Swordsman Without a Name

Death Brings a Feeling of Pride

The Muting Sakti Thousand Faces had already calculated about something like this. It was even part of his plan. That was one of the reasons why he released inner power with high ability.

His main goal was none other than to lure the Nameless Swordsman so that he could get a gap to attack.

Because if it wasn't like that, he himself wasn't sure he could kill her. Although Maling Sakti has never fought directly with the Nameless Swordsman, but he believes that the news circulating in the martial world is not a figment.

Unless it's real.

Not long ago, the martial world of Pasundan Land was indeed busy discussing the Nameless Swordsman. Where he is described as a young swordsman who has the ability and energy in the immeasurable again.

A lot of green people believe in this kind of thing. But not a few do not believe it.

Regardless of believe it or not, the Nameless Swordsman still did not want to take a headache. Because in fact he never discussed such unimportant issues.

Bukk!!! Bukk!!! Bukk!!!

Because it was so fast and never expected, in the end the attack of the Maling Sakti Thousand faces produced good results as well.

His three blows decisively managed to hit the body of the Nameless Swordsman. Two in the right and left chest, while one in the stomach.

The young man's body was pushed back two steps back. He almost fell down. Fortunately at that time, Cakra Buana had already managed to regain control of his own position.

Seeing his hard work producing results in accordance with his expectations, the Maling Sakti Thousand Faces smiled knots. A smile that describes someone being happy.

The reason why he laughed was because he was increasingly convinced that his opponent could not fight to the fullest anymore.

In the three strokes, the Maling Sakti secretly slipped three needles as smooth as silk threads. The needles in addition to functioning to eliminate internal energy, also serves to paralyze enemy forces.

Anyone who gets hit by the needle will not survive.

This was a secret way that he created himself. I don't know how many warriors have been victims because of this.

Then will the Nameless Swordsman be the next victim? Was he really hit by three needles as fine as those silk threads?

Wutt!!!

Without giving any cue, Maling Sakti had already attacked again. This time the ultimate move that he relied on the most was immediately released with all his abilities.

He knew an opportunity as good as this would never come twice. That's why he chose the last step. The final move becomes the way out.

"Garuda Birds Move Mountains …"

Yush!!!

His body shot as fast and agile as a mighty garuda. Just a single breath, he had already arrived before the Nameless Swordsman. His two hands were like a pair of strong wings and could cause gusts of windstorms.

Whirl of dust rolling. The tree branches fell alternately. The body of the Nameless Swordsman rolled in that vortex. Likewise with the Maling Sakti itself. No one knew what was going on inside the vortex.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

The wind continues to blow. The longer the worse. The thunderous voice coming from behind the vortex sounded loud. Like two rocks clashing against each other.

Bukk!!!

Brugg!!!

One banyan tree trunk the size of three adult hugs was made to vibrate violently. Some large enough tree branches broke and then fell down on other tree branches.

One human figure had drooped helplessly. His mouth was filled with fresh blood. His entire body suffered minor injuries.

Looks like the guy had broken bones in some places. If he notices, his breast bone is like a crumble. Four of his right ribs were also broken.

That figure is none other than the Maling Sakti Thousand Faces. Yes, he was the one who suffered those injuries.

His condition really makes anyone concerned. Like a very tortured man. No life, no death.

Isn't such a condition much more apprehensive than death itself?

The Nameless Swordsman walked leisurely. His right hand is open. His feet face the sky. If you look carefully, actually on the palm of the hand there is something very subtle. Maybe it's smoother than a hair.

If the sun hits, something will shine. It looks beautiful, but it also looks terrible.

For it is nothing but three needles softer than silk. The secret weapon that was previously very proud of the Maling Sakti.

After walking for a while quietly and casually, finally the Nameless Swordsman stopped once the distance was one spear with the Maling Sakti.

"Is this yours?" ask him while showing the three needles.

Instantly a pair of eyes of the Muting Sakti immediately glared as if about to come out. His entire life, from the past to the present, he had never felt this shocked. Something that made him surprised was indeed countless, but if it was as surprising as it was now, it felt like he had never experienced even one time.

"I must admit, your last three blows were indeed very powerful. If the victim was someone else, that person would have died. Or at least he'll be hurt really badly. But unfortunately, I am not someone else. I am the me. But even so, I must also admit that you are one of the most formidable enemies I have ever faced in this Pasundan Land," he said with a very serious face.

The Maling Sakti was silent. The truth is he can't talk. How do you talk if his mouth always spits out a lump of fresh blood?

But even so, his pair of eyes seemed to glow at the moment his ears heard the last utterance of the Nameless Swordsman. Those pair of eyes were brightly glowing, as bright as the current sunlight.

For those warriors, getting the praise of a person who is greater than him is indeed a pride in itself.

In fact some people are willing to risk their lives just to get a few words of praise.

For those who are ordinary will certainly talk that people are stupid. But for those who understand, it is not stupid. Being praised by someone greater is the proudest.

"Now the problem between us is over. Come back quietly, I will bury your body properly" Cakra Buana continued.

Finally a smile was engraved on the mouth of the Maling Sakti. The happiest smile, the smile that can be seen for the last time.

Those pair of brilliant eyes, were now closed. A warm smile had also disappeared. The Maling Sakti's body drooped helplessly.

He's been killed. Died with a feeling of pride.