Swordsman Without a Name

The Most Fearful Fear

Yush!!!

Red light enveloped the entire universe. As the elongated red light was seen, the three lights from three different heirloom weapons instantly vanished.

It was as if the combined light was engulfed to nothing by the elongated red light seen just now. Everything becomes one in one roll. That elongated red light seemed to flicker a few times.

The sound of clanking was heard several times. The sound of a stabbing also enlivened the atmosphere. All of this happened only for a moment. The Storm Fan Grandpa wanted to lunge into the fighting ring. Unfortunately he had to undo it, because once his intention arose, everything suddenly stopped.

The red light vanished without a trace. The previous three lights also disappeared without a trace.

The Nameless Swordsman was still standing in his original position. Even the way he stood up, the way he gripped the sword, everything was still the same as before. It was as if he had never moved a single bit from where he stood.

Three of Grandpa Fan Storm's comrades were the same. They are still standing with the position of combining the moves as would have been done before. Nothing moves between them.

But his face suddenly turned deathly pale like a corpse. The look in his eyes also described an indescribable feeling of fear. It was as if the feeling of fear that existed on the face of this earth was bestowed upon the three of them.

Grandfather Fan Storm did not understand any of this. He wanted to know what had really happened.

His three colleagues were not at all wrinkled. Slowly but surely, an enormous wound began to appear in the middle of the throats of the three of them. On each wrist there is an incision wound.

What the hell is going on? Why are the three of them silent?

Grandfather of the Storm Fan still had not found a definitive answer. He's watching everything.

The wounds in the throats of three colleagues suddenly enlarged. Like a newly created hole.

Pluck!!!

Suddenly their wrists fell down along with their weapons. The wrist is cut. Blood began to pour from his arm. Their throats also began to shed thick red blood.

But his facial expression was still the same. They don't look like they're in pain at all. The blood started to fall down.

"What are you doing?" ask Grandpa Fan Storm to Cakra Buana.

The old grandfather could no longer hold back his curiosity. He wanted to know immediately what had really happened.

"I'm waiting,"

"Wait what?"

"Waiting for three of your comrades to collapse to the ground,"

"Have they died?"

"I think you already know, apparently not yet. Hemm, in this world, are there people who don't feel pain when their wrists are cut and their throats are pierced by weapons?"

"Of course there isn't,"

"There,"

"Who?"

"The dead man. Wouldn't a dead person feel no pain again even if his body was cut into pieces?"

Grandfather the Storm Fan instantly silenced. Now he knows why his three colleagues don't look like they're feeling any pain. They're dead.

Three of his colleagues were completely wiped out. They fell to the ground simultaneously.

Grandfather Fan Storm was again made horrified. I don't know what style the foreigner has used. Only, he judged that the moves issued by him were really strange.

Fear began to envelop Grandpa Fan Storm's entire body. He wanted to get out of there, but it seemed like it was just a delusion. For after all, the old man was aware that the Nameless Swordsman would not allow him to leave.

"What demon did you use?" ask her with sharp eye-pushing eyes.

Cakra Buana smiled cynically. He had never expected that a high-class figure like Grandfather Fan Storm, was able to say silly.

A warrior who is under threat of death, usually they will say no. His goal was certainly only one, he only hoped that from the ridiculous words it could rid himself of the entanglement of death.

But, is it true that the Nameless Swordsman will let go?

"I don't want to know,"

"But I'm still gonna tell you,"

The Grandfather of the Storm Fan instantly fell silent. He realized that even though he talked all night long, it was still in vain. No matter what happens, the young man will still not release him.

"You're such a stubborn young man,"

"I'm stubborn, though,"

"It seems like there is no other way between us, forced to kill you. I'll see if you can withstand my Rhino Fan attack or not,"

"Please, I want to see where your fan's prowess is,"

Yush!!!

The Grandpa Fan Storm is moving. His right hand immediately gave a flick using his heirloom fan.

A great wind gushed out. The rocks were thrown in all directions.

Blarr!!!

The first explosion was heard. The Nameless Swordsman held back that fierce wind with his left palm.

Not yet had he returned to his original position, Grandfather Fan Storm had arrived with a close strike the first time. The fan fluttered several times so that it let out a dusty heat.

Both of his legs were silent. The leg also gives a great kick that leads to a certain point.

Cakra Buana does not wait for death. He instantly moved while swinging the Dragon Sword and the Tiger.

The red light extended back to the crack. The light that comes out looks as beautiful as a rainbow. The difference is, this rainbow brings death to anyone who sees it.

Grandfather Fan Storm gasped in shock. He felt a more violent wind gushing toward him. As much as possible the old man dodged to the side.

His anger is mounting great. During the misfortune across the martial world, Grandfather Fan Storm had never felt this angry. He attacked with a thump.

The fan flutter really unleashed a violent and unrelenting storm. All of its internal energy is collected and then combined with the fan. The most terrible move he had was issued with a grudge as deep as the ocean.

Cakra Buana greeted the storm calmly. He started spinning. Initially slowly. But the longer it went faster and faster so that his body disappeared from the sight of the human eye.

Red light is moving around the earth. The roar like a demon sounded creepy. The layer of death felt increasingly thickened.

The branch!!! Slebb!!!

The sound of a crash was heard once. The sound of a piercing object also sounded once. After the two voices sounded, everything suddenly disappeared. The veneer of death disappeared. The red light also went nowhere.

The situation became quiet. The body of Cakra Buana stands quietly and rigidly. The determination that was within him.

The Grandpa Fan Storm was glued. He's like a statue. A very frightened statue.

Slowly, the thick blood melted from the corner of his lips. The next moment he vomited blood. His throat was pierced by the tip of the sword.

Because basically, at that time the Dragon Sword and Tiger were still stuck in his throat.

This incident happened quickly. As fast as time goes on. As soon as the day and night change.

"What demonic moves are you in right now?" he asked with great difficulty because blood had filled all parts of his mouth.

"Shaped Lightning Sword Steps," Cakra Buana replied coldly.

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