Story of Maung Kulon

The Rangrang Ant Hordes

The upper class warrior died bringing curiosity to the afterlife. Who is the young man who is his opponent? On what basis did he attack her?

There are still many questions that are not known the answer until he breathed his last.

After the death of his opponent, Cakra Buana immediately sat leaning under a sizable asem tree. He had no intention of helping his girlfriend.

It's not that Cakra Buana doesn't care. But because the young man wanted to know to what extent his beloved ability was now after obtaining some moves from him.

Not too far ahead there, the Wingless Angel was fighting seriously against a top-class swordsman of the Death Skull Organization. The girl's fight is a little longer than Cakra Buana, the reason is because of course the ability of the girl is still quite far when compared to her heart lover.

The Wingless Angel was currently in a defensive position. The swordsman who became his opponent continued to try to urge the beautiful girl with a series of punch and kick moves.

Just like the Nameless Swordsman, the Wingless Angel was not inferior in terms of ability. He only lost because of experience. Moreover, the girl had only one or two years of plunge in the green jungle.

The swordsman poked the Wingless Angel with his deadly moves. Various types of attack styles and dangerous moves he has released to the maximum point.

It was just that he felt astonished because the young female swordsman, was able to withstand all his attacks. Even occasionally he attacks back with a style that is no less powerful and dangerous.

Forty-five steps have been passed. Dozens of moves and attacks, ranging from ordinary to extraordinary, have each of them issued.

It's just that, until this second it has not been seen who won and who lost. The Wingless Angel himself had started to get confused.

What other moves did he use? Using the forbidden moves that his teacher inherited? I don't think that's the right way. After all, he had to perfect some of the ultimate moves of his teacher's legacy.

To note, the Wingless Angel is actually more skilled at using a sword than empty hands. For in fact, the teacher of the beautiful woman, was the famous swordsman of his day.

It's just that, he's hiding his identity for some reason.

While daydreaming about what other styles, suddenly a hard blow with a crushing hit on the base of his left arm.

As a result the Wingless Angel was pushed four steps back. He staggered for a moment and the arm felt paralyzed.

Fortunately, the girl was able to quickly regain control of herself.

"Use the Handstroke of the Angel Unplugging Life. That's all that can beat him,"

A whisper sounded warm in his ear.

Swordsman Without a Name.

The lover told him his way out through the science of sending long-distance sounds.

The Wingless Angel only realized that he had mastered the style had almost reached the perfect stage.

Without lingering any longer, the girl directly held it. The most dangerous move soon he's degree.

"Dead Hand of Angel …"

The third straight out. He shouted then as much as possible to reply to the opponent's attack.

His body moved quickly around the opponent. Both of his hands began to be played with certain moves. Rain blows and attacks began to hit the opponent.

The upper-class warriors began to drift apart. He was unable to see all the movements of the Wingless Angel because of his speed.

As a result, dozens of attacks successfully lodged in his body.

Entering the sixtieth, the warrior's movements began to weaken. The bloodstains had soaked the entire clothing mixed with sweat.

The Wingless Angel shouted loudly. Along with that, his right hand in swing sent a tread attack that slammed into the chest.

"Nrank …"

"Heuggh ..." The old swordsman's voice was stuck in the esophagus.

He bounced ten steps back. Instantly, his entire strength instantly disappeared. His internal organs were shaken violently.

"Who are you really?" ask the old swordsman with great difficulty because his end will soon come.

"Hemm, okay I'll tell you. I am the Wingless Angel, and the young man, the Nameless Swordsman," he told the court out of pity for the swordsman.

The old warrior widened his eyes. It was as if he was looking at a demon in broad daylight. If the eyes were no veins, maybe now his eyes have rolled so much that they do not suspect it.

He seemed to want to say further. Unfortunately, Sang Hyang Widhi did not give permission.

He died bringing shock to the afterlife.

Cakra Buana immediately approached her lover after the fight was over.

"Love, let's go after the others soon. I'm sure, they've been waiting for us" Cakra Buana said seriously.

"Okay, I feel the same way, too," said the Wingless Angel approvingly of Cakra Buana.

The two couples immediately darted into the forest with the aim of catching up with the group. It was not difficult for the two to catch up, as His Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart had given a sign at the request of Cakra Buana in order to ease his path.

Within the forest, the entourage led by His Poison Hand Sacred Heart experienced one incident. They were surrounded by the members of the Death Skull Organization.

It seemed like the arrival of the entourage was already known by the enemy side. So that their superiors send troops to hit it.

No less than seventy people had surrounded from all directions. Fortunately, these people were only lower and middle class warriors.

So that his party Hand Poison Sacred Heart did not feel daunted though. Even with how dare he come forward alone.

"You want to block our way? Do you love your lives anymore?" asked Nyai the Hand of Sacred Heart Poison as she left her waist.

His voice is enough to vibrate the soul because it is accompanied by the exertion of magic air. Before long, two old men came forward and stood beside the old woman.

The Golden Spear King of the North and Grandfather Sakti Thick Eyebrows.

Both of them intend to face the ant in front of him at this time.

"You guys just shut up. Let our old ones relax the muscles for some time. It has also been a long time since we have been exercising" Grandpa Sakti said Thick Eyebrows.

The dozens of people who surrounded had already brandished their respective weapons. There were cleavers, swords, spears, even hoes.

But even though dozens of weapons have been brandished, there is no certainty that they are able to penetrate three old figures who are now ready to act.

"Heh hordes of rangrang ants, if indeed you do not want to see the sun tomorrow morning, please go ahead now. We will grant your request," the Golden Spear King from the North said with a laugh.

Dozens of members of the Death Skull Organization growled. They don't accept being called a gang of rangrang ants.

Although the men knew that the three old men were not random figures, but they had been sworn to carry out all the orders of their superiors no matter what.

Therefore, a short while later, dozens of people had already begun to advance in unison.