Swordsman Without a Name

Walangga And Janggala

The Nameless Swordsman patted the shoulders of the two people.

The claps look very slow. Even as powerless. But as soon as the clap hit the target, the two men immediately fell to their knees. They felt their whole body go limp.

The heirloom weapon held by him suddenly fell to the ground.

Now they are both cotton. Limply. Can't do anything.

The two of them showed half-dead shocked expressions. All his life, those two people had only experienced things like now.

They are top class figures. First class fighter. How could anyone seem to be able to be made like that in such a very, very short time?

Just one clap of hands, all his strength suddenly disappeared without a trace.

What style is that? Why can that young man do that? Who the hell is he?

Without feeling the two people immediately felt horrified to the Nameless Swordsman. His face began to pale. Sweat as big as soy beans pours from the forehead to his face.

Cakra Buana did just that. He had blocked the path of blood and blocked the flow of energy within the two people. Regarding how he could do it, it seemed that no one would understand but himself.

The goal of the Nameless Swordsman doing just that was one. He wanted to know the real thing. Moreover, the previous two people had said that the old sage was none other than the Thousand Faces Old Man.

Who is that old figure?

"Now you can't do anything else" Cakra Buana said as he sat leisurely before the two.

"What are you gonna do? What do you want?" ask the guy in blue.

"Nothing" replied Cakra Buana.

"Nothing?"

"Yes, no,"

"Don't say much anymore, boy. If you really want to kill us, kill us now. Whatever way, we'll accept it steadfastly,"

"Yes, right. Rather than us joining forces with a bastard like you, we better be able to defend the truth" continued the person dressed in dark green.

Cakra Buana was getting clueless. She's confused. What exactly happened? Who is wrong and who is right in this situation? Why did they call a bastard to him?

The young man frowned. "What actually happened? Tell me everything, I really don't understand" Cakra Buana's love.

Now change, instead the two people were staring with puzzled looks at him. From the look on his face, from the way he spoke, it was clear that the young man did not seem to be lying in the least.

Is he speaking the truth?

"You really don't know and don't understand?" ask the person dressed in blue to make sure.

"No. Absolutely not," replied the Nameless Swordsman while shaking his head.

"Haishh, it looks like you are a young man who has just plunged into the martial world," he said with a sigh.

Now his tone is normal. Like a friend talking to his own friend. No more anger, no more resentment. There is only warmth. A warm tone usually given by a friend.

The Nameless Swordsman felt that the incident just now did not match what he was involved in. Behind all this, there must be something else.

He patted the shoulders of the two men. Once patted, everything has returned to how it was. Now they did not feel weak, all of their energy had returned to normal as before.

"Don't tell me here. Let's just find the shop that's still open" Cakra Buana said with a smile.

"Well, good suggestion," replied the person dressed in blue.

They immediately left the forest. In just a moment, their shadow had been lost in the swallow by the darkness of the night and the haunted forest.

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The shop was not too big, nor was it too small. In it there are only two dozen tables with benches. The walls are made of rooms (woven bamboo commonly used by the ancients), several torches are displayed at each corner.

Although it looks simple, but the store is quite comfortable. The reason is because every item that is there is neatly arranged and in place.

Of the twelve dining tables, which are still occupied by visitors only about five tables, including the Cakra Buana table.

In front of them were two black coffees, a wine jar and some sweet potatoes and boiled cassava.

The young man missed this kind of food. Unconsciously Cakra Buana has spent quite a lot of sweet potatoes and boiled cassava. The two people before him stared in shock.

"It turns out that this young man was very fond of sweet potatoes and boiled cassava" they whispered.

"not doyan. But greedy,"

Cakra Buana does not pay attention to what other people do. When he eats, he is always focused. Not to be distracted by anything.

After feeling full, then the young man put on a serious face again.

"Before, could you introduce yourself?"

"I'm Walanggga the Keris Eight Luk, and this is my companion the Beard the Hand of Spear," Walangga said introducing himself.

"A very suitable name and nickname. Ah, was Kakang Walangga able to tell all the events in the forest earlier?" ask the Unnamed Swordsman.

"The old man wasn't actually rishi. He is a mastermind who recently launched his action. As I said before, his nickname is the Thousand Faces Old Manning. He was given the nickname because he could turn his face into someone else's. He is very good at that field. If the word is told to make me be you though, the old man can very well. It will be very similar. People must have a hard time distinguishing what is real and what is fake,"

"About two months ago, the Maling Tua Seribu Faces again shocked the martial universe of Java Land. He's already stolen the heirloom found in one of Sadewo Single College graves …"

Cakra Buana immediately gasped in shock. Even if Walangga does not tell the whole story because it may not know, but Cakra Buana clearly knows. Very know instead.

He had been at Sadewo Single College for some time. Even the master teacher there, Mr. Santeno Tanuwijaya, already considered himself a family.

And now, Walangga also mentioned the heirloom of a cemetery in the college, if not the heirloom of Giwangkara Baruga the Swordsman of Allegiance, who else?

As told earlier that the Nameless Swordsman stuck the Bloodthirsty Sword belonging to the Swordsman of Allegiance right above his grave.

"Sadewo Residence is a famous college, the ability of its students is no doubt, besides, the guard there is also very tight. If you were him, would it be true that you could steal an heirloom over that grave?" asked Janggala to Cakra Buana, following Walangga's words.

"Of course it's impossible. Unless I can disappear, or at least have high magic, then I can only do it" replied the Nameless Swordsman.

"Fright, that's the problem. Maling Tua Seribu Faces is a powerful figure of mandraguna .." said Walangga with a serious face.