Swordsman Without a Name

Eleven Shadows

"Detach ..." snapped the Nameless Swordsman.

Two powerful wind rolls came crashing down on his two opponents. There's no way out anymore. The only way is to release the machete in hand.

For that reason, without thinking long, they immediately released their respective cleaver. The two goals are now in the hands of the Unnamed Swordsman.

The owner jumped back four steps to survive the previous attack. They also had time to clump together to be free from the snares of death.

"If your abilities are only like this, it is better to immediately go and call the people above you. I'm too lazy to kill people like you, "coked Cakra Buana while throwing two loot sticks.

The two men felt angry. The words of the Nameless Swordsman just now were truly a very deep insult. No one will take it for granted.

So too with them.

But after thinking for a while, the two preferred to be determined. Because if they come back free, their lives will surely be lost. Regulations in the territory of the landlord are indeed very strict.

For them, it was better to die on the battlefield than to go home with a failure. Therefore, I do not know how many people the landlord who died silly because of their inability to carry out their duties.

"We'd better be able to return to failure" he said, then prepare to launch a deadly attack.

"If that's what you want, fine. I will fulfill it right now," said Pendekar Unnamed ketus.

On the other hand, the White Swallow still had a fight between life and death against one enemy. It turns out that even though he is old, his swordplay is getting bigger and better.

Now he is in an attacking position. The sword in his hand was tilted aiming at the right rib part of the opponent. His left leg moved as well. The leg launched a sweep that contained great power.

His opponent was trembling. But he is the same as the others. He is better off than going home empty-handed.

The weapon in his hand trembled so much that it looked to be some shadow. His attack speed was greater than before.

Two warriors were already seen in a fierce fight. The White Swallow jumped high. His sword launched four stabs and two sabetages.

White light dazzles the eyes when exposed to the place of the lantern in the luxury building.

Although both of these fights made a loud noise, it did not feel like it would be heard clearly into the room. Because the distance to get there is still quite far.

"Flying Swords Under a Raindrop …"

Yush!!!

The Swiftlet darted quickly forward. His ultimate sword moves were issued with high inner exertion. The sword was like a needle that was thrown quickly. Always moving in all directions, but able to be pulled and changed attack style suddenly.

His white robe fluttered in the wind. His own person was currently levitating a series of death slashes and stabs.

Towards the forty, the sword belonging to the White Swallow managed to pierce the hull of his opponent. Blood gushed from the mouth of the man.

The weapon that had been held tightly, now suddenly fell so that it made a loud noise. His own person instantly collapsed the moment the opponent's sword had been plucked.

The sword tip of the White Swallow was still dripping fresh blood. The man still stood quietly. His breathing was very regular, his face also developed a warm smiley sekulum.

At first glance, no one would have thought that he had just had a death fight.

The Battle of the Nameless Swordsman had almost reached its end. His two opponents were completely unable to do anything. They were only able to survive and continue like that until now.

Even though he now had a deep energy that was difficult to match, yet he did not want to always use all his strength. Although he can run a fight in a short time, but he does not want to practice it.

The reason for that was because the young man still needed an experience from each fight. Because with a lot of experience, he can learn a lot.

Starting from how to fend off a certain style, how to avoid death attacks, and so on. Because in reality, learning is very necessary even though we are at the top.

Unless the situation is no longer possible. If it is like that, then it must be the highest stance must come out immediately.

Facing his two current opponents, his high-level stance did not need to be excluded. With just an ordinary style, the Nameless Swordsman was very confident that he was able to finish this fight.

And now he does. That young man wasn't so serious, but now, another story.

His right hand rolled forward. A machete was immediately clamped, as fast as lightning he immediately broke the machete.

The clangg!!!

The hole was broken right away. The sharp flakes of his machete, he threw at the opponent's body at high speed. Without being able to dodge, his opponent was immediately killed at the tip of the fragment of his own weapon.

His comrades who still survived growled ferociously. He attacked me madly. His banter was played in such a way that it looked to be some shadow.

Buana's chakra shifts her right leg and tilts her body to avoid the attack. His left hand is attacking the opponent. With one index finger, he pressed the machete rod.

The clangg!!!

The opponent's wagon was made to break back with just one finger. Once the machete was broken, the Nameless Swordsman immediately flicked his hand towards the opponent.

The guy bounced back. Body rolls. The man died instantly. From his mouth came fresh blood.

It turned out that in the flutter earlier, tucked a great energy that shook the internal organs of the opponent.

The Buana chakra returns to its original position. Both hands are placed behind.

"Who else?" he shouted while glancing around.

But there's no answer. All that was heard was a gust of wind gushing through his body and waving his robe.

"You okay?" ask Cakra Buana to the White Swallow.

"of course. You don't worry. There are fifteen opponents like them though, I can still fight against them" replied the White Swallowed vigorously.

The howls of dogs in the distance were heard carrying a sinister feeling. Two people dressed in red and white stood quietly waiting for the next opponent.

No need to wait too long, because a few moments later suddenly appeared dozens of human shadows. Their clothes are diverse, as well as their faces and appearance.

But the concern of Cakra Buana is only three people. It is the fattest, crumbiest, and heaviest person.

The fat man held an iron ball that was joined by a chain and had spines around it. The most flattened one held only two guns. Spear and flute.

The heaviest of mediums does not seem to carry anything. He was empty-handed, but the look in his eyes displayed peerless cruelty.

Apart from those three people, the Nameless Swordsman watched fixedly on a person who stood at the very back while leaning against a tree.