Swordsman Without a Name

The Blue Orchid Goddess

His Poison Hand Sacred Heart was silent as the Wingless Angel asked about who the beautiful woman called the Goddess was.

He didn't answer. Not because they do not want or because they are upset with the lover of the Nameless Swordsman. He did not answer because his heart was in pain.

In the past, the woman called the Goddess was indeed his disciple, she was the only disciple of His Hand Poison Sacred Heart. The old woman named her the Blue Orchid Goddess.

The Blue Orchid Goddess since childhood has been cared for by His Hand Poison Sacred Heart. At first, on the way he found a girl who was crying over her mother's body on the edge of the forest.

It is said that the mother of the little girl was killed by a group of people. So did his father.

Since then, the little girl who later named the Blue Orchid Goddess, was cared for and raised like her own child by Nyai Hand Poison Sacred Heart whose real name is Sriwedari Purnamasari.

She was raised lovingly like a real mother to her own child. Even so unfortunately, the old woman lowered almost all the devotion she had to the little girl.

Including some of the sacred books he kept.

At first their relationship went as well as it should. Like a mother and child. It's hard to be happy they always pass together.

Darling, once the Purple Orchid Goddess dared to steal the entire heritage book belonging to Sriwedari or Nyai Hand of Poison. I don't know what the reason is so that the girl dares to do the deed.

Even more than that, the two had fought until in the end Nyai Hand Poison Sacred Heart was defeated by him. The reason is because the Goddess Orchid has known the weakness of the old woman. In addition, he has also mastered all the knowledge that has been inherited.

Since that incident, His Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart shut itself off from the outside world to mature its knowledge and create new knowledge to defeat its former student.

While the Blue Orchid Goddess herself chose to create a container of cult organization to realize her dream to become the ruler of the martial world.

It was just that all along, he had preferred to shut himself down. Because with just his index finger alone, he could even command a top-class male swordsman to do as he wished.

Of course there's a reward.

Right, warmth.

Were it not for the warmth, would they have wanted to be told all sorts of things? Of course not.

Warmth. The gentle caress and beautiful game of a very beautiful woman like the Blue Orchid Goddess, which man would refuse her?

Let alone being told to fight. If the word is told to walk on the coals of the fire though, the men who do need warmth, will certainly do it.

Just looking at his face was already luck. Seeing the shape of his body was already a huge sustenance. Especially if you can feel the warmth of your body?

Perhaps for them, it was the greatest sustenance given by God.

Because of this, the Death Skull Organization quickly spread its wings in just a short period of time. All kinds of ways to disrupt the martial world of Java has been done.

The result is as it is today. The organization of the Dead Skull managed to become the most feared organization in the Land of Java. Just a step away, they or especially the Blue Orchid Goddess would reach the pinnacle of glory of being a ruler of the green jungle.

Honey, when he was almost to the top, he actually got into big trouble. Especially since the appearance of the Nameless Swordsman.

"Hey, if I'm not mistaken, he's your disciple, isn't he?" ask the Unnamed Swordsman.

His Poison Hand Sacred Heart only nodded slowly. He seemed to be feeling a deep heartache.

Whoever he was, would definitely feel the same way that if it had ever been in the position of the Poison Hand just like today.

Betrayed by friends or friends alone, it feels very painful. Especially being betrayed by a disciple who was even considered a child himself? It may be tens or even hundreds of times as painful.

Finished saying so, he immediately lunged forward.

He chose the opponent of the person who had made him rise in blood just a moment ago.

Who else if not the old geezer who always held a skull stick?

The two old grandfathers had faced off. Without saying much, they immediately launched their respective attacks.

The prowess of the staff and spear began to be seen in the air. The first clash sounded heavy. Both were pushed back.

"Heh grandfather smelled the earth of the grave, quite your knowledge as well," the grandfather sneered the skull stick to the Golden Spear King.

"What a fuck you're wrinkled. If I'm not great, how could I possibly be the grandfather of the martial world?"

"Nrou …"

The grandfather who was his opponent was a little surprised. He just found out that he had picked the wrong opponent. Although his knowledge is almost equivalent to a grandfather, but he is not sure will win.

As soon as he finished saying, the Golden Spear King immediately charged back. His heirloom spear was swung from left to right.

Golden rays were seen splitting the air. The opponent jumped and shook his wand.

The collision happened again. But this time they both stopped. They immediately launched other moves.

After the Golden Spear King started the fight, along with this, other figures also started.

His Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart certainly chose his former disciple as the opponent.

The Nameless Swordsman obtained the opponent of the swordsman who was armed with two swords. The Wingless Angel alongside the Thick Eyebrow Grandfather fought a tall thin old woman and a man about forty years old. Mr. Santeno the Hand of No Mercy against an empty-handed swordsman as well.

The Twin Dagger Swordsman gains an opponent of an old geezer holding a black flute.

The battle of the peak has already begun. I don't know who will win this fight. Will on His side the Poison Hand fall victim? Or vice-versa?

No one knows for sure about it.

Meanwhile, the remaining members also fought against the other lower-class members of the Death Skull Organization.

The battle broke out again.Life is no longer worth it. A loud clash immediately sounded filled the horizon and echoed carried by the night wind.

The clash of weapons made everyone's ears buzz.

The battle had just begun, but the casualties began to fall one by one. Of course the victim was from the other side.

Because the members of His Poison Hands are members of the State Protective Organization. Although only a member, but his strength is no doubt.

The Nameless Swordsman had slid forward. Both fingers open his hand intending to claw the opponent in the brow and chest.

If until the first attack is successful, it is certain that the opponent will be heavily injured because the attack is accompanied by high power.

Unfortunately, the opponent was not an abal-abal warrior. Besides being proficient in twin swordsmanship, it turns out that he is also quite skilled in playing empty-handed moves.