Swordsman Without a Name
The Death of the Sword Body
Blarr!!!
The first big explosion happened. The two swordsmen bounced backwards.
The Nameless Swordsman was unwilling to waste this best chance.
The supreme stance of the sword stance he possessed was instantly expelled right then and there.
"Shaped Lightning Sword Steps …"
The silver light emitted a great power. The sword in the hands of the Nameless Swordsman vanished from the eyes of the opponent. All it felt was a sharp whirring of wind tearing through the skin. All that is seen is the shadow of death.
The Sword Body was bluffing its teeth firmly. His sword was also gripped even tighter. He snarled loudly and then jumped forward.
The consecutive sword slashes and sword tiqda stabs stopped instantly he lay down.
Srett!!! Srett!!!
Twice the same sound was heard. The fight stopped for a moment. The two warriors jumped backwards. Both were totally unexpected.
Every part of their body was injured. Cakra Buana's shoulder was torn slightly. This was the first time he had sustained injuries after such a long battle with the sword.
The Sword Body was the same. He had a wound on the right thigh. This was his first experience of an opponent successfully injuring him.
All his life, he would never forget an event like this. The mouth that had always been closed, that always cold face, was now showing an expression of pain.
He's never experienced this before. He also just sensed that there was a sword capable of giving this kind of pain.
"The sword is amazing" praised the Sword Body.
"Like your sword, too," Cakra Buana replied honestly.
The two praised each other. Each one of them acknowledged the prowess of his opponent.
Wutt!!!
The Nameless Swordsman moved first. The Shaped Unshaped Lightning Sword Technique he still gave to attack the opponent. The difference was, the power contained this time was much greater.
Its ferocity, speed and precision were far more terrifying than before.
The Sword Body strengthened its resolve. He lunged to welcome the opponent's attack.
Srett!!! Slebb!!!
Blood spurting. A hoarse voice rang out breaking the silence.
Dust billowing high. The wind blew again.
The Dragon and Tiger Sword had already pierced right in the middle of the Sword Body's throat. That person looked at his opponent with a look of disbelief.
Fresh blood filled his mouth. The Sword Body coughed up blood. His face slowly began to pale.
"A very good move," he said with a knotty smile.
Cakra Buana did not answer.
Instead, the young man directly whipped out the sword from the opponent's throat then leaped back as far as possible.
Duarr!!!
A deafening explosion was heard. Suddenly dozens of secret weapons flew rapidly towards Cakra Buana.
The Nameless Swordsman played his sword quickly. Dozens or maybe even hundreds of secret weapons were successfully repelled all of them.
After several moves to fend off the rain of secret weapons, suddenly the atmosphere became silent. So quiet.
The Sword Body disappeared. Turns out he blew himself up with a certain device. His whole body was destroyed. Pieces of body splattered on the ground with blood that still continued to pour.
Cakra Buana could only sigh deeply.
He used to fight. He also used to watch his opponents commit suicide.
Only, just this time he saw there was a person who was really desperate to blow up his own body.
The young man stepped slowly. He's approaching White Wallet's body. His body was immediately on the bopong then stepped away from there.
Cakra Buana intends to bury the body of his partner first. After finding a suitable place, the young man immediately dug the ground and entered the body of his friend who began to stiffen.
The night wind blows with sadness. The Nameless Swordsman looked at the new land.
"Rest in peace. I promise you, the landlord's name will no longer be heard on this earth. Your body may die, but your spirit will never die. I'm going to go find that guy. I will fight to finish off everyone who is there. I fight with my body, with my sword, and with your spirit" muttered Cakra Buana.
His voice was hoarse. Anger was still clearly reflected in the voice.
He really went back. In just a moment, his body had already disappeared from there.
The young man had arrived at the place of the fight earlier. But what he saw right now was completely different from what he had been. A dozen bodies have disappeared. Dozens of other bodies have disappeared.
That page is clean. Without any bloodstains, without any body parts.
Who would have thought that in a short time, the place that was once ravaged by poranda, now actually looks very neat. There was no visible trace of the fight. What is seen is actually dozens of people living in black clothes.
In their hands were various weapons. Dozens of people had already surrounded the Nameless Swordsman.
Heart's shuddered. Now he realized that he had fallen into the trap of the enemy. There's no way out anymore. If he was not determined then expending all his strength, then the hope of revenge would no longer exist. He might not even be able to live much longer.
Without saying much more, the Nameless Swordsman suddenly retracted the Dragon and Tiger Sword. He instantly charged at all his opponents with already raging fury.
Although fighting alone, but the spirit in itself is not alone. He brought the spirit of the White Wallet. His football is much more powerful.
The heirloom sword that once rattled the martial world moved as fast as lightning. Slashing the heads of all opponents, taking their lives with a very short time. Slashing stomach, piercing heart, kicking head.
All of these movements are done at about the same time. In just a moment, dozens of human lives had already been lost.
The Nameless Swordsman did not stop. He continued to move while launching various sorts of consecutive attacks. The slashes and sword thrusts charged at the opponent incessantly.
His body was like the shadow of a tribe that could float freely without any constraints. He really was like a very angry tiger.
If a tiger was in a great rage, then anything would not be able to withstand it.
Five lives were lost back. The human head rolls like a chariot wheel off its hinges.
Blood spurted about his red clothes. The screams of death were heard alternately. The cries of enduring the pain rang out continuously without stopping.
Ten lives back up. The situation there is much more dire than before.
During this time, Cakra Buana used the Shaped Lightning Sword Technique. He killed all the opponents in just two or three attacks.
His body is moving upwards. His sword was still moving unleashing a fierce slash. Human life is back.
His fight had only been running for about fifteen minutes. But the death toll at the tip of his sword was far from anyone's estimate. No less than thirty lives were lost. They died carrying their own fears.
