Swordsman Without a Name

Salad Poison Sato

A while later, the poison in the wine that had previously been incubated in the body of the Nameless Swordsman, was now successfully offered. The poison was completely extinct from within his body, instead it was now an additional energy for the young man.

Cakra Buana doesn't know what poison it is. What is clear is that he is very sure, if not him, maybe his victims will immediately be able to drink a few sips of wine earlier.

Strange poison, vicious poison. It is also a very rare poison.

Colorless and odorless poisons are many. But he just discovered this kind of poison. Usually the Nameless Swordsman can always find out whether in a food or drink there is poison or not.

But why not now?

The reason for that was because his mind was in chaos. When someone is thinking about a lot of problems, usually accuracy and intelligence are reduced. Whoever that human is, must have experienced such a situation.

And Cakra Buana is also human. Although he is powerful, a swordsman without a match, but the fact is he is still a human being alive. As a living person, of course, there are many problems that are being faced. Especially now that the issue is much more complicated.

The young man was still in a cross-legged position and closed his eyes. He wanted to open it, but before that, there were sounds of footsteps coming towards his room.

Very light steps. Two or three people. From the top of the roof also sounded.

The door of the room suddenly opened. The window door was open at the same time. From the door, three people entered his room. From the window, two people entered as well.

Five people. Five people who must have had bad intentions were now in the room.

They consist of three men and two women. Their clothes are different. His age is also different.

The Nameless Swordsman still closed his eyes. He acted as if he did not know the arrival of those people. Or also he pretended to be poisoned so much that he was dying in such a state. His breath was made slow. It was as if the young man was suffering from intense pain.

"It looks like he was very badly injured" said one wearing a red headband. His clothes were black, as was the machete on his waist. Black machete cover, the handle is black.

"If he's not seriously injured, how could he just shut up like a dead man?" an old man slightly hunchbacked over. The man was wearing dark green clothes, on his waist tucked into a half-fed spear.

"The poison is so ferocious" continued the younger man. His face was handsome, his thin mustache capable of making women enchanted. On his back was a short sword.

"The poison of Salapan Sato is simply incomparable. The poison made by Ki Darto Darsana is indeed its efficacy is not in doubt," continued the beautiful girl. Her smile was extremely sweet, but behind it was an atrocity that was hard to imagine.

If the Nameless Swordsman opened his eyes, he would know the girl. Because he was the one who delivered the dinner.

"Now what are you waiting for? We have to kill him immediately. Because the best opportunity will not come twice" continued one beautiful woman. He was the innkeeper who welcomed the guests.

The five people were ready to move. Each of them had prepared to take the life of Cakra Buana. Honey, at that moment suddenly there was the sound of people talking.

"You're late .." her voice was slow. But each of his words was spoken very slowly and with great emphasis.

The five strangers who had intended to kill the Nameless Swordsman were shocked to death. His whole body was shaking. His skin tightened.

They glared sharply towards the origin of the sound just now.

Cakra Buana has opened her eyes. The young man looked at the five while throwing a warm smile.

"You ... How can you be okay?" ask the person wearing a red headband.

"From the beginning I was fine" replied the Nameless Swordsman.

"You're not hurt at all?"

Cakra Buana just shook his head while still smiling.

"What no one else can do, sometimes I can do it,"

If someone else were to speak, those five people would not believe it. But the situation is different now. They should believe it anyway. In addition to not dying, the victim is also still alive fresh fit. There were no signs of poisoning.

The faces of the five people who had been shining were now dim. Face dark. It's as dark as night. Their hopes are lost. The chance to finish off the Nameless Swordsman will no longer exist. Until whenever they will not find back.

After all, whether they were alive or not.

"Who are you really?" ask the woman who was serving as the receptionist.

"Broker Without a Name …"

They look at each other. The name was like it had been spread in the martial world some time ago. But among them no one managed to remember it clearly.

"Do you know all these plans?"

"I just found out,"

"You don't want to ask who we are?"

"I already know that you are the people of Mr. Gandrung Kalapati …"

They're back stupefied. Now those people only realized that the young man before him at this moment was truly no ordinary young man.

Yush!!!

Suddenly a machete was pulled and then swung forward towards the head. The person wearing the red headband was already impatient, his main task was to kill. Not to talk.

Forever he does not want to talk. No matter who the opponent was, what a fool he was or was not, if it was his job to kill that person, then he would kill him as quickly as possible.

In these circumstances, the one who speaks is not the mouth. Except guns.

The bar was almost at the target. The Nameless Swordsman only needed to brandish two fingers of his left hand.

The crapp!!!

The end of the cleaver was caught on both clasps of his fingers. His opponent wanted to withdraw the weapon, but unfortunately it was in vain. It was like being stuck in a rock crack so hard it was hard to pull back.

The clangg!!!

The gulok had broken into two pieces. Kutngan the tip of the machete eye that was clamped by the Nameless Swordsman was immediately thrown away.

The throw was like a prank. But it's actually very fast. No one could have imagined how fast the throw would be.

Slebb!!!

With a landslide the machete collapsed into the heart of the person. The sound of moans enduring the pain sounded extremely heartbreaking. Blood came out of the wound. A second later he collapsed backwards with wide eyes.

Until his death, that person would definitely not have expected that he could be killed so easily.

Just once an attack, his life floated back to the origin.