Swordsman Without a Name

Old Grandpa Strange

By the time the pair of eyes can be reopened, the first thing Cakra Buana realized was that he was no longer barada in the old kitchen.

Now the young man of Pasundan Land had been in another room. A narrower room. Dirty and more disgusting.

The room was very similar to a dungeon.

The underground prison? How could he suddenly be there? Is he really in a dungeon right now?

It turns out to be true. After a closer look, he was there. Regardless of how he could suddenly move, Cakra Buana did not think too much about it.

His mind did not focus on the strange incident, now, the young man's mind had focused on an old figure who was already sitting cross-legged before him.

The old man's body was already very thin. The old man was not wearing clothes. He was wearing only black pants with long sleeves.

Who is he really? How is he here?

"You've woken up, young man?" ask the old grandfather. His voice was hoarse.

His mouth was smiling, but his smile was scary. At a glance, the old figure even looks like an undead. Or even a living skull.

"Whose grandfather?" ask Cakra Buana while investigating the old body.

"I'm a nobody, I'm just an old grandpa who can't do anything. So it's better not to know who I really am" he said softly.

The Nameless Swordsman spoke no further. If someone doesn't want to tell you something about his person, you better never force him.

"How could I suddenly be here?"

"You don't need to know, obviously there's something I want to tell you" said the old man.

"Well, I'm ready to listen," said the Nameless Swordsman with a serious facial expression.

"You've got a Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng, and you've even drunk boiled water. Anyone in this world, if he has drunk the boiled water, then surely his inner energy will reach the peak of perfection, as well as you. I just want you to convey my message to Ling Ling Sian-li Bwee Huaa," until here the old man stopped his words.

Cakra Buana himself was surprised, how could the old geezer know the name of that very beautiful woman?

The curiosity of Cakra Buana grew bigger, he really wanted to know who and how the origin of the grandfather. Merely, the young man did not dare to ask further.

"Tell him, Old Grandpa Strange has already done all the chores. I've done what had to be done. Now it's his turn to do his job until it's done" said the old man, continuing his words that had stopped.

"Is that all Cake?"

"True, that's all,"

"Well, I promise I will tell you your message if I meet him," Cakra Buana said solemnly.

"good. I believe in you. Now, go, the martial world needs your help" he said, shaking his hand.

Cakra Buana nodded his head. He didn't give any answers.

"You hit this wall of the prison, and then keep walking forward. Never look back even a little" said the old man, pointing out a way out.

"Alright Cake. I get it, right now I'm going to say goodbye,"

"Please, may Thian always protect you,"

The Nameless Swordsman immediately left. He stepped his foot in the direction the mysterious old man had pointed out.

Brugg!!!

One punch was launched by Cakra Buana. Just one hit, the walls of the dungeon immediately collapsed. He immediately stepped his foot there and then walked further away without looking back again.

Although his heart was still covered with curiosity towards the old man, Cakra Buana still did not want to ask. He did not dare. Even the young man really did not look back.

Srett!!!

Blood sputtered in all directions. The grandfather's mouth was suddenly filled with the thick red liquid. The next moment, he collapsed instantly. His life has drifted.

Why did he kill himself? Actually, what's the reason behind everything?

No one knows for sure about the matter but himself.

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It had been dusk when the Nameless Swordsman looked back at the world. The reddening rays of the Sun sprinkle a beauty that is difficult to describe. The virtual world seems to be made all red by its rays.

Cakra Buana looked around. It turned out that he was still in the ancient burial grounds. More precisely now he was outside at the very back of the cemetery area.

A wall high enough to lay before him. Without a second thought, the Nameless Swordsman directly jumped over the wall.

Yush!!!

His body instantly slid downhill as he managed to set his foot right on top of that wall. The red shadow darted as fast as the eagle ate the prey.

The young man set his foot several times in the air. Then sliding back, Cakra Buana continued to repeat the movement until he finally stopped when he saw an ancient building standing firmly several spears in front of his eyes.

The Nameless Swordsman had returned to the place where he was fighting against the Old Stick and the Nine Tiger Besieger.

The young man entered the building again. His current move was much calmer, more steady and more confident.

His inner energy had now reached the peak of perfection, then what else should he be afraid of?

The Nameless Swordsman stood right in the middle of the room of the ancient building. His pair of eyes looked around, but he found nothing.

The place is empty. No one but himself.

Where are the Nine Tiger Besiegers? Why are they invisible? Wasn't this building the place where they showed themselves?

Cakra Buana still stands firm. He did not want to leave immediately before meeting the nine figures. The Nameless Swordsman will wait.

But when does he have to wait?

Just as his feet stepped out, suddenly a sharp whirring of wind suddenly sounded tore through the air.

Wer!!! Wer!!!

The branch!!!

Two secret weapons bounced onto the wall of the old building. The secret weapon was two knives. It was a jet-black knife, a very sharp knife.

Who's pitcher? Why does not it look like a human being?

"If it's come, why do you still have to hide like that?" the Voice of the Nameless Swordsman broke the silence that was there.

The voice was very calm. Very confident and very confident.

Yush!!!

Dozens of black dots suddenly shot rapidly towards him. Dozens of poisonous needles were ready to pierce his body.

The branch!!!

The same clash and sound as before was heard again.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger were already grasped in his right hand. The Nameless Swordsman immediately took a wary stance.