Swordsman Without a Name

Ten People in Black

It turned out that the five black rays were produced from the five needles that shot out at lightning speed.

While the sound of his screams certainly came from the victims of the ferocity of the needle.

Sian-li Bwee Hua immediately barged into the origin of the sound. As soon as he came out, his right hand had already pinned down a human figure dressed in black and veiled in black as well.

"One of your colleagues is dead. It's too late to leave, so just show me your nose before I lose my temper" shouted Sian-li Bwee Hua.

Her voice boomed. The voice contained deep anger. The whole forest was made to shake. His voice echoed to the distance.

Around the forest was immediately covered by the gripping air. Eve of death also suddenly felt very thick. Sian-li Bwee Hua's face exuded a murderous air.

Suddenly ten human shadows in the same clothes suddenly appeared from behind the bushes from all corners of the wind. Behind that jet-black veil, the look in their eyes clearly depicted some expression.

Between surprise, admiration, and fear. The three feelings were piled into one. But the greatest thing is not awe, but fear.

They knew that his recently killed colleague belonged to the ranks of high-class warriors. A top-class swordsman certainly has a myriad of knowledge and experience.

Who would have thought, such a great person and see, could be made dead in just one attack.

The five secret needles thrown by Sian-li Bwee Hua did not miss a single one. The fifth is right about the target of an important point in the human body.

The ten human shadows were still standing glued. They still imagine how cruel and great the way the beautiful girl intervened took the life of one of her colleagues.

Meanwhile, Cakra Buana was still standing quietly. Calem's face. The smile on his lips never disappeared. So far, the young man has not done anything. He only noticed all the events full of calmness.

"Who are you?" tanyanya yells.

"Whoever we are is not important,"

"What did you want to come here?"

"Killing the young man who came with you" said one of them curiously.

The youth in question is not Cakra Buana. While saying so, that person had already pulled out the cleaver stored on the left waist.

The machete trunk looks dazzling to the eyes when exposed to sunlight. Just once a lyric, anyone will soon find out that it is a sharp machete.

Feeling called, Cakra Buana decided to take two or three steps forward. Every step is calm. The smile never disappeared from his mouth.

"So you came because you wanted to kill me?" ask while pointing to yourself.

"When you know what to ask again?" sniping someone to the Nameless Swordsman.

"Just to be sure, is it wrong?"

"Of course it's wrong. Nothing to be sure anymore. Because everything is certain, too,"

"Aii, brave people like you, it's easy to indulge in anger. Better just go, I don't dare" Cakra Buana said calmly.

"Fuck all your jokes. You'd better fuck it up!!!"

Yush!!!

The shadow of a human was sliding swiftly. The sharp shadow of the machete had arrived earlier than his body. This attack is dangerous. Full of careful calculations and precise steps.

The Nameless Swordsman did not flinch. He stood in his place. Even his pair of eyes stared at the cleaver without blinking.

There was no fear that he showed. With a belief as solid as a mountain, the Nameless Swordsman had still not taken action.

The sharp wedge is near. But by the time the cleaver was almost on target, the, suddenly there was a limp sword that had resisted the attack of the machete so that the heirloom weapon suddenly stopped exactly one finger away from the face of the Nameless Swordsman.

"You think you can kill this young man so easily? Hemm, step over my corpse first," said Sian-li Bwee Hua with a mocking smile.

The branch!!!

This small incident made the ten all-black humans widen their eyes. Although it looks like events are meaningless, but to them it is obviously very meaningful.

They know, only people with very high knowledge who can thicken the machete with the owner.

"Bitch girl, apparently you want to die first," he riled.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

Ten human shadows moved simultaneously. They attacked Sian-li Bwee Hua simultaneously. Unmitigated, the first attack they launched was very cruel and heinous.

Ten trunks of heirloom weapons had been eyeing Ling Ling. Various types of attacks are shown by their respective enemies.

In her home country Sian-li Bwee Hua was not an ordinary girl. He is not a reckless figure, even though now he is in the land of people, but that does not mean he does not dare.

Once his mouth let out a high shrill sound, at the same time that his beautiful dense body had lunged forward as well. He welcomed the ten vicious attacks.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

Ten loud banging sounds. Subsequently replaced with a heart-wrenching scream. It was a scream of pain before death.

Wind rolls. High billowing dust covers the eyes.

Once everything disappeared, the scenery had also changed completely.

The ten human beings dressed in all black had turned into a corpse. They had all been killed at the tip of Sian-li Bwee Hua's limp sword.

Cakra Buana just sighed. He walked over to check on these people.

The young man crouched down on the side of one of the corpses, his right hand stretched out then immediately opened the black veil.

How shocked Ling Ling and Cakra Buana were when they found out the face behind the veil. It turned out that just a few moments later, the faces of those people had turned ghastly.

Waja it's a charade. Skin's soft. If there was someone else, they would definitely not be able to recognize anyone.

What the hell's been going on? Why is it like this?

"Keji," said Sian-li Bwee Hua grumbling.

"Yes, really vile," replied the Nameless Swordsman approvingly.

Cakra Buana re-examined the charred and mushy face of the corpse to confirm its occurrence.

"They were killed by the poison stored in the yellow bamboo flakes" muttered Cakra Buana.

Turns right. Just below that person's forehead was a single tiny yellow bamboo flake. The size may be almost the same as the secret needles commonly used by martial people.

The question now is who did it?

"Hemm, a very ferocious poison,"

"Indeed so. It looks like my life will be threatened again" muttered Cakra Buana slowly.

But even though his mouth spoke so, his facial expression still remained calm and relaxed. There was no sign that he was angry or angry.

Of course, with the provision of abilities that have reached the stage of perfection like today, what else is feared by the Nameless Swordsman?

There certainly isn't. Yes, nothing and never will be.