Swordsman Without a Name

Someone to be meant

Somebody?

Cakra Buana's brain works immediately. He immediately guessed who that person was. Although only one word, but can make anyone curious.

How not? A Maling Sakti Thousand Faces was a shrewd figure. He is aligned with select characters whose abilities are almost equivalent to martial world grandfathers. Especially the science of putting on her face.

In the Land of Pasundan, no one can defeat his ability on this one except for the Convict Grandfather.

Now lightly he confesses that what he has been doing all this time, is the duty of someone?

Of course, anyone will understand that someone is certainly not an ordinary person. Otherwise, how could a person like the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti be told to be like that?

"Is the Boss Black?" asked the Nameless Swordsman after he thought for a while.

"Why do you think he's the one?"

"Because other than the person nicknamed the Black Hooded Master, it feels like in this world no one is willing to treat you like this,"

The Muting Sakti Thousand Faces nodded their heads several times. The reason spoken by the Nameless Swordsman was quite reasonable. Indeed, he himself knew to what extent his abilities were.

Although sometimes he himself did not believe it, but if others were already convinced, how could he possibly refuse?

"The logic that comes into play. He is someone I mean" he replied without denying.

"Hemm .." Now it's the young man's turn to have a beard. "I'm just wondering, why would someone like you want to be told by him?" cakra Buana.

"It's not just me, not even anyone human, if the Black-hooded Boss has given the order, I dare to guarantee that that person will definitely carry it out,"

"Is that guy really great?"

"Not just great, even more so than what you've imagined all along. Just so you know, the Black-Hawed Master can kill anyone with just the look in his eyes,"

Cakra Buana was shocked. Between believing or not believing.

But even if the young man does not want to believe, he must still believe. Because the person who said it was no one else. The one speaking was the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti.

A perverted figure but always speak honestly.

But, regardless of that, the Nameless Swordsman still felt doubtful. He was not sure if in this world there was a science like the one just called by the Maling Sakti.

Even if there is, surely who can master it is not much. Moreover, those who had it must have been old generation figures whose age was very advanced.

As for the Black Hooded Master himself, the Nameless Swordsman was very sure that the person must not be old. At least the age of that person was not much different from him.

Though he had never met, his heart said so.

As it is known, if his heart had said so, then the Nameless Swordsman would have believed him.

"I wanted to see him" said the young man, looking far away.

"I suggest no" replied the Maling Sakti calmly.

"Why?"

"Because if you meet him, maybe that's the last time you'll ever see this world,"

"Well, your words are true, I will gladly accept them,"

Meanwhile, in the middle of the conversation between the two of them, slowly from a distance there began to be heard again the screams of the people who had been surrounding the Maling Sakti.

Although the amount was not as much as before, the heart of the Thousand Wajab Maling Sakti remained undaunted as well. Because he himself knew that the people who were heading here, must be the top-class figures of the martial world.

Their voices are getting closer. Even *****killing coming out of each body can be clearly felt by both people.

"Aihh, they're coming again" lamented the Maling Sakti.

"I already know. That's why I have to leave right now" said the Maling Sakti quickly.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere. The important thing is I have to run away from those guys,"

"Hmm, who's gonna let you go?" asked the Nameless Swordsman while smiling coldly.

His face returned expressionless. His voice is also flat.

Maling Sakti Thousand Faces frowned. His face also underwent a change, but I don't know what that all meant.

"So you're not gonna let me go?"

"Absolutely not,"

"Others you want from me? I've been telling the truth, but why do you want to keep me here?" ask her while looking at her full of search.

"I'm not asking you to answer honestly. I'm just asking, whether you're honest or not, that's your own right" she replied calmly.

Now it is the turn of the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti who looks very upset. For a moment he could only stand up and try to calm himself down.

The old man no longer knew what to do at this moment. To leave was too late, for those who sought him were so near.

"You forced me to do this .." she cried out loudly.

Wutt!!! Yush!!!

With a very sudden and never expected movement before, the body of the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti suddenly shot forward there while launching several violent and fierce attacks.

Four consecutive blows as strong as six parts of his inner power were instantly flashed. Three rotating kicks that lead to various important points in the body of the Nameless Swordsman were also performed.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Every punch and kick of the Maling Sakti turned out to be able to blow everything around it. Dry leaves and small rocks were the target of all the attacks.

On the other hand, at that moment the Nameless Swordsman still remained standing leisurely in his place.

The movement of the Maling Sakti Thousand Faces memamg very fast. Inevitably the hearts of the Nameless Swordsman also praised the speed of all the moves of the attack.

But unfortunately, as fast as the movement of the attack, it will still not be able to trick the eyes of Cakra Buana which is likened to as sharp as the eyes of the wild tiger.

His pair of eyes never blinked as long as he was watching the Maling Sakti.

Plakk!!! Plakk!!!

Two loud banging sounds rattled nature around him. The Maling Sakti was pushed three steps back. The blood within his chest felt as intensely turbulent as lava that would come out of an active mountain.

While the Nameless Swordsman still stood in his original place. At least he didn't move. It was as if the clash of hands just now was nothing to him.

Yush!!!

The Maling Sakti attacked again. This time he was unmitigated again, his nine parts of already perfect inner power were immediately expelled.

His body disappeared from the sight of the eye. But the next second, the old body had already arrived behind the Nameless Swordsman.

Seven blows of hot air floated as fast as the wind.

Wutt!!! Plakk!!!

For the second time, the young man again managed to avoid the very powerful attack.