Swordsman Without a Name

Surrounded in the Royal Forest

The No Name Swordsman was a Prince. He was the Prince who inherited the position of King. Cakra Buana was his father's successor. Later, he too will become a king.

As the future King, of course he is free to do anything. Let alone trivial things, even heavy things he can do.

Let alone the fault of killing, even if he deliberately killed innocent people, the brute of it is permissible.

What can a king not do?

It is common in this world that those who have power can do anything. If even the low-ranking ones could do it, how could the extremely high-ranking ones not be able to?

The Nameless Swordsman tightened his veil strap. He also confirmed the attributes worn. When finished, Cakra Buana is ready to do everything.

But before it was implemented, suddenly dozens of black dots shot out from within the forest right at him.

Yush!!! Yush!!! Yush!!!

The sharp whirring of the wind threatened the body of the Nameless Swordsman. His voice is so creepy. Just like the hiss of a snake that was in a great rage.

Wutt!!!

The Nameless Swordsman moved quickly. His body rotated like a propeller.

The branch!!! The branch!!! The branch!!!

The loud sounds sounded nonstop. A moment later, dozens of arrows had already fallen on the ground. Nothing had ever worked on his body. Let alone hurt, even touching his hair is not there.

Everything was broken right before the arrow arrived within half a spear distance of where the Nameless Swordsman stood.

Gr!!!

Bummm!!!

The Nameless Swordsman growled loudly. His voice is so creepy. Just like the sound of a raging dragon and tiger. The entire forest of the Royal Palace trembled. Leaves fall. Several tree branches the size of a broken arm fell on the twig below.

The ground was also shaking. It was like a great earthquake.

Yush!!!

Black dots are back visible. But this time it was much more. Maybe two or three times as much.

The Nameless Swordsman re-executed the same movements as before. His body is spinning faster. The wind whirls. Suddenly more than a few of the black dots returned to their original direction.

The launch is much faster. A second later began to sound the sound of someone shouting. The voice continued to connect non-stop.

One person, two people, three people, until in the end ten people all black fell from the branches of trees around the place. All immediately killed.

They were killed because their limbs were hit by their own weapons. There is a chest pierced by arrows, there is also a throat pierced by a knife. Some victims even had their necks pierced by a small needle.

Gun eat sir.

"Get out!!!" snaps Swordsman Without Name.

His voice boomed like thunder in the rain of thunder. The beast of the night that was present there immediately fled. The sounds of animals such as crickets and so on instantaneous shingles without a trace.

It was as if all beings were feeling extremely scared from hearing the voice of the Nameless Swordsman just now.

That voice was more terrifying than the roars of the demons in hell. It's even more terrifying than the sound of a volcanic lava explosion.

Yush!!! Wutt!!!

The silent forest was suddenly crowded. Dozens of black veiled humans had surrounded the Nameless Swordsman. Something appeared from behind the tree branch, something appeared from behind his body.

They were no less than thirty people.

Yush!!!

That look of the eyes depicted hatred, anger, and also resentment.

Just from there alone, anyone could guess that those people must have wanted the death of the Nameless Swordsman.

Now everyone is gathered in that place. The Nameless Swordsman had been surrounded by dozens of demon humans. They're ready to kill him. Tonight, those people will definitely try their hardest to take his life.

Who're they? Why could it be here?

And the most important question, why are the enemies of the Nameless Swordsman so many? Are they not exhausted?

Such a question must have arisen in the minds of all who knew about his adventures.

And for that question, the answer is only one.

Killing one Nameless Swordsman, was much more difficult compared to killing a hundred picky-pocket figures. In fact it would be much easier to kill a thousand Royal warriors than to have to kill a human like Cakra Buana.

This is the reason why there are so many enemies.

They were all united only to exterminate a Nameless Swordsman. For the sake of killing himself, black people are willing to do anything. Let alone treasure, even they do not hesitate to give up their lives anyway.

Importantly, whatever it is, the Nameless Swordsman must be defunct. Because if he is dead in this world, then the plans of the demon humans to rule the world can be achieved easily.

But are these people really capable of killing him?

Cakra Buana looked towards everyone present there. He returned the gazes given by those people.

He is now like a tiger entangled among a herd of hungry hunters.

"Will you be a Nameless Swordsman?"

An old man of about seventy years old stepped forward. This grandfather's clothes are dark green. Her hair was dreadful and disheveled. His face is full of wrinkles. If he smiled, it would appear a row of blackened teeth.

The headband is deep black made of silk. In his left hand was a yellow bamboo stick.

"When you know what to ask again?" replied the Nameless Swordsman in a flat voice.

"Hahaha .. great, very good. Despite being surrounded, it turns out that you still have guts as well" the old man replied with a laugh.

"At least I'm undaunted,"

"You are worthy of praise,"

"But I don't need your compliments,"

"Hahaha, really brave. The Nameless Swordsman never disappoints,"

"Who are you really?" ask Cakra Buana.

He was astonished because he had just met the old man. But on the other hand, Cakra Buana did not wonder why he was currently surrounded.

At least he can read that his plan has been leaked and known by the enemy. Regardless of how they could tell, the young man was unwilling to think about it.

Because Cakra Buana also already know that every movement must be known to the enemy. It was none other than that no matter where he went, there must have been enemy spies following him.

"I'm Wirahma Sukanta. The Thousand Shadow Stick,"

"You're the leader of this mess?"

Hearing the question, everyone who was there immediately snorted. They stared at the Nameless Swordsman growing increasingly violent.

Looks like those people won't linger anymore.