Swordsman Without a Name

Battle in the Imperial Forest IV

The night is getting late. The second corner just passed. Eve's getting colder. The atmosphere there is also getting quieter. It is as if life in this world is gone.

The moon appears only half of it. It's pale white. Everyone knows, pale white is a sign that death is approaching.

For some people, death is a scary thing. Death is the height of the emptiness and silence of a person.

Every human being does not want to be lonely. Nor do you want to feel empty. But what power? As humans, we can only try.

The battle in the Kingdom forest had already taken many lives. Some unrivalled figures are dead. They were victims of this bloody tragedy.

Their blood is a silent witness. The dry soil and grass wet with dew bear witness to the greed of men.

The clanking sound of guns continues to color tonight. The darts continued to be released from his bowstring. The sound of the falling of the human body from the top of the tree echoed like a coconut falling from the base.

The Nameless Swordsman stood before someone's corpse. The corpse was none other than the Thousand Shadow Stick. The character who chose the match turned out to be dead at the hands of Cakra Buana.

His death was tragic. Head crushed. Chest crushed. Perhaps all of those injuries were caused due to the enormity of his Formless Movement.

In this world, being able to survive that stance was definitely not much. Maybe only five to all the people who can survive. There is no guarantee that the person will be okay or injured.

The Thousand Shadows Sticks themselves never imagined that he would be able to die under an incomparable strange style. His death was sad. But on the other hand, his death was something special.

To die in the hands of a peerless warrior and to die under a supremely powerful manner is a special privilege for those who dabble in the martial world.

And the Thousand Shadow Stick certainly understood this.

On the other side, a Pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti were also fighting fiercely against two of his opponents. Now the two old figures were using swords. Incidentally, his two current opponents were also swordsmen.

There are many coincidences in this world that often happen. One of them is like what happened tonight.

A pair of Grandpa and Grandma Sakti were now on the attacking side. Both of them launched high-level sword techniques with maximum power.

Two silvery-white lights flashed. The two lights then rolled into one piece in one fierce attack.

Their swords complement each other. This made each of his attacks bring news from the Angel of Death. A little misstep, it is certain that life will be lost.

Two of his opponents were seen. Although they were a picky figure, but if told to face a pair of Grandfathers and Grandmother Sakti, then the two old men felt a little cheerful as well.

The sword in the right hand of the Grandmother Sakti moved to fend off the stab of the opponent who came suddenly. After her cries succeeded, the old granny immediately launched a counterattack.

His sword pierced very quickly. While the opponent was ready to fend off anyway. But unfortunately, once this calculation misses.

Once the distance was very close, suddenly the sword in the old grandmother's hand changed direction. What was stabbing, now even snatch.

The change happened in the blink of an eye. No one could have expected it.

Srett!!!

"Gr …"

Fresh blood reddish spurting. The neck of the old figure was slit by the sword belonging to Grandma Sakti. The sound like a slaughtered beast sounded heartrending. The sword in his hand slipped out right before his body collapsed to the ground.

Almost simultaneously with the incident, at his side, Grandfather Sakti was also fighting fiercely against the old figure before him.

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

His opponent relied on the power of speed and accuracy. While the Grandfather Sakti chose to launch a tenacious and simple style.

The manager came out. The light of his sword rolled. His body is in it. The character who chooses to compete in front of him does not want to lose. The person also issued his ultimate style.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

Slebb!!!

Fighting ceased. If a great battle were to stop, there would definitely be one person who was the victim.

Now there certainly is. But not Grandpa Sakti. Except her opponent.

The old geezer's sword pierced right in the opponent's throat until it penetrated backwards.

The Grandfather Sakti let out a heavy sigh. He felt relieved, because if it was a little late, maybe he himself would be the victim.

It was because right at the time Grandpa Sakti stabbed, the opponent's weapon had almost arrived in his chest. Now even the opponent's sword stopped half a knuckle in front of him.

"Hahh .. Sang Hyang Widhi apparently still trusts me to continue living," he muttered as he wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Seleas said, the opponent's sword instantly fell to the ground. The body of its own owner.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, White Starling and Crow Bodas were also fighting. Both are against empty-handed enemies. Therefore, they did not take out their weapons.

Two old force figures were fighting punches and kicks. The heat was felt around their fight.

White Starling against a man in his forties. His face is ugly. Big nose. His mouth could not stand still because of his long rows of teeth.

But regardless of his appearance, his ability in terms of silat is very opposite to his body shape.

All the moves issued by that person are perfect.

It moves like an eagle. Light-handed. Deft. Frighteningly.

His fingers formed the claws of an eagle. Right now he is attacking the White Starling.

The two hands moved like an eagle clawing at a prey. Deadly attack. His speed is incredible.

The White Starling could not remain silent. Both of his arms are clenched. With unshakable confidence, the old man retraced all the attacks launched by his opponent.

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

Clash after impact sounded. Two old figures choose a match already issued their respective abilities.

Their fight had reached fifteen ranks. To this day, both look balanced. They hit each other, kick each other, even throw each other.

But as soon as the twenty-fifth step, a scene that was hard to imagine was suddenly seen.

The White Starling snarled loudly. His body then launched twelve chain blows that targeted an important point in his opponent's body.

This was the empty hand he had always relied on all this time.

"Twelve Blows of the Starling Bird Silk …"