra Malawa. Even the heat is more than if he's roasted.

His face became red. His breathing was cold and heavy. If he said he was a bull, maybe from his nose had come out white smoke. With his filth.

"Heh rotten bastard. What my teacher called was a powerful figure, not a snot-like young man like you," he said, pointing at Cakra Buana's face.

"Heh, a bastard more a bastard than a king of bastards. Know what you are? Indeed I am the one who challenged your teacher," Cakra Buana said while sneering.

Hearing such a mockery, the hotter the body temperature of Kagendra Malewa. Roughly, plus one or two more such insults, maybe his skin will blister so hot.

He said more son of a bitch than a king of assholes, who wouldn't get angry? A bastard for some people has been sickened. Especially king? Even this is more than a goddamn king. Maybe his ancestors were bastards.

"Brother brash. How brave is your mouth. Looks like you did ask me to tear your rotten mouth apart," he said as he prepared to send out a long-range strike.

However, something unexpected soon happened. This was never imagined either by the God of Death, nor his disciple, Kagendra Malawa.

Suddenly, a red glow of light shot forth from the index finger of Cakra Buana. The target is Kagendra Malawa's body. His speed was even faster than when a lover told his lover to go home because it was empty.

"Grush …"

As fast as the red rays shot out, as fast as the speed of the Death God drew his disciple.

"Grand …"

Two large trees were smashed into pieces. Smoke instantly billowed and the leaves fell off.

The eyes of the Death God glared. If the eye is only attached without being bound by the nerve vein, maybe now it has been removed. You can imagine how shocked he was.

"Ajian Cruk Dewa ..." hiss the God of Death continued to stare at the steaming smoke still unable to believe what he saw.

"Do you believe his great-grandfather now?" cakra Buana asked Kagendra Malawa to keep using the previous taunts.

The Death God disciple was eager to reply. But unfortunately the teacher first forbade him to open his voice.

"Young man, what is your relationship with Ki Wayang Rupa Sukma Saketi?" ask the God of Death.

"Hemm, you know my teacher. Unexpectedly," said Cakra Buana.

Grandmaster? Is that word not wrong? The Death God came back shocked upon hearing that.

"Are you Cakra Buana, the Swordsman of Maung Kulon?"

"really. That's my name and people call it,"

"But if from your appearance, you seem to be very similar to the Nameless Swordsman,"

"That's me too. The Swordsman of Maung Kulon is the No Name Swordsman. And the Nameless Swordsman is the Swordsman of Maung Kulon,"

"So you mean, one person two nicknames, one name anyway. And that name is Cakra Buana?"

The heart of the God of Death. He was a top class swordsman. An old figure whose name is famous among the warriors. How could he not know the two nicknames of the great swordsman whose name was on the rise?

Without feeling it, a sense of trepidation appeared in his heart as well. But that feeling was only for a moment. Because then the old grandfather managed to control himself again. Although he was daunted, but his strength was also very reliable. Even everyone acknowledged his greatness.

Suddenly comes the pride that has been with him that is in him.

"Hahaha, great. I can finally find you," or the God of Death while laughing out loud.

"Aren't you looking for me all this time?" ask Cakra Buana.

"No,"

"Basically an old man. Then why would you say that if you weren't looking for me,"

"Because I really want to kill you. Your lunge makes me sick of it," he said.

"good. We'll finish it immediately. Whether I will be killed, or you will be the one I will kill" Cakra Buana said.

Before the two men started the fight, Kagendra Malawa attacked first. He traced the ground then immediately sent out a hard punch that was eyeing the face.

But before his blow hit the target, a soft and delicate hand, as well as fragrant, held back Kagendra Malawa's blow with just one hand.

The Wingless Angel's Hand.

That beautiful and beautiful hand held back its punch attack gently but full of fierce energy.

"Your opponent is that I am a despicable human being" said the Wingless Angel full of anger.

The girl was already furious towards Kagendra Malawa. Getting an opportunity like this, of course the girl would not waste it just like that.

Finished saying so, he immediately stomped his hand so that Kagendra Malawa bounced two steps. But this time, he was quickly able to regain control of himself. Moreover, the flick of the Wingless Angel was still far from being compared to the gravel throw of the Cakra Buana before.

Finding that his attack was at the hands of the idol girl, his anger rose again. If it was just the top, it might be the top. Do not imagine, because the author himself can not imagine it.

"Well, if you want to fight me, I'm ready to fight you. Do you think I wouldn't kill you knowing I'm in love with you? Don't dream" said Kagendra Malawa.

The feeling of love that had grown blooming for so long, just a moment had turned into a deep feeling of hate. It is deeper than the middle of the sea.

"Good, that's what I expected. If you can beat you, I'm ready to be your wife. But if you can't, don't ever expect to see tomorrow" asserted the Wingless Angel.

Speak with confidence. Absolutely sure.

But he did not know that there was a young man who was shocked to the point of turning his head as he said so. Even his heart had slightly plummeted to the abyss. His mind suddenly did not care.

If the young man can defeat him? The girl will be his wife.

No, that can't happen. Either way, he should be able to help the girl.

"Be careful" said Cakra Buana while patting the Wingless Angel's back.

Just a small clap, but it contained great power. The power of kanuragan, and the power of love that began to grow.