Swordsman Without a Name

The Steel Hand

Cakra Buana the Nameless Swordsman was almost at his destination. Now it had entered the forest near the foot of the hill. That means, in a moment he will arrive at the Refugee Grandfather's residence.

The young man further accelerated the science of lightening his body. According to him, things are starting to go wrong. The feeling is that something unwanted is about to happen.

Silently the Nameless Swordsman sighed heavily. He hoped that his premonition would not be proven.

It's noon. Soon, the sun will be overhead. Hot air. Cold air that is usually felt in the middle of the forest, now no longer felt. Eve feels arid. The situation is getting quieter.

Finally, the Nameless Swordsman arrived at the Renowned Grandfather's residence as well. Approximately eight to nine spears in front of him was a small sack made of coconut tree wood. The walls are made of rooms. While the roof itself of coconut leaves are woven.

A small simple building. But it can make anyone feel at home. The surrounding atmosphere was very supportive with the circumstances. There is also a large page there.

On the right side is a bath. In addition, there is also an old well whose water is very cold as well as clear.

In addition to all that, the condition of the saung was also clean and well maintained.

The Nameless Swordsman smiled wryly looking at it all. He stepped slowly.

"Sampurasun .." he said in a friendly voice.

"Rampes …"

From inside the saung there was a voice of people saying. The voice was hoarse. Not long after, someone opened the door.

An old grandfather. His mouth smiled warmly. His face was filled with wrinkles.

Grandpa Penyaru.

"How are you, Cake?" ask Cakra Buana as soon as the door opens.

"I'm doing fine. How about yourself?" ask Grandpa Penaru.

"I'm good too,"

"What wind made the Nameless Swordsman come here?"

"I purposely wanted to meet Grandpa Pengharu,"

"Aren't I in front of you now?" asked the Refreshing Grandfather while frowning.

"I know,"

"Then why did you just say that?"

"Because I also know that you are not the real Renewing Grandfather," said the Nameless Swordsman as he looked intently at the old man before him.

"Whatdidyou say? So you're saying, I'm someone else disguised as Grandfather Refugee?"

"Not wrong anymore,"

"Why can you say that?"

"Because the look in your eyes is not similar to the look of the real Renowned Grandfather," the Nameless Swordsman said with a triumphant smile.

The old man before him instantly fell silent. For a moment, the atmosphere there was getting quieter. The two men no one spoke. They just face each other. It was just a pair of eyes that looked at each other sharply.

The Nameless Swordsman saw that the eyesight of the old man in front of him was extremely sharp. Sharp as a knife that can penetrate a person's heart.

Cakra Buana's heart jolted slightly. From the look of those eyes alone, he had already realized that the old man was definitely not a random person.

The pair of eyes were clear like well water near the saung. In the world of kanuragan, someone who has such eye gaze, it can be ascertained that the person has a very high knowledge.

Faced with such a person, anyone would definitely feel the same way. So too with the Nameless Swordsman.

"Hahaha .. It turns out that the Nameless Swordsman is indeed not someone else. It seems that in this world there is nothing that can fool you" he said, exclaiming loudly.

"Maybe it's true. So, who are you really?" asked the Nameless Swordsman increasingly looking at him sharply.

"The Steel Hand ..." he said in a deep voice.

After saying so, the person who claimed to be the Steel Hand immediately opened his disguise.

"Are you still the Dark Lord's men?"

"If you know, why do you still ask?"

The Nameless Swordsman was getting shocked. Not for no reason. Precisely because the reason is very reasonable that the young man behaved like that.

If the Dark Lord's people already knew about him wanting to find the demon kingpin, it was certain that his plan had been known to the enemy.

"It turns out that my hunch is correct," said the Nameless Swordsman sighing heavily.

"What did your hunch say?"

"Something bad is going to happen. Aii, what a pity,"

"What must be unfortunate?"

"Your life …"

The Steel Hand frowned. Although the young man's answer was short, but he already understood very well what he meant.

"Little bastard, you must be slaughtered!!!" loud snapping.

Yush!!!

Not finished his words, his body had already floated first. A fierce powerful blow was already being unleashed by the person.

The wind of his punch arrived first before his original attack hit Cakra Buana's body.

The young man remained silent. But the distance is very close.

Plakk!!!

Just as the punch was half an inch away, the Nameless Swordsman raised his right hand. He held the punch with just his palm.

Yush!!!

A strong wind blew because the two forces in the high collided. Hawa Sakti both have spread throughout the surrounding places.

The Steel Hand was pushed back two steps back.

The Nameless Swordsman was unwilling to waste time. He attacked first. His left arm was clenched and a punch was also thrown.

Six inner power parts are discharged.

Plakk!!!

The Steel Hand tried to resist the opponent's attack. But unfortunately he took the wrong step. It turns out that the punch of the Nameless Swordsman is terrible not playing. The old body was thrown quite far back. In just a moment, one room was broken into.

The body of the Steel Hand continued to drift fiercely backwards. He had just stopped when he hit a teak tree. So hard, the tree to the point of shaking and almost collapsing.

Wutt!!!

The red shadow looks back. The Nameless Swordsman had already arrived before the Steel Hand. He then gave an attack that was no less powerful.

The Steel Hand acted quickly. Both of his extremely hard arms immediately moved following the direction of the opponent's attack. All the power he had was expended.

Plakk!!! Plakk!!!

The two human shadows had already fought fiercely. The sound of loud and loud thumping due to the sound of bones sounded nonstop.

The wind whirl is created. Death and ***** want to kill feel thicker like a fog in the middle of the night.

Plakk!!! Bukk!!!

A heavy voice sounded. The battle stopped immediately. The Nameless Swordsman stood upright like a spear. As for the Steel Hand, it had now collapsed on the ground.

He turned out to be dead. Killed by the ferocity of the Formless Movement belonging to the Nameless Swordsman.