Swordsman Without a Name

Grandpa Fan Hurricanes Throw

The Storm Fan Grandfather instantly rose in blood. His anger overflowed to the crown. His eyes grew sharp looking at the Nameless Swordsman. The eyes were as if they wanted to destroy the entire body of Cakra Buana.

It was fortunate that the person before him right now was a young man who held the title of Nameless Swordsman. Who hasn't heard the news about him in the past few months?

Everyone must have heard of it.

The prowess of the Nameless Swordsman who is now not much different from the Nameless Swordsman who tens then shook the martial world. Both have the same style.

Of course, because the two people indirectly have a very close relationship.

"I haven't ripped someone's mouth off with my duct fan in a long time," Grandfather said the Storm Fan grimly.

"Then, just rip it off. Why should you tell me?" cakra Buana pretended not to understand what the old man had said.

"Can I rip someone's mouth off?"

"It's very possible,"

"If that someone is you, is it still okay?"

"of course. Whynot? As long as you feel confident about ripping my mouth apart, then do it," challenged the Nameless Swordsman.

"Well, never regret what you said,"

"I never regretted my own words because they were all taken into account,"

Cakra Buana is very calculated. In any case, he always acts that way. All this time, the calculations were always accurate.

If he says he can do something, it means he can do it. But if he says he can't, then he really can't.

In life, taking into account everything before acting is the most important capital.

The Storm Fan Grandfather was already fed up with all sorts of Nameless Swordsman answers. To others, that young man might be very great. But to himself, the young man was nothing more than a small, arrogant rat.

Yush!!!

Three silver blade stalks shot very quickly in front of the Nameless Swordsman. The speed is faster than an eagle snatching prey. The threat is more dangerous than a jungle king.

The wind created from the three blades felt extremely sharp. It was as if the whirring of the wind alone was capable of tearing apart human skin.

The Nameless Swordsman twisted his body at high speed. The movement was no less fast than the three silver knife bars slide earlier.

The clapp!!! The clapp!! The clapp!!!

Dust steaming. The leaves fly because of the wind created by Cakra Buana.

The next scene would surprise anyone. All his life, the people who were there just saw what kind of events were now happening before their eyes.

The three silver blades that the Storm Fan Grandfather threw with all his might, were apparently able to be caught by the Nameless Swordsman.

To his surprise, the three knives were sandwiched between his three fingers.

Who would believe there was an event like this if not to see it in person?

The hurricanes Grandpa Fan has been famous throughout the martial world. Let alone high-class figures, the grandfather of the green jungle itself is not necessarily able to catch it.

But now, a young man with the nickname Swordsman No Name turned out to be able to catch the knife throw. This incident was truly the worst nightmare for Grandfather Fan Storm.

Dozens of years of training the science of throwing weapons, it turns out the results of all that is in vain. Though he was sure that under the sky, no one could resist the throw.

Unexpectedly, a young man who was considered still smelly kencur was actually able to catch him.

Yush!!!

Cakra Buana threw back the three silver blades. His speed was faster than Grandpa Fan's hurling. Silver light flashed simultaneously.

Slebb!!!

The next second three men collapsed to the ground. Their throats were pierced by the three knives. Amazingly, the three knives were not lodged in the throat of the victims. The small object continued to shoot through the back until it stopped after stuck in the trunk of a large tree.

Blood started to bathe the first three victims. They died without making a sound.

This incident went very short. No one can describe it clearly.

The six figures before Cakra Buana plus the seven remaining men were made gawking. The look at the young man suddenly changed.

Moreover, the view of the Grandfather Fan himself. To him, the Nameless Swordsman could really become a serious threat in the future.

"It turns out the science of throwing your gun isn't ugly either,"

"It's not ugly. But just so you know, just now it has not used all my strength," replied Cakra Buana slightly bragging.

"Amused, really impressed. Is your fighting science as good as your throwing science?"

"Why didn't you try it?"

Yush!!!

The seven Grandfather Fan Storm's men instantly moved at that very instant. Seven machete sticks have been drawn up and ready to be hacked into the body of the Nameless Swordsman.

They jump at the same time. The attacks that arrived were also simultaneous. Silver flashes filled the sky. The Nameless Swordsman was still standing with both hands in the fold behind.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

The first reading came to head up. The second sabetan leads to the right shoulder. Those seven different attacks were truly fatal.

But their potential victims still look relaxed.

Yush!!!

The red light moves very fast. The sound of a broken loud object began to sound crowded. The next second, the sound of a stifled cry began to echo in each other's ears.

As the red shadow stopped as it was, by then the Storm Fan Grandfather's men had collapsed to the ground. They died in terrible circumstances. Seven victims, seven different wounds.

Everything is going to bring a horrible feeling. But for those who are victims, this death may be much better than having to look at other more horrific events.

The wind blows softly. The sound of crickets broke the silence that was there. In addition to being wet due to dew, the ground also began to get wet by the blood.

Fishy smell piercing nose. But the seven high-class figures were still standing confidently.

Yush!!!

One person was moving at an incredible speed. The man took out his weapon which was two short swords. A fierce attack instantly rained down on the body of the Nameless Swordsman.

Not yet finished the first person attack, the second attack had already come again. Golden light flashed piercing the heart. A trident half the length of the fathom has posed a great threat to Cakra Buana.

The young man still avoided. He has not put up any resistance at all. Cakra Buana's habit is that he prefers to read up on the strength of the opponent and learn his attacks.

If those two things were already understandable, then he would slim down moving.