Swordsman Without a Name

Twenty People of the World

The Storm Fan Grandpa didn't speak anymore. He just glared, his pair of eyes like they were about to come out of the cavity of his head.

The Nameless Swordsman unsheathed the Dragon and Tiger Sword. Just then the Storm Fan Grandfather instantly collapsed to the ground. He's been wiped out. Faded with a fear that could not be described anymore.

The atmosphere returned. The night was quiet again. Everything gone. Everything's lost. Including the Nameless Swordsman. The boy was no longer there. I don't know where it went. What was clear, his departure was like a demon capable of disappearing in just a moment.

Not too long later, a group of people numbering in their twenties suddenly emerged from behind the bushes. Their clothes are different colors. Everyone has differences with others.

Face's different. Different weapons. His name is different too. Nothing is the same from them all.

Of course, because these twenty people are actually not a group. Not a college student. They were martial world figures who stood alone in their respective paths.

Those guys were actually never together like tonight. They were never this big either.

Only, now it is an exception. These people are united because they have a purpose. The same goal. The same determination.

Other than wanting the death of the Nameless Swordsman, what else did they want?

"The young man is really dangerous" said one old woman. He was almost in his seventies, although it was half a century more, but the look of his face was still arguably beautiful. The wrinkles on his face were also not as much as those people who were his age.

"He is indeed dangerous, which is why we must finish him immediately" replied one man who was the shortest among the others.

That person is commonly called the Little Dwarf as Fast as Lightning. Although his body was a little unique, but his ability could not be underestimated. The Little Dwarf as Fast as Lightning was even aligned as a top-class figure.

All the people who were in one stream with him felt a little disdain for the dwarf.

"What are we gonna do now?" ask the others.

"We should be able to trap him. Soon the time for the assembled figures is almost here, that time we must unite to kill him,"

"Is the time you're referring to the day the two heirlooms were seized?" ask the Little Dwarf as Fast as Lightning to the one who spoke just now.

"Of course, if it wasn't that day, what day would it be?" timpal was that guy.

"We can't just move. I heard that she is a good friend of Huang Pangcu, everyone knows who and how the power of the old bangka," said the old grandmother who has the nickname Young Women.

The twenty top-class martial world figures who were there were pensive for a moment. Although they were black streams, but they were also still human.

They are imagining an extraordinary event if it is true that the thing they are talking about happens later.

If until Huang Pangcu intervenes to defend the Nameless Swordsman, it is certain that other high-class figures from the white stream will also not remain silent. Moreover, everyone knows that Huang Pangcu is one of the grandfathers of the martial world.

"You guys just calm down. Huang Pangcu's problem let me take care of it, I'm sure the old man is still looking at me. As long as we act a little manly, he can definitely consider everything" said an old geezer who had since silenced his mouth.

When the old man spoke, no one denied him. Everyone is silent. Even the universe is like silence. Everything is like submissive. Wibawa old grandfather who has a thin dry body posture is really amazing.

Who is the old grandfather? What is his position in the world of peace? Why did the dozens of figures present there look so afraid of him?

The extremely dignified grandfather nodded while laughing out loud. He has always been proud of what he has achieved to what he is today.

"Now what are we going to do?" ask another character.

"Recover their bodies" the old man replied as he pointed towards the scattered corpse.

"But we don't know them very well,"

"Although not familiar, but anyway they are still a stream with us,"

After the old man confirmed so. All the characters immediately silenced. No one spoke between them anymore.

At once dozens of figures immediately clean up the bodies. They made one big hole and buried all the bodies.

After which, the twenty top-class figures of the martial world instantly shot away out of nowhere. Just for a moment, the atmosphere there was instantly silent for a moment.

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It's morning. The natural atmosphere around the forest is still beautiful. As the morning breeze blew lightly caressing the body. The birds sound cheerful. The residents began to go out to carry out their respective activities.

Cakra Buana is walking alone. His body was among the crowd of people passing by at the market in the city.

The goal is currently to find the Bulim Bengcu building (patriate world leader). The new Nameless Swordsman realized that he was already three days late from the promised time.

As told earlier, the Nameless Swordsman along with Li Guan the Blind Who Knows Everything and Huang Pangcu had entered into an agreement that they would meet a week later in the Bulim Bengcu building.

Unfortunately, somehow, Cakra Buana actually suddenly arrived at the Rajawali Sakti University unintentionally. To make matters worse, he forgot that he had made a previous agreement.

Cakra Buana only remembered after three days later, which is why, as soon as he remembered, the Nameless Swordsman immediately had the intention to immediately look for the Bulim Bengcu building.

After traveling for a long time and asking the people he met on the streets, Cakra Buana finally managed to find out the location of the destination building.

By the time the young man arrived at the Bulim Bengcu building, time had already shown him the afternoon.

Red light is shining all over the earth. The grass turned a little red.

The atmosphere there is still crowded. It turns out that the Bulim Bengcu building is located in the middle of urban areas. The building is so grand. In the city, it feels like there are no more buildings that exceed the magnificent Bulim Bengcu.

The entire building was covered by a fortress that was nearly two spears tall. The fort was very strong. As solid as the building itself.

Dozens of guards stood in their respective places. All places in the Bulim Bengcu building are heavily guarded by these guards.

The guards here are not careless guards. All are the chosen ones. Even if told further, dozens of guards were equivalent to a martial world first-class swordsman.

Cakra Buana is relaxed. He stood in front of the gate of the building. Four guards immediately blocked his footsteps.