Story of Maung Kulon

Fire of Amarah I

The remaining twenty middle-class warriors went to great lengths to fend off Cakra Buana's deadly style. They work hand in hand with each other in order to reduce the consequences of the great style of the Nameless Swordsman.

Unfortunately, the Cakra Buana continues to move without granting forgiveness. He had already sworn to kill everyone who was there, so, how could he possibly be generous?

The Bloodthirsty Sword flashed piercing or snatching. The sword carries a burning grudge. A grudge even greater than a mountain.

The light coming out of the sword carried a terrifying feeling. Especially now played by the Nameless Swordsman.

His strength has doubled. As for the Dragon Sword and the Tiger itself, it was certain that the lunge was extremely ferocious. Just as fierce as the name of the sword.

Cakra Buana moving. His body twisted then one sword attacked from below. The target was five swordsmen whose weapons had been broken into two pieces because of colliding with his remains.

The wind felt. It's like a knife that slices tofu. The legs of the swordsmen who were targeted, were stumped in just one attack.

They screamed in pain. As if asking for mercy to the Nameless Swordsman.

Unfortunately, the moans and all the screams will not be heard by Cakra Buana. Apart from killing his best friend, he is also in a semi-conscious state.

As the five legs of the middle-class swordsman were maimed by the Bloodthirsty Sword, that very moment the Dragon and Tiger Swords got their turn.

The Cakra of Buana is spinning again.

A very fast rotation of the body at once contains a high energy direction. No one was able to see how fast the Nameless Swordsman's movements were.

But clearly, when his body stopped spinning, the five warriors were already dead with sabetrical wounds on the gaping chest.

All dead bring curiosity to the afterlife.

The atmosphere was tense again. Five middle class warriors are again victims. No one can escape from the Cakra Buana.

The young man had already moved again starting the follow-up attack. Two powerful heirloom swords. The tip of his sword trembled like it became several pieces.

In just a few eye-shocks, two people collapsed back.

The longer, the more terrible Cakra Buana. Even then, the falling victims can even be done in a short time.

Thirteen warriors left, their guts were already completely shrunken.

If asked to choose to flee, it was certain that the remaining thirteen middle-class warriors would choose to flee.

But, where would the Nameless Swordsman grant forgiveness to a demonic human like them?

All the remaining middle-class warriors tried as hard as they could to survive. Unfortunately it is the Nameless Swordsman who is getting more and more terrible.

His movements became several times faster. Even too fast. So that there are sparks when both swords move.

Whirls of wind were rolling, a sudden great force was felt. Even the people who were in it felt shudder in horror watching the incident.

Cakra Buana. His body was already nowhere to be seen anymore, except for only a red shadow along with two rays from the heirloom sword.

He attacked all the remaining middle-class warriors. The sabetan and the prick are out. The power is bigger than it was.

Cakra Buana is at the height of anger. The anger of his friend's death caused him to spiral out of control.

In just twenty moves, the three dozen middle-class warriors had all died at the hands of Cakra Buana.

Somehow he could do such a terrible thing. Almost all first-class warriors no one believed. Even the author himself does not believe.

But what do you want in words? That young man was indeed able to kill dozens of middle-class warriors in just a very short period of time.

Suddenly the people there were trembling. Those who are famous as old figures of the martial world were not necessarily able to do as Cakra Buana did.

And in this case, all the respective figures in his heart praised the devotion of Cakra Buana. They had never seen a young warrior like him.

Dozens of people have been killed without life. Each one has a different wound. Some are severe, some are severe, some are very severe.

The fire of Cakra Buana's fury had already burned everything. The sword soul inside the Bloodthirsty Sword came out thus granting power to him subconsciously.

His two swords were still he held. His eyes were still as sharp, even sharper this time. If you know how to look at the eyes of a tiger who is angry, then that's what Cakra Buana's eyes are like today.

Meanwhile outside, the fight of the two beautiful women was still going on. Both have been fighting for dozens of years.

Dozens of punches and kicks continue to collide coloring the fight of the two angels. Unfortunately up to fifty moves, Ratih Kencana was unable to kill his opponent.

Quite the contrary, the veiled woman had yet to take her attack seriously. Though Ratih Kencana has expended almost ninety percent of his strength, not mad, precisely his opponent can still fend off all the powerful moves he launched.

Ratih Kencana was getting angry. The scarf that danced every time he moved, now began to be held in his hands.

A short while later, the girl had already slid back giving the first attack. The shawl is stretched so that it becomes a few times as long.

The cage rotates quickly. One was as hard as a steel stick, the other was twisting limply like a cobra.

Two different attacks from one object had already shot towards the veiled woman or Wingless Angel.

Ratih Kencana is convinced that he can paralyze the foreign woman. Because if he has taken out his shawl in a fight, usually the victory is definitely achieved.

Honey, what a pity. Because the veiled woman he was facing right now, was not the same as the swordsman he had fought with.

When the two shawls almost arrived, the Wingless Angel immediately retracted its flagship weapon.

The Beautiful Sword of Kahyangan.

A beautiful light blue sheathed sword had already come out.

Without much ado, the girl immediately played her flagship sword. The Beautiful Sword From Kahyangan moved upwards slashing at the two shawls that were rapidly sliding towards him.

The fatal mistake that Ratih Kencana made was that he did not pull back his two shawls. He was very confident that the opponent's sword would be wrapped around and that one shawl could certainly hit him.

Confidence that is too sure, sometimes also brings a very high risk.

And that is proven now. Two of his shawls were successfully slashed by the opponent's sword.

Ratih Kencana was shocked. He did not know what to do, as it turned out that the opponent's sword had already turned rushing towards him.