Story of Maung Kulon

Hot Iron Sand Man and Faceless Ghost

"True, they are the ones" replied Mr. Santeno.

The blood of the Buana Cakra instantly boiled like lava ready to gush at any moment. His body trembled a little. It turns out this is the person who has dared to spread slander. One person has been killed, only two have not. Because the other one hasn't met.

The matter of Young Master Margono Tanuwijaya's death will be resolved soon if these two people before him are successfully killed.

The Hot Iron Sand Man laughed. A very scary laugh. It is like the voice of a neighbor who collects debt because it has not been paid for a long time.

"Are you surprised, young man? Now we are both in front of you. Then, what are you gonna do?" ask the Hot Iron Sand Manusi.

The man is old. His age had even reached sixty-five years. His body is medium height and thin. His face was already wrinkled with shabby gray clothes. He doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons.

Because the old man had never fought using a weapon. Precisely the mainstay weapon is the two fists. If he's angry, the wall he can break.

Because of the rigors he trained in punches, to the point that his hands were full of wounds. Especially in the back and palm of the hand. If you look more carefully, it will look that the color of the hand is different from the rest of the body. It's red smoldering. Like a hot iron burned to the highest heat.

"Of course I'll kill you. You guys have made too many mistakes. You deserve to die" said Cakra Buana.

The two laughed again with each voice typical of their laughter. Although the dus figure knows how the ability of Cakra Buana, but they are sure still able to deal with it.

In the martial world of Java Land, the name of Hot Iron Sand Man and Faceless Ghost is already famous throughout the country. Let not the warriors, the king himself know who they are.

"Are you sure you can kill us both?" ask a Ghost Without a Face.

"Why not? Instead I have long wanted to fight with people who have spread slander over me. And now that we've met, it's unlikely that I'll let you go, either,"

"A proud young man" said the Hot Iron Sand Man.

"Two old men who already smell the ground, but do not know themselves," sneered the Nameless Swordsman.

Being ridiculed by young warriors such as Cakra Buana, the two figures certainly do not accept. As long as misfortune transverse in the martial world, no one has ever insulted them like what Cakra Buana just did.

When they heard it, they felt their ears were hot.

Suddenly, the Hot Iron Sand Man directly attacked Cakra Buana by lashing a hard blow towards the heart.

His movements were quick and precise. Unfortunately, the target is not a statue. He was a young swordsman whose name was on the rise lately. For him, such an attack was not a problem.

Just by tilting the position of the body to the right side, the punch immediately escaped the target and hit the vacuum.

"Our numbers are the same, so why don't we fight one-on-one?" challenge Mr. Santeno Tanuwijaya.

"Hahaha, good idea. All right, we're fighting one on one. Young man, who do you want to choose to be your opponent?" ask a Ghost Without a Face.

"You. I want to fight with you until someone dies between the two of us" replied the Nameless Swordsman.

"alright. I serve your request" he replied.

This Faceless Ghost was famous for his speed and style in fighting. All the attacks he launched contained high strength. So that one attack only, it is able to take the life of the enemy.

Moreover, such a top-class figure was also an expert in secret weapons. That said, he was able to hook three secret weapons with different shapes in one attack. A knowledge that is rarely seen in the martial world. But he was able to do it, even perfectly.

Cakra Buana the Nameless Swordsman had yet to realize that the Faceless Ghost, was even more terrifying than the Hot Iron Sand Man.

But if he knew, Cakra Buana would not change his intentions. He had set his heart on killing her. Whatever happens, the Faceless Ghost must die at his hands.

On the edge of the Buana Cakra, Mr. Santeno had already started his fight against the Hot Iron Sand Man.

The two top class figures immediately held a variety of great styles. The fight had only just begun, but tension had already enveloped the surrounding area.

"When will you be silent?" ask a Ghost Without a Face.

"Until you strike first" he replied.

Hearing those answers, the Faceless Ghost did not say much anymore. Once snarled like a lion, his legs had been stomped to the ground and his body slid swiftly launching the first attack.

The first attack came in the form of a hot blow from the right hand. So fast, Cakra Buana to the point of not seeing the twitch. Know-how, in front of his eyes already seen a hand that wants to break the chest.

The Nameless Swordsman spontaneously jumped. Once he got into position, he immediately launched an even more devastating counterattack.

Right hand is pushed forward. He himself shouted loudly. His voice was like thunder capable of tearing through the ears.

"Dark Show of Slapping …"

The first Ajian he had came out. A great skill capable of killing dozens of lower class warriors if he heard his screams alone. If the scream is able to kill, let alone punch or hit the tread?

But what he was facing right now was not a lower-class swordsman. His opponent is already top class.

The cry of the Cakra Buana has absolutely no effect on the people who are there. Even they still looked calm as if they did not hear such a great shout.

The Faceless Ghost avoided him very easily. His body floated like a wandering spirit.

The counterattack he launched. Cakra Buana the Nameless Swordsman also easily fended it off.

The clash of hands of two people became the beginning of a fight that would run horribly. From the impact just now, Cakra Buana was able to guess that his opponent was one level below him.

But even so, he had more experience remembering his old age. It is not easy to defeat him either.

The Nameless Swordsman and the Faceless Ghost had already exchanged styles. The movements of the two are almost balanced. But more steady, of course the Ghost Without a Face. But if in terms of strength, it is definitely Cakra Buana winner.

Four warriors had already fought with the moves they had. The sound of loud explosions coming from the swordsmen's movements had begun to enliven the atmosphere.

It's still midnight. So that sparks and rays from various styles, can be seen clearly.

The great fight has already begun. The reader is expected to calm down with a cup of coffee.