Swordsman Without a Name

Farewell Smile

The tip of the sword passed half a knuckle on the edge of Cakra Buana. The Shadowless Swordsman was a little surprised, he never expected that the young man would be able to dodge his famous deadly attack.

All this time, he had not found any more worthy opponents. The swordplay he had mastered had reached the perfect stage. The reason he was nicknamed the Shadowless Swordsman was because it was in accordance with reality.

As he moved with his sword, no one was able to see him. When the old man moved a sword, the sword he held seemed to have no shadow.

Although it was just an ordinary sword, but if it was already in his hand, it could turn into an heirloom sword. An heirloom sword that can destroy everything.

If a swordsman holds a sword, then his awesomeness should not be asked again.

The fight between the two top class figures is still ongoing. The longer the more intense the lagit.

Cakra Buana no longer issued 3 Lightning Sword Steps. The Nameless Swordsman preferred to take out the Shaped Lightning Sword Technique.

A terrible terrible move. The pinnacle of the swordsmanship he had learned. The essence of the three dangerous styles of the Unnamed Swordsman legacy.

If that young man had already taken out that monstrous stance, would the Shadowless Swordsman still be able to fight against him?

The Nameless Swordsman moved back. For the umpteenth time, he charged towards the Shadowless Swordsman fiercely.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger darted out giving one an extremely fast stab. His movements could not be followed by the naked eye. Even his own opponent was unable to see it clearly.

If the Shadowless Swordsman who was a swordsman chose a match just could not see the attack, let alone others?

The red light flashed like a meteor falling to the earth. The loud clanking was heard several times. During his journey in Tionggoan, it was only this time that the Nameless Swordsman found an opponent who was able to withstand the Shaped Lightning Sword Force for some buzz.

The nine inner parts of energy he immediately mustered. The Dragon Sword and Tiger vanished like they were swallowed by the earth. The sharp wind swirling felt tearing skin.

The Shadowless Swordsman was like a confused person. He was unable to guess where the direction of Cakra Buana's attack was.

The clash of two kinds of sharp weapons met again. But only for a moment, only a moment, because the next second the impact was not visible anymore. The red light and black light were no longer visible.

Everything disappears. Everything vanished swallowed by the darkness of the night that increasingly enveloped the earth.

Fresh blood suddenly spurted. The tip of the Dragon and Tiger Sword had broken through the Shadowless Swordsman's headstone.

All his life, the old man never imagined that he would be finished in the hands of a young swordsman.

But even so, he had no regrets at all. The Shadowless Swordsman actually felt proud. He was very, very proud to be killed at the hands of a swordsman with whom he was in a stream.

Fellow swordsmen, let alone swordsman swordsmen choose a match, could die in his hands was a pride in itself. It was an achievement that could not necessarily be achieved by any other swordsman.

Eventually the initial ideals can be realized. The Shadowless Swordsman had a dream of dying at the tip of an opponent's sword that was equivalent to his, and that dream, now actually happened.

Fresh blood filled his mouth. The intense pain has spread throughout the old body. His head feels like it's about to break.

But the Shadowless Swordsman did not show the slightest expression of pain. He showed an expression of happiness.

The old man smiled. A warm smile, like the smile of a friend to his own friend. That smile was the exact opposite of the smile he had given before.

Cakra Buana smiled. Although the Shadowless Swordsman did not speak clearly, but the young man already knew the reason behind those words.

"Therefore, rest in peace" replied the Nameless Swordsman with a smile.

The Shadowless Swordsman returned the smile. Warm smile, farewell smile.

Is a goodbye smile always sad? Does a goodbye smile always feel bad?

The old man collapsed along with the fall of the sword grasped in the right hand.

If a swordsman had dropped his sword, then that meant he had died.

The sword fell, and life fell.

This expression is proven now. As the sound of the fall of the sword stopped, just then also the Shadowless Swordsman let out a final breath.

The wind blows back. The red robe of the Nameless Swordsman was blown as breezy as the wind carried the cold.

The young man still stood. Cakra Buana hasn't left. His pair of eyes were still looking at the now lifeless body.

He doesn't want to leave. He won't leave either. Especially if there were enough people present.

"If you guys have come, why are you still hiding like that? Why not show yourself and prove that you're not cowards?"

The voice of the Nameless Swordsman sounded resolute and authoritative. Every word spoken is slightly pressed so as to add some serenity in it.

Just now that Cakra Buana's speech was finished, from various corners of the bush suddenly came out several body figures.

They jump in turn. In just a moment, the already deserted place suddenly crowded back.

The number that came was no less than fifteen people. Even though it is quite a bit, but those who come are upper class figures of the lake river.

Even some of them are the chairman of various universities around the place.

Cakra Buana was a little surprised. It turns out that there have been a lot of people since. Unfortunately due to being too focused on the fight, the Nameless Swordsman was unable to sense the presence of the figures.

Only after his battle with the Shadowless Swordsman was over could he feel the presence of those people.

Among the fifteen figures present, there was one person who made the body of the Nameless Swordsman tremble violently.

That person was the person he had been looking for all this time. The Nameless Swordsman had indeed intended to look for him after finishing the fight with the Shadowless Swordsman. Unexpectedly, now the person actually came alone without having to painstakingly search.

The fifteen figures stood quietly. For a long time, no one had spoken between them.

Fifteen pairs of eyes continued to pay attention to him. As well as the young man, he himself kept an eye on the people present.

The pair of Cakra Buana eyes emitted a single sharp radiance. The light seemed to be able to pierce through even a large stone.