Swordsman Without a Name

Flying Knife Swordsman

The night has come. The Nameless Swordsman was sitting on top of the attic. The young man remained alone. He was watching a beautiful full moon night.

The smell of flowers pierced the nose. The sound of crickets was heard behind the bush.

Friends of the Nameless Swordsman are gone. They split up to do their own job. Now he's alone again.

By ourselves. Lonesome.

They both became the most loyal friends.

In the young man's right hand was a urn of wine. Fragrant wine previously bought by Tiang Bengcu.

His red robe was blown off by the wind. His long hair was moved by the wind. Face's calm. He was half drunk.

But even so, the young man remained vigilant. Although his eyes started to look sharp, they were still sharp. Perhaps sharper than the eyes of a tiger.

Although already in a semi-conscious state, but he can still standby. If there was a sudden threat, the young man would immediately move.

Yush!!!

Suddenly, the Nameless Swordsman actually moved. He jumped up high and bouncy then ran on the roof.

The red shadow flashed. Just a few jumps away, he was far from where he was.

Who's he after? What disturbance has attacked him?

After a moment of running, the Nameless Swordsman suddenly stopped. The young man was standing between a small alley in a village that had no idea what his name was.

The area of the alley is at most only about one meter. Turns out that alley was a dead end alley. The walls of the alley began to be filled with green moss. A disgusting beast like a cockroach, seemed to be several tails running in shock at the presence of humans.

In front of the Nameless Swordsman was one stranger. The man was wearing dark blue clothes. He was still quite young, probably only around thirty-nine years old.

"You think it's easy to kill me?" ask the Nameless Swordsman while squinting at the person.

"I just misjudged you," the man replied coldly.

"Because of that mistake you have to pay with your life,"

The man fell silent. He strongly believed and was very confident that the words of the Nameless Swordsman could be proved. Moreover, he realized his position which was only a man's errand.

"Who told you to?"

Wutt!!! Bruk!!!

Cakra Buana had not had time to get an answer, the person before him suddenly fell down. As soon as his body touched the ground, the person had been motionless. He's been killed. Killed without making any sound.

Who killed him? Why did he suddenly die?

The Nameless Swordsman walked over to the person. As soon as he arrived in front of his body, he immediately bowed to inspect it.

The young man had sharp eyes. If his eyes are sharp, the slightest thing usually cannot trick him.

So too now.

Right in the left neck of the person there are two silver needles penetrating it. The needle goes into the flesh, which looks only at the end.

Small but dangerous needles. Sharp needles, also deadly.

If someone else were to examine the body, he probably wouldn't have found the needle because it was so small. Fortunately who examined the body was a young man nicknamed Pendekar Unnamed.

So even though the evidence is as small as it is, he can still find it.

The young man immediately noticed the needle. He tried to see more clearly who the secret weapon belonged to. Unfortunately after a while of noticing, he still could not figure out who the owner was.

The Nameless Swordsman immediately wrapped the two needles. After that he immediately glanced at the surroundings. Especially in the direction that the needle came.

Unfortunately, he could not find anything. There was no man there but himself.

Who threw the needle? Who is the owner?

Cakra Buana does not know for sure. Swordsmen who use secret weapons in the form of needles very much. That is why he cannot accuse someone without clear evidence. Moreover, he did not know too much about the warriors in Tionggoan.

The young man immediately left from there. Once his foot was on the ground, his body had slid down and disappeared behind the darkness of the night.

The reason why the Nameless Swordsman suddenly jumped was because he heard the sound of a sharp wind whirring. His body has been trained under any circumstances, therefore reflexively Cakra Buana has known that there is danger that comes after him.

The wind was allegedly from the same weapon. It was a very small silver needle.

The night is getting darker. The moon began to be covered by a cloud of black clouds. The atmosphere is getting quieter. The second corner just passed.

The Nameless Swordsman still ran. He will return to his place again.

But in the middle of the journey, he again got something unexpected before.

Wutt!!!

The three flying blade stalks shot extremely fast towards him. The knife was hard to follow with the naked eye. Fortunately the Nameless Swordsman was already used to dealing with such a situation.

His body was tracing into the empty air. He then clumped in the air and then slid swiftly towards the arrival of the three flying knives.

Blarr!!!

A great power surged out from the palm of the Cakra Buana. The young man did not want the events like before to happen again. That was why the Nameless Swordsman chose to issue a long-range attack.

One figure that several spears in front of him nearly fell down. Fortunately the person can immediately regain control so that he does not fall.

"What do you mean throw that flying knife at me?" tanyanya after standing face to face with the figure.

"You don't need to know" the man replied cynically.

That man was about forty years old. Her clothes are light blue. His face was haunted with extremely sharp eyes. In his pair of hands had been clasped two flying knives. Not to mention in some other place on his body.

According to the news that circulated, throughout the body of the person there are dozens or maybe fibersusan knife similar. The knife was not too big, nor was its shape scary.

What was frightening was just his pair of hands. That pair of hands, all along, had never failed in throwing his knife.

In the martial world of Tionggoan, other than him, who else had such great abilities?

The person in question was Sun Poan the Swordsman of Flying Knives.

And it's true. The one who had just thrown a flying knife at the Nameless Swordsman was himself.

"It turns out to be you," hissed Cakra Buana.

"You know me?" ask Sun poan.

"of course. Who does not know the name Sun Poan the Swordsman of Flying Knives? It is said that your throw is always on target. Never failed, though,"

"really. It's like it's the truth. I failed in throwing a new knife this time only,"