Story of Maung Kulon

Prohibition Forest IV

The two top-class warriors looked at each other. Though their mouths do not speak, their eyes speak.

Both feel the same. The two young swordsmen before him, were definitely not a random swordsman. Both the woman and the man, according to both of them, all have abilities far above young warriors in general.

"Well, who are you guys?" ask him once again to the Nameless Swordsman.

"Didn't the answer I gave you? Is it less clear?"

Cakra Buana deliberately provoked the emotions of his two opponents. Unknowingly, the young man gained a new science.

If you are going to do a fight, then try to master the enemy's emotions first. If the emotions have been successfully held, then the victory you will achieve.

Because when humans are in an emotional state and can not control it, usually whatever he does will not use calculations.

Everything he does is only an influence because of the emotion itself.

A great man is one who is able to control his own emotions.

Either way someone, if he can not control emotions, then the person does not feel worthy to be called a great person.

Then, how do you control it? Everyone has a different way.

The two warriors of the Death Skull Organization grew even more furious as they got an answer that did not match what was expected.

His anger was burning like lava in the bowels of the earth. Their faces even flushed like boiled crabs so angry.

"Sat. Two very arrogant smelly kencur boys. Today if it were not us who died, then you would be slaughtered" one of the warriors snapped.

They want to complain about the soul.

Hearing the words of the enemy, both Cakra Buana and Sinta Putri, both were happy. Because that is what they are waiting for.

"Okay, we agree. Don't run away like a coward" the Wingless Angel snapped.

"The only thing that should say that is us to you. Just be careful if you cry for mercy," he mocked the two lovers.

"Hahaha, well, fine. We won't whine for mercy on you,"

"good. Let's start the curse boy,"

Both are preparing to gather energy within. After gathering, they immediately shot towards Cakra Buana and her lover.

Two fierce attacks from the two top-class warriors were about to arrive. A blow aimed at the Heart of the Nameless Swordsman. And one more, a site hit the feather of the Wingless Angel's heart.

The young warrior who was a pair of lovers was ready. They fended off the attacks of their respective opponents easily.

But this time there was no more grimacing to endure the pain. Because both opponents had already unleashed their strength to the breaking point.

Instead, it was the turn of Cakra Buana and Sinta Putri who felt her hands tingling like they were electrocuted. They had yet to realize that the two opponents had passed seriously.

After learning that the two top-class warriors are serious, then Cakra Buana and Sinta Putri do the same.

The Wingless Angel unleashed his inner energy and energy. The air around the girl became hot as if burnt.

The Nameless Swordsman took out two different airs at once. Cold and hot air enveloped the surrounding area.

Circumstances all around became changed in just the blink of an eye. Four warriors have unleashed real abilities.

It was just that, unbeknownst to the two warriors of the Death Skull Organization, Cakra Buana and Sinta Putri had yet to unleash their power to the breaking point.

Both of them only expended about eighty percent of their strength alone. In addition to many affairs, they also need energy to survive all the possibilities that will occur later.

This time it was the turn of the Nameless Swordsman and the Wingless Angel who attacked first.

The opponent who was the target of the Nameless Swordsman did not remain silent. He moved his hand out the possessed stance.

The two hands resisted Cakra Buana's attack. The clash occurred, the high-class swordsman was pushed two steps back.

Not stopping there, the Nameless Swordsman immediately launched the next attack. A series of punches he took out and then coupled with the Tiger's life-revoking style.

The two hands that had been hard, are now getting harder when issuing the style. Unseen nails suddenly appeared on the ten fingers of the Nameless Swordsman's hand.

A series of attacks he launched back at his opponent. The hot and cold wind mingled into one.

If his opponent was a middle-class swordsman, he might have been killed many times since.

It was fortunate that the opponent of Cakra Buana was a top-class swordsman. The poor old warrior crossed the martial world.

Finding such a series of fatal attacks, he also issued his manager who was no less powerful.

The two figures had fought fiercely. Step by step they have come out and clash with the opponent. Fifteen moves passed, the situation still remains a draw.

Although Cakra Buana won the match, but his experience in the fight was still far less than his opponent this time.

A violent clash continued to be heard coloring the sepinya forest. The clashing of the mouth was heard accompanying each attack.

The Buana chakra rotates while launching a series of great claws. Blue and red rays flashed every time he moved his hand.

The old man did not want to lose. He tilted or sometimes jumped to avoid the attacks of the Nameless Swordsman.

Thirty steps passed. The Buana chakra begins to appear to be in the wind.

He changed his style of attack and his manager's composition.

This time, the third of the 7 Dragon and Tiger Steps he took out.

"Flying Dragon in Space ..." cried Cakra Buana as loudly as possible.

Because according to the book he studied, if he took out the series of 7 Dragon and Tiger Steps while shouting, then the energy that will be gathered and the movement that will come out, will increase his awesomeness.

And Cakra Buana is doing just that now.

The Nameless Swordsman ran around his enemy. His feet did not tread to the ground as high as one inch. The onslaught he gave off was much more intense and fierce.

The young man was like a dragon that was rampaging through space. His breathing brought heat.

Cakra Buana's opponent is getting overwhelmed. His whole life, only this time he knew there was a style like now.

Wherever he moves, the opponent can always guess before he takes action. All enclosed space of motion can be.

Reaching the fiftieth style, the lunge of the Nameless Swordsman increased nimble.

His movements were getting faster so that it confused his opponent. Right at the fifty-third level, a palm strike struck the opponent's heart.

"Nrank …"

The Swordsman of the Death Skull Organization bounced far back until it crashed into a tree.

"Nrank …"

The old man spewed out fresh blood. His body instantly turned deathly pale and then collapsed and did not move anymore.

Die.