Swordsman Without a Name

Yellow Bamboo Needle

But his opponent this time was not an indiscriminate swordsman.

He is Cakra Buana. Youth who bear the nickname Swordsman No Name.

Yesterday in wandering the land of Tionggoan, no one doubted his swordsmanship. Even after he came home, people there were busy talking that he was the number one swordsman. Whether it's in swordsmanship, empty-handed science, or the science of lightening the body.

An outstanding swordsman like that, was it true that he would be defeated by an old woman nicknamed Heartless Grandma?

It doesn't feel possible.

Yeah, it's impossible.

Now the young man was showing his true abilities. The sword, the murderous air and the death swamp, are all piled together into one.

This causes difficult circumstances to tell. The wind suddenly blew like a storm in the middle of the day. The onslaught of the Heartless Grandmother's attack suddenly weakened. The stab and the sabre of the sword seemed to carry no meaning.

Slebb!!!

Next he felt dark. Dark once. His throat feels cold. It's cold as ice on the mountain. His entire body suddenly felt helpless. He wanted to lay himself on the ground, but unfortunately could not. For something had held his body firmly.

The sword in Granny Heartless hands suddenly fell down. Now the old woman could do nothing more.

The battle of the two swordsmen was over. Everything stopped and went back to how it was.

May the Dragon Sword and Tiger belonging to the Nameless Swordsman have already pierced the opponent's throat severely.

When did he do it?

No one knows. If anyone knew, he would not believe it. Because forever, the Shaped Unshaped Lightning Sword Sect no one would be able to see clearly.

That style is perfection. The sword is second to none. You could say, that was the highest peak in a swordsmanship. But there is actually one more stage. The Stage Without a Sword.

That is, a swordsman who has reached that stage does not need any more weapons. He doesn't need a sword, a tree branch, not even anything. For to him, everything had turned into a sword.

Both hands are swords. So are his feet. Perhaps even his soul was also a sword. So even with just two hands, the person can cut anything.

The sword is himself. And he is the sword itself. Two lives in one form. The sword.

In the past, there was a warrior who had reached that stage. But that was, hundreds of years ago.

Then will the Nameless Swordsman, one day be able to reach the Swordless Stage?

The moon is leaning west. In about three or four hours, maybe the morning sunshine will appear. The universe is back bright. The atmosphere will soon be crowded again.

But now it still remains quiet.

The Dragon and Tiger Sword has been revoked. That thick and warm red blood was still dripping on the tip of the sword's eyes. The Heartless Grandma had collapsed to the ground. He didn't say any words. All that was heard was a heartbreaking sound like a cow being slaughtered.

The dry land, now moistened by the blood of the Heartless Grandmother. True said people, if the Nameless Swordsman appeared, then the Heartless Grandmother would definitely be renamed Granny Without Life.

This speech is true and it becomes reality.

"Good sword moves. Really quick,"

A male voice suddenly appeared in front of there. The origin of the sound was exactly from within the pitch-black forest.

Cakra Buana is still standing in its original place. His eyes stared hard ahead. He's not moving. Only the hand holding the sword seemed to grow tighter.

In between the fingers of his right hand were tucked some secret weapons. The Nameless Swordsman noticed the weapon fixedly.

"Yellow bamboo needles," he sizzled slowly.

Looking at the weapon, the Nameless Swordsman's heart trembled slightly. He knew how dangerous the weapon was. Although small, but very deadly.

"You know this gun?" ask the guy.

It turned out that his ears were so sharp that he could hear the Hiss of the Nameless Swordsman.

"Yes, I know you very well. It was a yellow bamboo needle. A terrifying secret weapon," the red-eyed young man replied without lying.

"good. Now these needles will uproot your life" he said confidently.

The Nameless Swordsman retreated his steps in an instant. His face was terrified.

The black guy looks happy. Seeing his opponent being frightened, he was truly overjoyed.

Yush!!!

Several yellow bamboo needles are thrown together. The slide is very fast. A small yellow light extended out. The pitcher was very confident that his attack would be successful. The reason for that was because he could see for himself that the young man before him was extremely frightened.

Anyone knows, if anyone is afraid, then fear can change everything. The strong can become weak when they are overwhelmed by fear.

Yush!!!

A wind suddenly rushed forward. Some of the yellow bamboo needles suddenly turned around. The speed this time was several times faster.

The black man who threw the weapon did not expect this.

Slebb!!!

Several times the same sound was heard. In just an instant, all of the yellow bamboo needles had burst into the person's body.

"Why can you do this?" ask the nervous man while pointing the finger at the Nameless Swordsman.

"Of course you can, why can't you? At first I was a little scared. Especially after watching the needle. It's a pity that it happened at the beginning, because next I already know a secret," replied the Nameless Swordsman.

"What secret?" tanya while holding the chest that began to be hit by pain.

"You're not the original owner of the yellow bamboo needle. You're just the one who was told to trick myself into being haunted by fear so I lost my confidence. If it works, then you can kill me easily. Too bad, I already know about it," the young man muttered and sighed.

The all-black man glared, as in shock, as well as unexpectedly.

"Why do you know?"

"Because I'm not a fool. An expert in secret weapons will not show his weapon first. After all, the way you throw the gun is not perfect, which is why the result is not maximal,"

"You're …"

He wanted to talk further, but unfortunately could not. Because right at that moment, a speck of yellow light extends back to appear from the back and then by slipping into the back of the person.

The man immediately collapsed. His body was smoking white smoke. In just a moment, his situation had completely changed.

"He's still around here .." muttered the Nameless Swordsman.