Swordsman Without a Name

The Body of the Sword

That guy's wearing a black robe. Her long hair looked wrinkled. Face dark. But it didn't show any expression. His eyes were empty. Like his soul is empty.

He's not like a human being. But it looks like a corpse. The body still has life. The face was without feeling. Like a sword on his back.

Both hands are folded on the chest. At first glance, the person looked like he had no ability whatsoever. But the way he stood was really solid. Even if the stormy wind was crashing, it seemed like the person would not waver in the slightest.

Cakra Buana looked down. He's a little gasp. That leg, that man, turned out to be a cripple. One leg was made of bamboo. Bamboo is very special because it will not be broken even though it is slashed by a very sharp machete.

Amidst the darkness, the bamboo emitted a sinister greenish glow. Shocking and scary.

The Sword Body.

The Nameless Swordsman's heart trembled slightly for a moment. For some reason, that person was like carrying a certain air. Cakra Buana was once faced with the heretical grandfather of Tionggoan. One of them was the Old Demon of the Earth Sky.

But it felt, he did not feel the strange air like now. As if, death always enveloped that person's body. There was an invisible air that always enveloped his entire body.

'Who is the most dangerous person among the other ten? Is that the Sword Body? Hemm, the murderous air coming out of his body is really strong. I don't know how many human lives have floated at the tip of his sword, ' the Inner Nameless Swordsman while continuing to pay attention to that person.

To become a feared swordsman, it does not need a lot of style. Although your appearance is normal, but if the murder that comes out of your body is so concentrated, then surely you will be a feared figure.

Like the Body of the Sword for example.

His appearance is very ordinary. Doesn't even show that he's an accomplished killer. But anyone knows, what's dangerous isn't that appearance. It was a sword and bamboo feet.

His sword is sharper than the mouth of a neighbor. And his bamboo feet are more dangerous than those of two-faced humans.

"Who are you?" heard the fat man holding the iron ball speak first.

"If you know, why ask again?" ask back the White Swallow.

The fat man laughed loudly. The sound of his laughter was so loud that it made his stomach rise and fall.

"The White Swallow is no one else. What did you come here for?"

"Whatever I came here for, it's none of your business,"

"Indeed, no, I'm just asking," said the fat guy with a bland laugh.

"If I don't you answer?"

"I won't force it,"

Both of them were silent. They stared at each other for a while, as if the two were measuring up to where the strength of their respective opponents was.

"Lantas, who is this young master?" ask the cramp while staring at the Nameless Swordsman.

"Don't you know who he is?" before Cakra Buana answered, the burly one on the edge said first.

"I don't think so" replied the fat man, shaking his head.

"Hemm, he is a young man of the Land of Pasundan who wanders to Tionggoan. His name is Cakra Buana, his nickname is the Nameless Swordsman. Lately the news is always spreading, when you don't know?"

The fat guy was dumbfounded. Then he looked at Cakra Buana from top to bottom. The man nodded while smiling warmly.

"I don't think it turned out to be a warrior who shook our martial world, nothing more than a handsome young man. Hemm, amazed, really amazed," praised the fat man sincerely.

If he was told to choose, it was certain that the young man chose not to be famous. Being famous turns out to be very difficult. Especially when it comes to the world.

Wherever he went, someone knew him. To make matters worse, he always meets enemies he never expected before.

"Thank you for your compliment. I myself feel uncomfortable, because to me, it is too much" replied Cakra Buana politely.

A highly skilled swordsman, usually they will choose to appreciate each other first. Because each knows where the shrewdness of his opponent candidate.

"Hahaha, your beirl is tall, good at being down. Who would have thought that young man seemed so dangerous?" said the cramp laughing.

What he said is true. If the person who did not know him at all, he would definitely never have expected that such a handsome and friendly young man, it turned out to be actually a youth more terrifying than the Angel of Death itself

"Can we start now?" ask someone else.

"Please, I will just follow the wishes of the host," Cakra Buana replied without releasing a warm smile on her mouth.

"good. You're a very strict young man,"

His words have just finished. But the attack came first. A wind blew against the Nameless Swordsman, a machete incision that suddenly almost hit his body.

It was fortunate that he was able to move beyond the speed of the attack itself.

The person who had just attacked felt increasingly curious, the next attack he immediately launched in succession.

Two people were also chasing after the White Swallow. The hot air blow and the stab of the steel crashing stick arrived.

The sword in his hand was instantly raised to dispel the stick's thrust. His left hand swung out from the opponent's punch.

Three people attacked. The other eight people were still silent in their respective places.

Plakk!!!

The right hand of the Nameless Swordsman had already slapped the wrist of the person who attacked him. Fortunately, the man had a strong grip. Otherwise, perhaps the machete had already been thrown far away.

He was pushed two steps back. Even to death, the person will not believe that he is able to be pushed in just a short time.

Yush!!!

The Nameless Swordsman will not wait any longer. His right hand struck three devastating blows. Roll up invisible energy came grabbing the opponent's body.

That guy's clumping in the air. His wagon was instantly unleashed launching a long-range attack.

Two warriors began to fight at close range. The very sharp gauge was scattering with punches and strokes that could not be looked at one eye.

Buana's chakra can avoid that devastating attack. But also his body is almost an easy target for the opponent.

"Dragon Crashing Storm …"

The Nameless Swordsman immediately took out his magic stance. The two fists moved nimbly to dodge and launch a great attack.

His two hands were like two dragons dancing in the fierce storm. His body darted into the opponent's machete-ray scroll.

Several times there was a sharp wind. The two hands were getting faster and faster. The Nameless Swordsman had already put out eight parts of inner power. If so, then his attack was beyond doubt.