Swordsman Without a Name

The Death of the Old Stick

"Oh, so you guys who are famous as experts in the Nine Tiger March of Beating Wolves?" ask the Nameless Swordsman to make sure.

"True, we are the ones, indeed" one of them replied with a cynical smile.

That guy is young. Among the eight others, he was the youngest. His age is at best about forties and biennial.

On his waist was a machete. A very sharp jet black gulp. His eyes were as sharp as those.

"Good, I can finally meet you," replied Cakra Buana no less cynical.

Although in his heart he was a little cheerful, but as much as possible Cakra Buana did not want to show it. He should look calm in the eyes of his enemies.

"I ask you once again, what exactly are you here for?"

"I've said before, whatever my purpose, it's none of your business. Forced however, I still won't tell you that,"

The Cakra of Buana remains firm in its stance. What he said, he dared to do.

As well as this time, even though his life was threatened, he still would not tell what his purpose was to the ancient cemetery.

If you were in the position of the Nameless Swordsman, would you really tell me what your purpose was? Of course not, right? Which man will tell his enemy a secret?

What Cakra Buana wants to do is something very secret. Let alone his enemies, not even his friends know.

"You're a stubborn young man, indeed,"

"I'm stubborn, though,"

"Looks like you want to die" whined the Old Stick. He immediately took one step forward. Although it looked relaxed, but the old man was ready if he had to intervene at any time.

"If you can, you can" challenged the Nameless Swordsman confidently.

The Old Stick felt his blood instantly boil. The black stick that was grasped tightly, was now grasped even tighter. His inner energy immediately channeled so as to make the stepped floor experience cracks.

White smoke came out of the stick. It seemed like he was showing off his inner strength to bully the young man's guts.

Honey, he's fucking shit right now. Because the young man before him this time was a different youth from the other youths.

"You guys, let no one intervene. Facing such a stubborn young man, both my hands and my black staff are still very capable of taking his life," the Old Stick said to all the members of the Nine Tiger Besieger.

"You sure you can handle it?" ask one of them to make sure.

"You still doubt my abilities?" ask the old man back.

"alright. Please start," said the member not to say much more.

The Old Stick did not reply to the man's words. His face immediately gazed back towards the Nameless Swordsman. The old man concentrated.

If there are two high-class figures will hold a great fight, then automatically both will concentrate as much as possible.

It's very important. Even the most important of the most important conditions. When two high-class figures will fight, the main thing is not the extent of their respective strengths, but where the rapid movement of attacks that can be launched.

Yush!!!

The Old Stick suddenly shot out with a steady confidence. His movements are very deft. Every step he took was carefully calculated. The attack he had laid this time was not an abal-abal attack.

The black stick glittered through the moonlight that entered through the cracks of the old building's windows. His staff was like a cobra that was rushing to peck at its prey.

He was very confident that his attack would not fail. The Nine Tiger Besiegers were also convinced that the old geezer must have succeeded. At least, in his twenties, he would definitely come out victorious.

Just as the opponent's attack was about to hit his body, the Nameless Swordsman suddenly moved swiftly. His feet tracked the ground once, the body then floated in the air.

He salted a few times and went down while giving a deadly stab. Without responsibility, the target was the Old Stick's headstone.

The branch!!!

A clash between two heirloom weapons occurred. Both of them complained in a moment. The body of the Old Stick trembled, as did the body of the Nameless Swordsman.

Bukk!!!

One kick he managed to lay right on the chest of the old man. He was pushed back a few steps back. His body was slightly unsteady because it did not have the power to withstand the force of the kick.

Cakra Buana was unwilling to waste this golden opportunity, he instantly launched a great attack. A single sword thrust he sighed swiftly.

The red light flashed. Black light is also visible.

Two heirlooms meet again. The two began to fight fiercely. The atmosphere that had been quiet, now had turned boisterous due to the fight of the two figures.

The Nameless Swordsman deliberately did not want to take out the Shaped Lightning Sword Sect. He had to keep that style for a while. That move would be taken out if he faced the Nine Tiger Besiegers.

Although he had never fought with them, but the young man that the nine people were not easy opponents.

That's why most of his energy is deliberately stored for the fight later.

In order to deal with the Old Stick, he was confident that with just the style of the Million Lightning Rain Sword, he would definitely be able to defeat the old man.

And now that great skill has come out. Millions of sword light enveloped the not-so-large room. The sound of a lightning explosion and a loud clanking sound rang out loud in the opponent's ears.

Sparks of fire seemed to color their battle arena.

A dozen moves have passed back. The Old Stick had already expended all the abilities he had. Unfortunately until this moment, he had not been able to injure the opponent.

The opposite happened, slowly but surely, the Nameless Swordsman began to master the fight.

Srett!!! Srett!!! Crash!!!

Twice the sound of tearing was heard. The next second, the sound of a body being cut off was also heard.

The fight was over then and there. The still-warm red blood had gushed into the entire room. The sound of death's moans was heard. Just for a moment the voice instantly vanished.

The Old Stick collapsed to the ground. His body was almost cut into two pieces. His blood instantly pooled on the floor of the ancient building.

Their fight was a top class fight. If two figures fight seriously, then the stance issued does not need much.

But even though they only walk for a moment, but actually the moves they put out are top class. The rarely seen moves on the battlefield are usually.

So that the fight is very fierce and difficult to imagine by anyone.

The Nine Tiger Besiegers were fixated in their respective places. They still do not believe that the young man nicknamed Pendekar Unnamed was able to kill the Old Stick who was an old generation figure.