Story of Maung Kulon

Darma Loka's

"Mirgin …"

The God's Heirloom Sword has been removed. The sword is shiny under the darkness of the night. Seeing this, his opponent was a little shocked. Because he could sense there was an aura that could not come out of that sword.

Cakra Buana ready to attack. Same with that leader. Both are ready.

Without waiting any longer, Langlang Cakra Buana charged forward with the Godly Heirloom Sword. His movements suddenly grew faster.

The attack came, his sword began to stab into the heart of the opponent. Fortunately the leader was ready, so he could avoid the dangerous sword thrust.

The traitor leader took a few steps back, then he started swinging the Grey Teak Keris, grey rays coming out snatching every time he swung them.

Langlang Cakra Buana was undaunted, easily jumping and sometimes salting in the air to avoid long-range attacks.

His enemy continued to swing the Grey Teak Kris nonstop. Cakra Buana also kept trying to avoid while trying to get closer.

Once close, he began to give out attacks with the God Heirloom Sword again.

"Guard …"

"Guard …"

The wind roared sharply as the heirloom sword swung it.

"City …"

"City …"

The two heirlooms collided to cause sparks of fireworks. The traitorous leader was shocked, as his hands trembled as his dagger collided with the Cakra Buana sword.

The warrior Maung Kulon did not want to lose. He continued to increase his attack power until it became even more powerful.

"Reliminat …"

"Mahh …"

His opponent's chest was violently torn apart when the God's Heirloom Sword managed to hit him. With the Shadowless Sword Technique, his opponent instantly collapsed motionless. Die.

After his opponent was confirmed dead, Langlang Cakra Buana left the place to head to Walanda headquarters again.

Just a few breaths, the all-white young man had already arrived in front of Walanda headquarters. Without wasting time, Cakra Buana just attacked the two gate guards until they died right away.

He started to get inside the base. With subtle movements without making a sound, Cakra Buana almost arrived at the prison where the natives were taken captive.

Seeing that there was someone who would save them, of course the natives were very happy. But hurriedly the prisoner who looked like a swordsman gave the code so as not to be noisy.

Unfortunately, it has not been able to move further, the existence of Langlang Cakra Buana is known to the enemy.

In just a moment, dozens of Walanda soldiers had come out to besiege Cakra Buana. Knowing this, he immediately ran and stopped in the middle of the vast field.

The warrior Maung Kulon was surrounded by the forces of the Demon Golok Organization. They were no less than thirty people. Even their leaders have surrounded.

There are also two people with swordsman appearance with indigenous facial features. They are none other than the traitors of the nation who became stooges of the invaders.

"Who are you?" asked the leader of the Demon Golok Organization furiously.

"You don't need to know who I am. Instead, who are you?" ask back Langlang Cakra Buana.

"I'm the leader here. I used to be called Darma Loka, you better give up and become our member. You've been surrounded by young people" said the leader, who claimed to be named Darma Loka.

"I'm not supposed to be a member of the rotten invaders like you. Only hungry native dogs will be your minions" Langlang Cakra Buana said.

Hearing that, they were indigenous warriors who became minions very furious, they had intended to attack. But soon arrested by Darma Loka.

"Hold it!" yells.

"Young man, once again I warn, surrender and become our member. Your life will be assured, you will be given the rank of leader of the army," said Darma Loka persuaded Cakra Buana.

"Once I say no, up to a thousand times you speak, the answer remains the same" Cakra Buana said sternly.

"Soldiers, prepare!!!" he said give orders.

Thirty soldiers prepared. The arrows in each of them were pointed towards Langlang Cakra Buana. Presumably the arrow was ready to rain down on his body.

Langlang Cakra Buana looked at all of them with sharp eyes. His right hand was already holding the God Heirloom Sword to be plucked out.

"Foot!!"

"Grush …"

The sound of the sound of the arrow reverberating broke the ears raining down on Cakra Buana. Along with the exclamation earlier, the all-white young man had gone so fast by using the knowledge of Saifi Wind and God Tearing Mountain.

Know-how, one by one the troops of the organization was killed with wounds on each neck to make the neck was almost broken.

The other troops were of course daunted. Their shots started to go awry in all directions. There were even some shots that hit their own comrades.

As time went on, the army dwindled until all the soldiers died with the same wounds.

This incident made Darma Loka and the two warriors slightly in disbelief. If the old swordsman did, they might not be too surprised.

But these? Who did it was a very young warrior. He was only about twenty-two years old.

The three were stunned to mix furiously to Langlang Cakra Buana. As for the young man, just stand with the sword sheathed again. Even while smiling.