Swordsman Without a Name

Nine Tiger Besiegers and Old Stick

The funeral was not very big. The area is at most only three hundred meters. All ancient tombs. All the tombs in this cemetery are at least tens or maybe even hundreds of years old.

Cakra Buana has stepped into the ancient tomb's grave gate. Even though he was a swordsman, he was still human. As humans, fear is always there.

But what is he afraid of? Afraid the bodies will rise again? Or afraid that a demon might suddenly strangle his neck?

No, that's not what he's afraid of. The Nameless Swordsman was only afraid that any other enemies would appear suddenly.

Especially when in the restaurant, branch chairman Kay Pang Pek said that in the Tiger King Village there was a group of people who were already experts in playing the Nine Tiger Rows Beleaguered Wolves.

But until now, these people have not yet emerged themselves.

Do they not know of his coming? Or were they deliberately waiting for the right moment to ambush him?

The young man did not know. Cakra Buana knows nothing about this great place.

He stepped deeper into the funeral. It is a matter of the devil whether or not these people will appear, which he is clearly ready to face all kinds of obstacles.

His body began to soar from one tombstone to another.

When he arrived at the rather central tomb, Cakra Buana began to feel that the feathers were increasingly standing. The feathers on his hands and feet stood up. Eve's getting cold. So too with the wind.

A gripping night. What a creepy night.

Rows of ancient tombs lined up neatly. Those buried here come from all kinds of people. Some are from among ordinary citizens, there are officials, there are even those from among the martial world.

They are different, but when they are dead, they are in the same place.

Dark, dirty and disgusting place.

Doesn't that mean humans are no different?

If they are dead, all humans are the same. But why in their lifetime would they admit to being different?

An old building was seen within twenty steps of him. The old building is so scary. Green moss has grown here and there. The clump was already about a meter tall.

He started to step there. Steps steady. But his heart was gripped with fear. His face looked calm, but his mind was not calm.

On entering the old building, Cakra Buana suddenly heard a strange sound.

Arekk!!! Arekk!!!

A voice sounded behind him. What is that sound? What is the sound of the night beast joking with his fellow man? Or, what sound?

When he looked around, the young man saw nothing behind him.

Cakra Buana is back. He paid no heed to the voice, but before that, another voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"What are you looking for?"

The voice was hoarse. It sounded slow, but very clear in the ears of the Nameless Swordsman.

Unknowingly his body turned back. At the sight of him now before him was an old man standing with a mysterious smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, who is this Master?" ask Cakra Buana politely.

"I'm the one who should ask. Who are you and what do you want these nights to be here for?" ask the old grandfather.

The old man looked wrinkled. His face looks very old. Her hair was gray, her clothes were shabby gray. His right hand held a black wooden stick.

His eyes are always looking sharp. His mouth always gave a mysterious smile.

"Whatever my purpose, whatever I do, it is none of your business" replied Cakra Buana.

"Of course it's my business, because I guarantee security in this place,"

Cakra Buana said nothing. He only cleared his throat once, the young man was at a loss for what to say.

"Get away before it's too late" said the grandfather.

"I'm not leaving,"

"Why?"

"Because my goal hasn't been achieved,"

"It has been achieved or not achieved, you still have to leave if you want your life to be saved," said the old man getting sharper. His eyes are the same. Clearly, he did not like the presence of Cakra Buana.

The atmosphere inside the building was suddenly quiet. The building was quite large, at least enough to hold a fight.

The Nameless Swordsman returned the old man's sharp gaze.

"If it has been commemorated not immediately implemented, it is better to finish it. He thinks this place belongs to his ancestors?" a voice suddenly sounded from outside.

A man with a codet suddenly entered the building. His hand held a short sword. The sword he put out without stopping.

"Foreign youth dare to enter without permission, aii, it's really disrespectful" another voice sounded.

"It seems he's tired of living,"

"If you're bored, we'll ask what he wants,"

One by one, several people began to emerge from the outside. There are nine people. Everyone wears uniforms. Their clothes seemed to be made of animal skin. More specifically tiger skin.

Their number was nine, their clothes were from tiger skin, were they people who were already experts in the Nine Tiger Rows Beleaguered Wolves?

Cakra Buana gasped in shock upon seeing their looks. Everything looks spooky. Each of his eyes was thrusting sharply, just like the eyes of a tiger.

The nine people were busy with their jobs. Some cut their fingernails, some played their weapons, some were busy sharpening their gaman.

This calm attitude, usually can only be done by people whose knowledge is very high, then how high are each of them?

In just a moment, the Nameless Swordsman had been surrounded by ten people. The room in the building that had been stretched, now suddenly crowded filled with these people.

Although they looked calm, yet the young man knew that at any moment they were ready to make a move.

Cakra Buana could only complain in his heart. Why does he always have to fight? Why is the fight endless? How many times has he fought? How much energy has he put out?

The Nameless Swordsman knew, inevitably he had to be ready to face everything. A terrible fight is inevitable.

In the fight that will take place later, will he be lucky like before?

"What do you want?" ask Cakra Buana while looking at them.

"Don't you say that?" answer the nine people who just came.

"If I don't want to?"

"Forced you have to go home by name" he replied coldly.

"Hemm, before that, I want to know who you are?"

"We're the Nine Tiger Besiegers, and he's the Old Stick,"

The young man was even more shocked after knowing who those ten people were. Apparently his guess was not wrong. These are the people that branch chairman Kay Pang Pek intended.

They are the guards who are famous for their lines that are difficult to penetrate.

Can the Nameless Swordsman penetrate it?