Swordsman Without a Name

The True Swordsman

For now and then, the Golden Spear King would no longer be able to eradicate all sorts of evil. In the future, he could only be remembered by all the martial people.

His name will always flutter in the heart of every swordsman. Especially those who were present in the vicinity of the Swordsman Swordsman's Whirl.

The Golden Spear King of the North is gone. His life is floating. But what he has done for the sake of the martial world of Java will not float.

Forever, he will live in every soul of the warriors who defend the truth.

The wind blew making a few tree leaves fall. The leaves drifted and then vanished carried away by his blow.

Is human life the same as that leaf?

The ground there is dry. But the ground where the Golden Spear King collapsed was still wet. Wet by the blood of a true warrior.

Forever, he will not be replaced. In this world, there was only one Golden Spear King from the North. The name will not exist a second time.

The blood on the tip of the Dragon Sword and the Tiger was still dripping. One by one the blood fell on the ground.

The Nameless Swordsman looked at the drop of the blood. At least he didn't move from his place. His body remained standing there, but his soul seemed to drift far away to it.

Was he sorry for killing the Golden Spear King of the North? Did the Nameless Swordsman regret the duel he just had straight away right?

His two lovers and Mr. Santeno Tanuwijaya looked at the tip of the sword as well. Among the three of them, the most shocked were the Wingless Angel and the Hands Without Compassion.

The two swordsmen were completely stunned by what the Nameless Swordsman had just done.

The great teacher could not imagine how the young man before him was able to kill one of his companions.

He knew exactly how powerful the Golden Spear King of the North was. But he was astonished, why would the Nameless Swordsman be able to kill him?

Is it true that the young man is far better than his best friend?

The Wingless Angel did not blink her eyes. The beautiful girl felt that the incident just now was like a dream. In addition to being out of reason, he also felt that the move was very fast.

Is not a dream also beyond logic and feels so fast?

Meanwhile, another with Sian-li Bwee Hua. He himself was also surprised, but not because he saw the style of the Nameless Swordsman just now. He was shocked to realize how smooth it was getting faster. It was even several times faster than what he had already seen before in the time against the Flying Dragon Organization.

Has her lover experienced yet another increase in terms of swordsmanship? Has he really reached a stage above the perfection stage?

"The sword is incredible. All my life, only now have I seen such a powerful sword style" said Mr. Santeno, sighing deeply.

Indeed not every swordsman can see the manager. The Formless Lightning Sword Sect could only be seen and witnessed by those who were already at the top. Other than those people, don't expect anyone to be able to see it.

Mr. Santeno is a man who loves to admire high-end moves. But forever, he had never felt as amazed as he was at this moment.

Admiration for the formless Lightning Sword style belonging to the Nameless Swordsman came from the bottom of the heart. The admiration was spoken as sincerely as his heart. Like the true Golden Spear King had a duel for the last time.

"Aii, Uncle is too complimentary. The moves just now were just ordinary moves. It does not feel appropriate for Uncle praise," he said as if just awoken from a long daydream.

The Nameless Swordsman only replied with a laugh. He could not say anymore. Actually the answer just came out of his mouth.

Mr. Santeno's words left him tick dead. He himself is confused, if the manager is not worthy of praise, then the style like what else is appropriate?

Fortunately, he is not a person who thirsts for praise. For Cakra Buana is aware that praise is only for Him, the Creator of the Mayapada Realm.

Mr. Santeno stopped talking. He stepped slowly towards the corpse of the Golden Spear King from the North then immediately bowed his body. The old man then picked up the corpse, he walked over to the prepared coffin and then immediately entered it.

"We didn't change his clothes first?" asked the Wingless Angel a little astonished at Mr. Santeno's behavior.

"No need," he replied, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"So that all the people of the earth may know, and that the Gods of the heavens may also see that this is one of the true warriors of the heavens" said the Nameless Swordsman answering the question of the Wingless Angel.

Mr. Santeno had already placed the corpse of the Golden Spear King from the North onto the coffin. Then he immediately glanced at the two young men and then turned his head up.

"A very clever answer. The most correct and correct answer. I mean my purpose as well. For every living being to know that the Golden Spear King is a true warrior who will not be replaced,"

His voice contained the deepest respect. In his tone also contained a pride of its own. Forever, he will never forget one of his best friends.

He's back on his way. The golden spear that was lying on the ground earlier, was now within the grasp of both of his hands. The way he carried the heirloom weapon showed how deep his respect was.

The golden spear was then placed on top of his corpse.

The coffin is closed. Then some students came there immediately. They immediately made a grave right on the edge of the Swordsman Swordsman's Whirl.

After a while of digging, they finally finished their work.

Nameless Swordsman, Mr. Santeno, Wingless Angel and Sian-li Bwee Hua pay their final respects to the Golden Spear King of the North.

The clear sky suddenly clouded. The light rain falls violently to wet the earth.

The grass there is also wet. The land is the same. Thick and fresh red blood began to flow carried by the puddles of rain.

Was this rain deliberately sent down by the heavens to wash the earth from bloodstains? Or is the sky saddened by the death of a true warrior?

They started to go back to college. No one spoke among the characters. Everyone is struggling with their own feelings.

Although their steps are slow, although they look calm, but in them are different. Their souls were thinking about all sorts of things that no one else knew.

Sometimes inside and outside are not the same. The truth is the one inside. But why do humans pay attention to the outside?

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Another one is ya hehe